When Qiao Jiang came to the ward, he saw Bai Jincheng on the sofa.

He sat lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed, and beside him was a very beautiful woman.

She wears very little. From Qiao Jiang's point of view, you can just see her full.

At the moment, her whole person almost stuck to him and breathed like orchid in his ear, "Jincheng, are you comfortable?"

Bai Jincheng took the woman's waist in his big hand and slowly rubbed her curve as if there were no one else.

"..." Qiao Jiang looked away stiffly.

It's ugly.

He shook his head and came to Gu Liancheng's bed.

He lay in bed, his slender fingers gently flipped through a page of the book. It seemed that Bai Jincheng's open flirtation with the his female partner did not have any impact on him.

"Uncle, are you better?"

She asked without conscience.

Even if he didn't say, she knew he was very good. Otherwise, how could she have the strength to apologize to Bai Jincheng.

However, the man completely ignored her into the air, as if he didn't notice her at all.

He slowly turned a page of the book, and his eyes focused on the book.

Just when Qiao Jiang thought he didn't intend to answer her question, his low voice rang slowly.

"You know I'm hurt."

"..." Qiao Jiang blinked, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

She is not amnesia. Last night, he died and didn't let the doctor diagnose and treat him. He pulled out his own knife and tricked her into saying that it was the abdomen cut by fruit!

She vomited a foul breath and put the chicken soup in her hand on the table.

The man glanced lightly, and the corners of his lips were slightly invisible.

"You don't have to please me."

After a pause, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and added, "you are not my type."

Qiao Jiang drooped her eyes and Gu Liancheng was one of the most hairy and self-conscious people she had ever seen.

"This is for Bai Jincheng." she explained faintly.

Gu Liancheng paused slightly at the fingertips of the book.

He raised his eyes and fell on Qiao Jiang without any resistance.

His dark eyes are as deep as a deep spring that can never be seen thoroughly. They are cold to the bone, giving people an irresistible danger.

On his dark and cold eyes, Qiao Jiang blinked, "uncle, what's the matter?"

After a long time, he focused on the book again.

His thin lips gently opened, "go out and don't affect my reading."

"Oh!" Qiao Jiang uttered an unexpected faint hum, "it's worthy of being the Chief Superintendent. You even have to look backwards when reading."

Spit out a word, she got up and walked towards the door. As she passed Bai Jincheng, her steps stuttered slightly.

"Bai Jincheng, drink the chicken soup."

Gu Liancheng tightened his hand holding the book in an instant.

I was in a bad mood. At this moment, I was in a mess.

Bai Jincheng was dragged back to his mind by this familiar tone.

He looked up and saw the figure of Qiao Jiang leaving.

Thinking of what she had just said, he looked at the incubator on the table.

His companion Jiao said angrily, "how can you drink the soup that others cook casually? I just asked the restaurant to cook the most tonic big bone soup for you, and it will be delivered later."

He opened the lid at will and was just about to throw it away, but the whole person was suddenly stunned.

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