my fairy maid

Chapter 120 Chapter Eight

"Brother Yingjie, where are you now?" Fan Jianqiang dialed Cheng Yingjie's cell phone.

"Brother Qiangqiang, I'm on the way... Do you have something to do?" Cheng Yingjie was very puzzled, wondering what Fan Jianqiang was doing on the phone again. Could it be that the 15 money for buying flowers just now was not transferred successfully?

"The friend I invited suddenly couldn't come due to something, so let me go. I'm free and I'm free, so I thought I should go and see your grandpa."

Cheng Yingjie smiled and said, "This... strong brother, you have a heart, don't you feel taboo about this?"

Fan Jianqiang said in an unquestionable tone: "Tell me your exact location, and I'll go find you."

Cheng Yingjie laughed dumbfounded, after thinking about it, he still told his location.He felt amazing, in his memory, no one would speak to him in such a tone, except for his brothers and sisters, Fan Jianqiang's unceremonious tone, he didn't feel disgusted, but felt There is a familiar feeling like friends who have known each other for many years.

This guy must not know my identity, otherwise he couldn't speak so rudely.

This is exactly what Fan Jianqiang wants to achieve!

Although Uncle Fan is naive and immature in many ways, there is no doubt that he is not stupid. Shen Tianqi, Shen Ruxuan, Ouyang brothers and sisters, in front of these local tyrants, the more relaxed he is, the more he doesn't care or fear, neither humble nor arrogant , the more people value it, this is of course, the real big people really see a lot of humiliating faces, what they lack is the kind of easy friends that ordinary people can easily have, so Fan Jianqiang knows , don't worship them as gods, but treat them as people of the same type and level as yourself, and you will gain something.

Of course, there is a prerequisite for this, you must have the ability to be valued by others!Otherwise, people will treat you as a fool.

When Fan Jianqiang saw the opponent's white Aston Martin rapide, Cheng Yingjie stood beside the car and parked the car behind his car. Cheng Yingjie walked over with a smile.

"What's the matter? Strong brother, I heard that many people don't want to get too close to cancer patients, for fear of bad luck, don't you care?"

"Suddenly, I feel a bit speculative with Brother Yingjie. Look at you, you drive an Aston Martin. You're obviously a local rich man. Why don't I flatter you more?"

Cheng Yingjie laughed and said, "You're not bad either. You're wearing a famous brand and a BMW. I'm a local rich man, and you are also a local rich man. It doesn't matter who will flatter you!"

Fan Qiangqiang said carelessly: "Maybe you are right, maybe after going to the hospital to see your grandfather, whoever flatters you may not necessarily..."

Cheng Yingjie was startled: "What do you mean...? I don't understand."

Fan Qiangqiang smiled and said, "Don't ask, just treat me as an ordinary old classmate and go visit your grandpa."

Cheng Yingjie laughed dumbfounded, and said, "Okay, you can go as long as you want, but don't be bored."

Half an hour later, they arrived at a rather famous private hospital.

After parking the car, Cheng Yingjie and Fan Jianqiang walked in side by side.

"I'll see my grandpa in a while. When he sees this potted flower, I may change my name. I hope you don't mind."

"Well, it seems to be the same. Sending flowers to visit patients, but the name of the flower is called Qunlong Wushou. This is simply a curse! Brother Yingjie, you should think about it quickly."

Cheng Yingjie smiled wryly and said, "Since my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, our family is really leaderless. In my opinion, we should just call Feilong Zaitian! It's auspicious."

"It's not bad, the flying dragon is in the sky, mighty and domineering, and has vitality!"

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If Jiang Haoru hadn't said that the Cheng family was one of the aristocratic families, Fan Jianqiang would not have believed it. This Cheng Yingjie is quite low-key. With a young rich man like him, he drives a cool Bugatti Veyron sports car It's nothing, but he only drives a 300 million Aston Martin, and it's not a sports car. Although this ward is also a high-end VIP room, there is only one bodyguard and two nurses. Sitting on the balcony basking in the sun, with a thick blanket on your knees, lost in thought, as if quietly recalling your life.

In the ward, a well-maintained and elegant woman in her thirties was peeling apples. When she saw Cheng Yingjie coming, she quickly stood up with a smile on her face: "Grandpa, Yingjie is here to see you."

Mr. Cheng didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it. The woman and Cheng Yingjie didn't care. Mr. Cheng was in a bad mood. Generally, he would ignore anyone who came.

"Yingjie, who is this?" The woman looked at Fan Jianqiang suspiciously.

"He is my friend, Fan Jianqiang, who came to see the old man."

"Brother strong, this is my eldest sister, Cheng Mei."

"Hello, ma'am."

"Hello, Mr. Fan, the old man doesn't like to talk to people, don't take offense."

This Cheng Mei, like Cheng Yingjie, is a very polite person. Fan Jianqiang doubts whether Jiang Haoru made a mistake. Shouldn't the children of the family be the same as Ouyang Junxiong, with an innate sense of superiority in his bones? ?The two of them, siblings, seemed a little too ordinary.

But that's fine, they keep a low profile, so I'll just pretend I don't know their identities.

"No, no, brother Yingjie and I came here today mainly to chat with the old man."

"Talk? What are you talking about?" Cheng Mei asked in surprise.

Fan Qiangqiang smiled unfathomably, stretched out his hand to Cheng Mei, and looked at the apple she had just peeled.Cheng Mei handed the apple to him subconsciously, and Fan Jianqiang took it and walked towards the balcony.

"Old man, my name is Fan Qiangqiang, you can call me Qiangqiang, or Xiao Fan, whatever you want to call me, do you want an apple?"

The old man raised his skinny cheeks, expressionless: "Are you treating me like a child and coaxing me?"

Fan Jianqiang stretched out the apple and handed it in front of him: "You are not a child, you are a patient, and you are terminally ill. You don't have much time left..."

Cheng Mei and Cheng Yingjie turned pale in shock, and shouted in unison: "What are you talking about!"

Fan Jianqiang turned his head to look at them and made a silent gesture.

Old Master Cheng showed attention, but not anger.

"Since the day I was diagnosed, no one has told me the truth. You are the first person to tell the truth. Why are you telling me this? Tell me."

"Why can't I tell you this? What I want to express is that you won't live long anyway, so you can just eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want, and go through the last journey of your life happily and happily. If you want to live a life, even if you die, you will die happily! Isn't this very good?"

The atmosphere in the ward had solidified like acquaintance filled with paste. Two young and beautiful nurses looked at this rude young man in horror.

Cheng Mei shouted angrily in a low voice: "Yingjie, what kind of friend are you!"

Cheng Yingjie frowned tightly.

Cheng Mei was so angry that she said to the bodyguard: "Get that person out!"

The bodyguard responded and walked to the balcony.

Old Master Cheng suddenly laughed weakly and dryly, and said, "Little friend, you don't understand how painful cancer is, you don't understand..."

Fan Jianqiang said with a smile: "Old man, call everyone out, maybe, I will give you [-]% hope of recovering your health, do you want to try?"

Old Master Cheng's skinny hands on the recliner trembled slightly.

"Everyone get out!"

The voice was deep and weak, but majestic, beyond doubt.