Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Just when Ah Wan ran to the toilet for the fourth time, Zhou Xufang, the "mother" of Double Happiness, finally came.

She was wearing a furry hat and her black down jacket was wrapped from head to toe.

"are you feeling better?"

As soon as Jiang Zhi heard the voice, he turned around and pressed the corner of his mouth for a second. He looked at the door without looking at her: "No."

She was still carrying a large bag in her hand.

Ah Wan took the initiative to pick up things: "Miss Zhou, what are these?"

"tonic."

Ah counted the whole night, eight boxes: "Are they all bought for my boss?"

Yes, he asked deliberately and knowingly.

Zhou Xufang touched the ball on the woolen hat and nodded.

Jiang Zhi sat up from the hospital bed. He was particular about it. He felt that the hospital gown was not clean, and he was wearing pajamas. His short, misty blue hair was messed up by him, and his forehead was curled up.

He looks like this, with no attack power at all.

"Do you have a lot of money? Why do you buy these things?"

Listen carefully, there is a bit of triumph in the reprimand.

Zhou Xufang said: "I will replenish your body."

That's it...Smooth his hair down, the original gambling was gone, and the spring in the garden ran out of his eyes again: "How much do you pay for handing out flyers a day?"

She replied one to five to ten: "Usually it is one hundred and five, but today it snows and there are three hundred." When he called her, she had only a few flyers left, so she waited for it to be distributed.

"Then how much did you spend on these things?"

"Eight thousand, four hundred and thirty-seven."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Wanting to give her his card, Siao Di Tiantian worried that she would have no money to spend.

"You can come here in the future, and you are not allowed to buy things."

Zhou Xufang: "Good."

She thought, she can't really not buy it, and it's rude to visit the doctor empty-handed.

"Why are you standing so far? Sit here."

Zhou Xufang didn't feel embarrassed to sit on his hospital bed, moved the chair over, and placed it not far away from him.

"Is it hot?"

The heating is turned on in the room.

Her hat and down jacket were tightly wrapped, and her cheeks were red. She didn't know if it was hot or was blown by the wind outside.

Zhou Xufang shook his head and said, "It's not hot."

Jiang Zhi still lowered the temperature by two degrees and put on his coat: "Do you drink soup? Awan's mother stewed it and it tastes good."

"drink."

He filled her with a big bowl and fished her all the precious herbs and meat in the soup.

Zhou Xufang said thank you, holding a bowl while drinking soup and eating meat.

She couldn't hold back, and asked: "Did Mr. Xue not come to accompany you?"

Are Jiang Zhi and Mr. Xue friends with each other?

In the past two days, she has been thinking about this problem, thinking about it when she is working, and also thinking about it when she sleeps, which makes her sleep well.

Jiang Zhi stared at her frowning little face: "Are you talking about Xue Baoyi or Xue Bingxue?"

"Mr. Xue Baoyi."

He changed his posture, leaning on the pillow sideways: "Why do I want him to accompany?"

She frowned more tightly, and looked very tangled. It took a long while to whisper, "Isn't he your boyfriend?"

Jiang Zhi: "..."

He was choked and his blood rose suddenly, and his bloodless face was turned out of anger: "Who told you that he is my boyfriend?"

Xu Fang will be silent next week, and he must not confess Fang Ideal.

He panted for breath, and sat upright, propped up: "Zhou Xufang."

"Ok?"

The expression on her face is simply... messy, looking stunned, silly, cute, and dumbfounded.

Originally annoyed that she didn't know her, but he looked at her face, he just wanted to poke and touch her. Anyway, he couldn't get angry, and he couldn't bear to be angry with her, his voice softened several times: " Have you heard that I am gay?"

She nodded.

Jiang Zhi was silent for a while, and his tone suddenly became serious: "I am not now."

just now?

Zhou Xufang looked up at him, looking at a loss.

He was anxious and blurted out: "I don't like others, I—"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Knocking! Knocking! Knocking!"

Jiang Zhi's words were all forced to get stuck in his throat, so he wanted to punch someone, and his temper came up: "What's the matter!"

"Young Master Jiang," the head nurse outside the door was yelled, "it's time, it's time, we need to draw blood."

Jiang Zhi glanced at Zhou Xufang. She still had the same expression just now. He grabbed a handful of hair irritably: "Come in."

The head nurse opened the door and came in. The atmosphere inside was not right, and she did not dare to breathe.

The doctors and nurses of Jiang Shao's Temper Hospital knew that the most troublesome thing was not that he liked to embarrass people, or that he always chilled his beautiful eyes, like ice scum on his head.

At this moment, this ancestor is straightforward.

"Left hand or right hand?"

The head nurse shook his hands and put down the medical tray: "Right hand."

Jiang Zhi lay back, stretched out his hand, and stretched his sleeves.

