Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

As soon as she turned around and pressed the lock, Zhou Li went to pull the door. Jiang Zhao turned around again and stretched out his hand. The door firmly sucked up. He was tall and had a hard outline. If his eyes were cold, his momentum would be particularly compelling.

Zhou Li subconsciously stepped back. Jiang Zhao rubbed her eyebrows and bones. She was too bored. Ye'er was still waiting for him in the hospital. There was an elder who pestered him like this. When she opened her eyes, there was no joy, but only threat. "Mom, I hope this is the last time you pull my door. I always have a clear distinction between public and private. I don't want ye'er to be caught in the middle and make it difficult for her to do it, As you said, I'm just an outsider. When you compete with an outsider, you must distinguish the situation. "

Zhou Li took another step back. She didn't know that the man Ye Er married, the man who turned his hand in Yunyu in Haicheng, 29, was the youngest vice persimmon head in the history of Haicheng. But the confidence of his speech, his posture, his arrogant eyes, and the hint that life and death are not worth talking about, is it the arrogance of a vice persimmon?

Maybe, not maybe, it was originally. He had such capital. She should have taken Si Jie with her when she knew it would be like this.

Watching Zhou Li retreat, Jiang Zhao politely micro jaw his head, and the mechanized gentleman smiled, "Mom, bye, be careful on the way."

Turn around, pull the cab door and sit in.

Fasten your seat belt and start the car, "SJ, don't forget to pull your seat belt."

"I know. You're wordy."

Jiang Zhao looked at the rearview mirror and sure enough, it had been pulled.

The car took off its strings and flew very fast.

Before she got to the hospital, ye'er called. The person had been sent to the rescue room and told Jiang Zhao which building and location she was in.

Jiang Zhao listens to Ye Er's trembling cry on the phone and reports to him. Holding the steering wheel, he wishes he could lift the car and fly through the traffic.

Ye'er saw Jiang Zhao coming quickly with Si Jie, hurriedly ran over, took Si Jie's hand and asked Jiang Zhao, "where's my mother?" When I said it, I looked back nervously.

"She's back. Don't worry."

Ye Er breathed a sigh of relief. Holding Si Jie, he went to the bench outside the rescue room.

"Si Jie, will you go with your mother?" While sitting, ye'er kissed Si Jie on the forehead.

Si Jie felt that he didn't look like a man. He was obviously a man. At this time, he wanted to cry. He quickly lowered his head and buried the pair in Ye Er's chest, "I want to be with my sister."

At this time, Jiang Zhao looked at his brother-in-law rubbing against his wife's chest. He didn't care to be jealous. He sat next to ye'er and asked softly, "how's the situation?"

Ye Er touched Si Jie's head and said, "myocardial infarction. Fortunately, he found it quickly. He didn't have a medical history in this regard. His blood pressure was high before. Today, his mood fluctuates too much. "

Jiang Zhao looked at Si Jie on Ye Er's leg and asked with concern, "are you tired? Let me hold it. "

Si Jie got down from Ye Er and sat on the other side, "I don't want you to hold me." He also knew that his sister was tired. He didn't want his sister to be tired.

Ye'er is a girl who has seen great storms and waves. It is rare at this age. So as long as someone helps her a little, she can quickly calm down and tell herself what to do next.

For example, if there is no noise, when should someone send her brother to school, how long should she wait here, and go through the hospitalization procedures for her father.

But how does it go. Everything was so clear that Jiang Zhao felt he didn't know what to do.

He can only listen to Ye Er's arrangement and ask someone to take Si Jie to dinner and then send him to school.

Ye'er is always in good spirits. She looks after Yun Hongwei like an invincible robot. Yun Hongwei is full of pipes and lies in bed with her eyes closed. She sits aside. As long as a nurse pushes the door in, she stands up and asks, "what's the matter? What else do you need? "

Jiang Zhao looked at the time, "Yunye, you go to bed and I'll watch."

"No, you go back to bed. You have to work tomorrow. There are many things on Monday. You go back. I got up so late in the morning and slept until noon. I was not sleepy at all. " Ye Er bent over to straighten the quilt for Yun Hongwei.

"Shall we hire a nurse? You can't stand it. "

Ye Er shook her head. She didn't blame Jiang Zhao, because she knew that Jiang Zhao didn't have too much feelings with her family. At most, it was an obligation. It was good for him to fulfill his obligations. What else could he ask for.

She doesn't believe that suffering and feelings can be empathized. That kind of deep family affection has to be cultivated for decades. Why should she ask others to be empathetic?

If Jiang Zhao's relatives are still lying in bed, maybe she will also say, please hire a nurse.

Others will only think that they are all taken care of. It may not be bad to hire a professional.

Now she understands that no one can be invited. She can only stay here. For the doctor, the patient has been completely and 100% out of danger. She can go to bed at ease. Otherwise, it is useless to invite a hundred nursing workers.

"Ah Zhao, go back. I'm right here." Ye'er smiled at Jiang Zhao. "Go back and have a good sleep. I don't have anything serious to do anyway. I just pass the time here."

Jiang Zhaoyang raised his hand in the air and wanted to slap her on the ass, but he spread his long arm and pulled the woman in his arms. "You are not allowed to squeeze your face and smile in front of me when you encounter such a thing, do you understand? Your husband has enough money to spend. No matter how expensive the suit is, he can also be your handkerchief. Do you know? "

Her hair has always been messy and not combed. She hates her hair. It has been ironed and dyed for too long, and the quality of her hair is somewhat damaged. Unlike Ouyang Yan, her hair is straight and bright, like satin. At this time, if such hair falls in his arms, he will stretch out his hand and comb it to the end.

The hair in front of his forehead is also a little messy. It sticks to his face. When his face sticks to his suit, when he moves his shoulders, those coarse hair will pull and pull on his skin. It's not annoying.

He stretched out his hand and hung upside down from the man's waist. He buckled from the back and hugged his back shoulder. Across the clothes, he could feel strong muscles, broad and powerful. His face was on his shoulder, and his tears and snot were all pasted on it.

When sobbing, he pulled his sleeve, pulled his collar and pasted it hard.

She was born into a rich family and became a poor daughter.

But at this time, I used the most expensive handkerchief of my life.

Jiang Zhao also supported his sleeves and wiped them for her. He just wiped the tears on his face, but his face was wet again. He simply untied the buckle of his suit, pulled the hem and pulled it up to wipe her whole face.