Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 8 You just don't have the money to pay the hospital bill

What is it?

money!Money, money!
Pay me back!
——I want to poke him with a carrot every day
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As the rain fell, Ji Jiujiu opened the transparent umbrella and went out. The raindrops fell on the umbrella, and the knocking sound was slightly dull.

The weather at six o'clock in the evening was so gloomy that it seemed that Gurana, the God of Darkness, had broken through the seal.

Wearing rain boots, she stepped viciously on puddles of puddles, as if kicking Fu Qi's dog's face.

It's been a whole week since he threw her into the police station, which was extremely bad!

Ji Jiujiu ground her snow-white fangs, stepped on the water one by one, and a mobile phone case with a rabbit hanging on the front of her slender neck, swayed slightly in front of her lower abdomen with the range of her movements.

She was bouncing up and down like a white ball, and her ponytail was flicking.

"..."

The small box hanging in front of the lower abdomen lit up.

【Sneak out to buy snacks? 】

It's time to send the news.

Ji Jiujiu frowned and looked at it for two seconds before revealing an expression of "I've been wronged so much, what I did was obviously a good person and a good deed", typing on the keyboard quickly.

【No, I'm going to buy my brother's merchandise! 】

The mobile phone was given to her in the past few days, saying that it was to let her successfully integrate into the life of the mortal world as soon as possible, so she relied on her intelligence to quickly gain a full understanding of the little brothers in the mortal world.

So the little girl didn't do anything in Shiqing's big villa these days, she just nestled in a small ball among the soft and cute dolls, with the two little rabbit ears trembling from time to time on her head, and her eyes were shining brightly. Major APPs.

Sometimes Shi Qing rubs her soft rabbit ears with warm palms, and when his plain eyes sweep across the screen of her mobile phone, he looks up sadly at the sky with an expression of "I knew you were a loser": "Jiujiu, do you still remember what you came down to?"

And the little girl usually doesn't even give him a look!
Ji Jiujiu: ─=≡Σ(((つω)つAh ah ah ah beauty wait a minute!
What a piece of shit, Fu Qi, he's still going to fend for himself!
There are tens of thousands of beautiful men, but Fu Qi is a fart!

The little girl continued to kick Fu Qi step by step... kicking the puddle.

For the convenience of traveling, Ji Jiujiu's clothes are no longer the cumbersome skirts she used to wear. She is wearing a snow-white and soft thin sweater with a loose style, and there are two super cute bear ears on the sweater hat.

After Ji Jiujiu took two steps, the phone vibrated again, and a new message from Shiqing appeared on the screen of the phone that hadn't gone dark.

【Are you rich? 】

Ji Jiujiu: ...

Soul crit.

She looked at her various balances, and came to a very sad conclusion.

She, as an intern God of Wealth, has no money.

T^T
Shi Qing was well aware of the virtues of this prodigal son of a bitch, and after mocking her a few times symbolically, he paid Jiujiu 8000 yuan in a polite manner.

Across the road is a shop that specializes in selling peripheral products. When Ji Jiujiu stepped into the door happily, a young man suddenly rushed out from the alley next to her, and then fell at her feet with a "slap".

Under the soft sweater hat, the tip of the little girl's ear "biu" popped out.

She has beautiful black eyes.

Blink blink.

Then he suddenly pulled out an incomprehensible smile, and quietly gave him a kick.

It's really not her illusion.

How does she feel—the boy lying at her feet now looks very much like that old bastard Fu Qi.

save?
not help?

*
When Fu Qi regained consciousness, it was already late at night.

Ji Jiujiu was sitting on the companion bed, with his little head down, lowered his head and swayed on his toes to play.

"……cough."

The messy and fragile boy raised his neck in pain and coughed hoarsely.

The little girl glanced up at him, her eyes lit up, she moved her lips, then suddenly thought of something, and she was obviously a little downcast: "...you're awake."

Fu Qi's pupils darkened, he casually raised his lower eyelids, and twitched the corners of his lips: "Why, you are quite disappointed that brother is not dead?"

?

Ji Jiujiu trembled for a moment, raised his small face "咻", touched his chin with his little paw, and subconsciously blurted out: "Is it so obvious?"

"..."

The bottom of the young man's eyes was smudged with thick ink, he gritted his teeth, his lips suddenly turned white, and the broken hair on his forehead was slightly soaked in cold sweat.

The lines of his face are actually that of a cold and indifferent beauty, but there seems to be a dark and cold light hidden in his eyes all the time, and he looks a bit fierce and difficult to get close to.

He moved his fingertips, and then suddenly and simply pulled out the needle on the back of his hand.

He turned over and got out of bed neatly, and was about to go out with unsteady steps.

"Hey, hey, why are you going?" Ji Jiujiu dragged the person back directly, with an expression of "can you save mommy some snacks?", leaning over to ring the nurse's bell while pressing the hospital bed for someone , narrowed his eyes coldly, "Fu Xiaoqi, are you courting death?"

Ji Jiujiu's fighting power is not weak. Although only half of them were sealed off, she was good enough to deal with the seriously injured Fu Qi, so she pinned him fiercely and threatened him very seriously: "Be careful, I will give you the wounded place." Make another cut!"

Fu Qi: "..."

He glanced at her with the end of his eye.

Then she pursed her thin lips tightly, and closed her eyes fiercely, covering the overflowing emotions in her pupils.

Doctors and nurses rushed over quickly, and a trainee nurse didn't know what was going on, so she pricked him several times but couldn't get it right.

Ji Jiujiu, who was watching from the sidelines, felt a little gloating.

But after gloating, she was a little worried again.

Fu Qi, this little spicy chicken, won't be gone after a few needles, right?
So the little girl reached out her hand to stop the intern nurse's movement, and her warm and soft palm covered the back of the boy's hand.

Her voice was soft and waxy, but she could hear obvious displeasure and blame.

"Are you using him as a test subject? You seem to be teasing me with this needle prick?"

Fu Qi raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyelids moved.

When the needle was pushed back into the light blue blood vessel on the back of the boy's hand, the little girl was watching from the side.

"..."

Shake your spirits.

The sense of substitution was too strong, and Ji Jiujiu felt that she was the one being stabbed now.

She looked at Fu Qi who had his eyes closed without any ups and downs, and sincerely felt that he was as calm as a dead ghost.

Until the doctor left, Fu Qi still closed his eyes calmly, lying on the cold white hospital bed.

It was so quiet, so quiet that it was awkward.

Ji Jiujiu felt something was wrong.

She called him tentatively: "Fu Qi?"

"..." He didn't respond.

So she leaned over again and called him in a low voice: "...Fu Xiaoqi?"

"..." Still so indifferent.

Then Ji Jiujiu reached out to check his breath.

But they haven't touched the tip of each other's nose yet.

The boy raised his eyes, waved her hand away impatiently, and stared at her expressionlessly.

He told her very coldly.

"Ji Jiujiu, I'm not that expensive, I don't need to be hospitalized."

"Don't talk so nicely, can't you?" Ji Jiujiu ruthlessly exposed him, "You just don't have the money to pay the hospital bill."

　Chirp: Honest!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)