He has very thin blood vessels, but his skin is white, and he can see clearly. When the needle went down, he was looking at Zhou Xufang and she was looking at his hand.

She has a solemn expression: "Does it hurt?"

He has been a sick child for more than 20 years. He has not suffered any pain. He has been numb early, but he is not used to it. This is the first time someone asked him if it hurts.

He was itchy to ask.

"It hurts." He looked at her, "it doesn't hurt after blowing."

Zhou Xufang suddenly realized that he turned his head: "Sister Nurse, can you give him a blow?"

Head Nurse: "..."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Is this an ice sculpture? Completely immobile!

Of course the head nurse didn't dare to blow Jiang Zhi, quickly drew two tubes of blood and slipped away.

Zhou Xufang only sat for twenty minutes and then left. Before leaving, he made an appointment with Jiang Zhi and had dinner together tomorrow night. She seemed to be in a good mood, and she took the initiative to greet the patient she met at the door, and by the way, she also helped a female patient who went to the bathroom to carry an infusion belt.

Jiang Zhi is not a gay, and she has no friends with Mr. Xue Baoyi. She has to tell Fang Ideal quickly, and she can't let her go wrong.

After Zhou Xufang left, Ah Wan walked to the bedside.

"Boss," he couldn't hold back, "Did you just want to confess?"

Jiang Zhi neither admitted nor denied, staring at the door absent-mindedly.

Ah Wan considers it: "I don't think it is right."

Jiang Zhi's eyelids moved and his eyes turned.

Although the employer is ill-tempered, but the king’s money bears the worries of the king, Ah Wan is a professional ethic person, and he is about to give his plan.

"I heard that the actress named Ideal from the crew said that Miss Zhou has an IQ of over 130, right? It's all in exchange for emotional intelligence."

Lin Wanwan, who has an IQ of less than 100, felt confident at this moment.

"Besides, look at Miss Zhou, she didn't know anything about you. If you confessed rashly, you might scare her away."

Jiang Zhi pondered.

Lifting his eyelids, he asked unnaturally, "What should I do?"

A Wan’s face is an expression of incomprehensibility, deep in his fame and merit: "Boss, you have to boil the frog in warm water, step by step, and slowly infiltrate. When she gets used to you being so good to her, she will never I can't do without you." He feels that he can be an emotional expert. He is particularly confident. "I watched an idol drama a few days ago. This is how the male lead took the female lead."

Although he is not very clever and his mind is quite simple, Lin Wanwan has been watching a kimchi drama with his Ms. Song since he was ten years old. The harvester was not called for nothing.

In terms of men and women, Jiang Zhi is a little chick.

"Ahem," Jiang Zhi pretended to cough twice, and asked casually, "What is the name of that play?"

"The domineering president fell in love with me."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

He was too ill to go to the doctor so he would believe Lin Wanwan's nonsense.

After thinking for three seconds-

"send to me."

The next day, the snow was still heavy, and the ground covered with snow.

Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang had an appointment at the porridge shop, the one where Zhou Xufang worked. It was Jiang Zhi’s choice. Why not go to a more upscale and stylish place?

Because he wants to save her money.

Zhou Xufang refused to let Jiang Zhi pick it up. They met at the gate of the porridge shop at about 6:30.

Ah Wan felt that the employer had a problem with his brain, so he asked him to drive over at four o'clock, and did not enter the shop, and waited in the freezing snow.

When the car stopped opposite the congee shop, Jiang Zhi looked at his watch and asked Ah Wan, "What time is it?"

He suspected that his watch was broken.

"Boss, it's only five o'clock." Ah Wan couldn't help but complain, "You are too early."

Jiang Zhi raised his eyelashes.

Ah Wan immediately shut his mouth and turned to the beginning, watching the heavy snow outside, covered in silver clothes, blinding his sight. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure and exclaimed: "Ah! Miss Zhou is delivering food! "

At the entrance of the congee shop, Zhou Xufang had just come out, wearing a dazzling yellow helmet for delivery personnel.

Without holding the umbrella, Jiang Zhi got out of the car and shouted Zhou Xufang, then stood in the heavy snow, across the road, and waved to her.

She looked back and saw him, saw the snow falling on his shoulders, saw the black frosted buttons on his coat, saw him smiling, a very shallow but beautiful smile, like a teenager returning in a hurry.

Then, in the driveway behind him, a car passed the zebra crossing and suddenly accelerated.

The bag in Zhou Xufang's hand fell.

"Jiangzhi!"

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Hope you are all lovely people.

Ps: The wayward President Gu only likes cute little fairies today.

Jiang Zhi: One can of milk per person, only for the lovely people.

President Gu: Is it the milk I thought about?

Jiang Zhi: You old dirty woman!

Gu·Old Witch·President:...