Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 69 The Murderer's Daughter! (3)
Jin Ziqi thanked her with a nod and didn't speak, but the little nurse was overwhelmed by that aristocratic spirit.

The little nurse hurriedly waved her hands and smiled shyly, "You're welcome, you're welcome!"

Such things as temperament are.As the saying goes, three generations can cultivate a real nobleman.

Coincidentally, Jin Ziqi is the third generation of the Jin family.

Jin Ziqi smiled slightly, turned around, and walked to the ward.

Only the little nurse who looked up at her graceful figure at 45 degrees was left behind.

Gently pushing open the door of the ward, she saw Song Qiyan sitting on the bed.

Naturally, she also saw his right hand wrapped into a bear's paw, which triggered her guilt.

Just before coming to the hospital, she saw the foreign woman who ran out of the villa again.

Hearing her anxiously calling brother around the injured Song Qiyan, Jin Ziqi knew that he had misunderstood something.

"Would you like an apple?"

Jin Ziqi sat down on the chair beside the bed, her white gauze skirt meandering to the ground, her white and beautiful hand spread out, it was a glowing red apple.

She rarely takes the initiative to coax people, except Jin Moumou, Song Qiyan is the first one, especially a man in his thirties, so her words and deeds seem dull and stiff no matter how you look at them.

Song Qiyan looked at his right hand covered with gauze, then at the apple in Jin Ziqi's hand, snorted angrily and turned his head away, pretending not to see Jin Ziqi.

"I'm sorry." This was the second sentence she said.

Although I don't know why I want to apologize, or it's just because I don't know what else to say between them besides this sentence.

Song Qiyan looked back at her, tightened his thin lips, and asked in a strange tone: "You have a good relationship with Yin Li?"

"Well, we grew up together." Jin Ziqi nodded and explained.

He laughed twice, a little abruptly: "Childhood sweetheart?"

The honest Jin Ziqi nodded again: "Yes." After speaking, Song Qiyan's face turned livid.

She was amazed at how quickly he changed his face, and after self-reflection, she found that she only said one word.

Song Qiyan stared at Jin Ziqi: "Why don't you ask me if my hand hurts?"

"Huh?" Jin Ziqi was a little confused, but quickly asked cooperatively, "Does your hand hurt?"

The unchanging tone belongs to the daughter of the Jin family, but it only breeds a man's emotions.

His face immediately turned black: "Why should I tell you!" Unreasonable rhetoric.

After speaking, he lay down on the bed with large movements, and immediately wrapped himself in the quilt, turning half a circle like a caterpillar, leaving the back of his head to her.

Jin Ziqi witnessed the whole process of a man playing with his temper, and he always held a tolerant attitude.

If it was the past, she would get up and leave without hesitation when encountering such cold treatment and difficulties.

But when that person was replaced by the man in front of her, she found that she couldn't bear to let him sing a one-man show alone.

She gently pushed the chair away, and as soon as she stood up, the caterpillar on the bed turned her head: "You just left?"

The man's brows were tightly frowned, and his face was even darker, as black as the night in the mountains and forests.

Jin Ziqi patiently explained: "I'll ask the doctor about your condition, and I'll be right back."

The night turned into day in an instant, Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jin Ziqi, humming like a gift: "I want to eat oranges."

"Okay." She readily agreed, and then walked out.

As soon as Jin Ziqi closed the door of the ward, he received a call from Su Ningxue.

When she opened the door of the VIP room and saw a room full of people, she suddenly understood the reason why her mother asked her to come here.

She wanted to leave but it was too late, because Song Zhiren stopped her first: "Is Ziqi here?"

Jin Ziqi bowed fifteen degrees politely to the elderly Song Zhiren: "Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Zhiren nodded with a smile, and turned to look at Jin Zhaodong who was sitting opposite him: "You should be almost there, if you have anything to say, please tell Zhaodong."

As soon as Song Zhiren finished speaking, Song Ranqin, who was sitting next to him, rushed to intervene: "Wake up people in the middle of the night, or come to a place like a hospital, isn't it just to find bad luck?"

"Mom!" Su Hengfeng shouted restrainedly, wanting to stop his mother from saying even worse things.

Song Ranqin not only didn't stop but shouted even more unhappily: "Did I say something wrong? What time is it, and people are not allowed to sleep, especially Dad, who is so old and still has to be tossed like this."

Saying that, he still didn't forget to cast a sideways glance at Jin Zhaodong and Su Ningxue to show his anger.

Only then did Jin Ziqi discover that Song Ranqin's mink fur coat was actually a set of nightdress and cotton slippers, his curly hair was disheveled, and his unpainted face still had traces of years of sculpting.

It was as if he had been dug out of bed by a phone call.

It's just that Song Ranqin was the only one who showed this dissatisfaction on his face!
Naturally, Jin Ziqi did not ignore the number one character named Qiao Nianzhao. Since she entered the room, she has seen Qiao Nianzhao's busy figure.

Make tea for Song Zhiren for a while, adjust the temperature of the air conditioner for a while, and occasionally take care of Song Ranqin's emotional vent bag, which is indeed very human.

Qiao Nianzhao put a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Song Ranqin: "Mom, be careful not to burn it!"

"What kind of tea is this? It's more than ten yuan a catty, and you dare to brew it for us?"

The entire VIP room was filled with Song Ranqin's roaring dissatisfaction. She waved the cup away with one hand in disgust, but unfortunately, the spilled boiling water splashed on the back of her hand, and she yelled again.

"Mom, are you okay, wipe it with a piece of paper!" Qiao Nianzhao was concerned about wiping the back of her red hand.

Song Ranqin pushed her away angrily: "Is there someone who serves your mother-in-law like this? You want to burn me to death now, and you can still get married after this?!"

Qiao Nianzhao stood at one side holding a tissue, Su Hengfeng pulled her behind him, frowned and said to his unruly mother: "Mom, can you say a few words less?"

Song Ranqin couldn't believe it when she saw her well-behaved son contradicting herself: "Is it wrong for me to teach my daughter-in-law in front of my father and in-laws? Now that your wings have grown hard, do you dislike me as a mother?"

Su Hengfeng was impatient because of Song Ranqin's nonsense, and met Jin Ziqi's indifferent gaze in a blink of an eye, and was startled, but quickly turned his eyes away.

"Aqin, my in-laws are all sitting here, let's go home and talk about something!" Song Zhiren obviously couldn't stand his daughter's arrogance.

Song Ranqin didn't take it seriously: "Dad, you are making too much of a fuss. If my in-laws minded, I would have spoken!"

Jin Zhaodong's face was gloomy when Qiao Nianzhao was pointed at his nose and cursed. Now he heard Song Ranqin's unspeakable words, and he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

(End of this chapter)