Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Jiang Zhi bent his legs to prop up the quilt, took the pillow and pressed it to one side: "Why are you here?"

Mrs. Jiang came in with a cane: "Don't come and see your ancestor, where can I sleep?"

Not only Jiang Xiaolin and Jiang Fuli, but Luo from the second room also came. She waited by the old lady's side, helped pick up the coat, and stretched the chair to let the old lady sit down.

"Is it better?"

Jiang Zhi let out a hum, and turned sideways slightly, resting his hands on the pillow beside him.

Seeing his morbid state, the old lady really felt distressed, and she persuaded her with kind words: "Don't go filming these days. You were born and raised in the hospital."

Jiang Zhi should be down.

The old lady asked, "Have anyone from the police station been here?"

"Nan Chu has been here."

She was worried about this, and immediately asked: "So what new clues are there?"

Jiang Zhi squinted lazily and said nothing.

Old Mrs. Jiang is a genius, she still doesn't understand his thoughts, she turned around and ordered: "You all go out and wait."

No better than Jiang Xiaolin and Jiang Fuli's composure, Luo Changfang's expression was a bit uncontrollable, and his expression was displeased, but he didn't dare to say anything, and took the two juniors out of the ward.

After all of them had gone out and closed the door, Old Lady Jiang asked Jiang Zhi, "But is it related to them?"

They refer to the big room and the second room.

Jiang Zhi changed his legs and bent, without a sleeping face, and propped up the quilt unevenly. He said, "There are scratches on the back of the murderer's hand."

The little girl in the quilt was very hot, and he was a little hot.

"You mean Brother Lin?"

Jiang Xiaolin didn't deliberately cover the wound on his hand. Old Madam Jiang saw him last night and asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say, no, the culprit who pushed the river into the sea was also scratched.

How can there be such a coincidence.

"That's hard to say." Jiang Zhi reached out and took the cup, drank a sip of warm water to moisturize his throat, "If he wants to kill me, he can't get his hands dirty."

"Perhaps he also expected you to think so, deliberately doing the opposite."

This possibility is not ruled out.

"That girl at Fuli, too, didn't leave early or late, but she wasn't on the boat when your accident happened." The old lady snorted, her face dull. "One by one, they are not fuel-efficient lamps."

Jiang's family is not as glamorous as the outside said. It is a matter of time for the family to fall apart. It will be a matter of time for her old lady to stretch her legs and close her eyes.

Jiang Zhi stopped talking and expressed his stance: "Don't interfere with this matter. If you really find out our Jiang family, you will have trouble."

The old lady disagreed, holding a crutches in her hand, and her attitude was tough: "If there is any trouble, the police will treat the police if they are able to cure it. If they can't, I will get them back if the person is able to trouble you. To solve it, you can't use this method of killing people."

They are all born from the same root, and she will not do anything unless she is a last resort.

"Ms. Xu," Jiang Zhi dared to tease the old lady so much, "What can't be done, don't you often teach me to speak elegantly?"

Isn't this thing exciting!

Mrs. Jiang was angrily laughed by him: "You didn't learn enough of the gangsters outside." The provincial guy gagped him, and the old lady came out with a serious face, "Don't talk about it, you can tell me. What happened to the runner you hired? Where was he when you had the accident?"

The tuft under the quilt moved in a small arc.

Jiang Zhi changed his posture, put his hand in the quilt as it was, touched a head and rubbed it: "It has nothing to do with her."

It's not obvious to see his skinny, shrunk into a ball and hidden in the quilt.

From now on, I have to stare at her for dinner.

"How come it has nothing to do with him. I took a commission of 20 million and made people take advantage of the loopholes. What use is it for me to hire him?" Mrs. Jiang was naturally dissatisfied with the errand runner. Plays a role.

"She went to the sea to save me."

This tone is still very tough, as if no one could say anything.

What kind of temper is Jiang Zhi, does Mrs. Jiang still know? When did he protect others in this way? This baby is really inexplicable.

"Why are you giving him an excuse?"

He touched the back of the little girl's cold hands in the quilt. He was very well-behaved at the moment. He let him knead and poke, and he was in a good mood for playing, and said, "It's the matter."

"And your big assistant, why didn't he follow you?" Mrs. Jiang hasn't remembered Lin Wanwan's name until now, she always yelled in a big way.

Speaking of being a big guy, Jiang Zhi was uninterested: "He is seasick."

"..."

Who are these people!

Jiang Zhi urged: "When will you go back?"

This kid is still driving people.

"Sick my old lady being long-winded?"

Jiang Zhi's eyelids drooped: "I'm tired and want to sleep."

Old Madam Jiang scolded the little ancestor with a smile, and got up: "Ling Ge'er and Fuli will send someone to stare at me. You are too careless. I will pick a few more skilled people over to watch you at night. "

He hummed, feeling weak.

Mrs. Jiang gave a few more instructions before leaving.

When the door was closed, there was no sound in the ward, the ball under the pillow moved slightly, and another finger was extended to poke Jiang Zhi's arm.

"Don't move." Jiang Zhi tossed the pillow away, "It tickles me."

Hearing his voice, Zhou Xufang dared to scream: "Are you gone?"

"gone."

"Then I'm out."

"Come out."

The lump in the quilt moved back bit by bit, and his head arched out bit by bit. As soon as his head emerged, a beautiful face leaned forward.

"River--"

Jiang Zhi directly kissed her blushing little cheek.

Zhou Xufang: "!"

The ears were red.

She froze for three seconds, then jumped back abruptly--

With a creak, the bed collapsed.

Just want to steal an incense, and half of his body is on the ground and half of his body is hanging from the hospital bed at this moment: "..."

At this time, there was a sound outside the door.

"Hold it carefully, don't spill the soup on me."

"Oh."

"Jiang Zhihe--"

The door is unlocked, it opens with a twist.

Awan and Ms. Song who just opened the door and came in: "..."

And, Ms. Song’s favorite double happiness: "Huh!"

It's embarrassing to step on at this point!

Knock, bang, bang, the drip rack is shaking, Zhou Xufang has a sharp eye, and immediately jumped up with his hands and feet to stabilize the infusion bag.

She looked at Jiang Zhi worriedly: "Did you fall?"

The puncture site is a bit painful.

Jiang Zhi said, "No." He coughed, his expression unchanged.

Zhou Xufang blamed himself very much. He carried the infusion stand and took the initiative to go to Qianjiangzhi. With a small red face, he admitted that he was wrong: "I shouldn't jump around, this bed," the voice is getting smaller and smaller, "... …It’s not strong."

She really didn't use too much force. If she tried so hard, the bed would become scum, so annoying. Why is she so strong? In the future, she must take care of Jiang Zhi more carefully and never knock him again.

"Well, it's not your fault." Jiang Zhi glanced at the ultra-luxury, broken, wooden VIP hospital bed, and helped his little girl shirk responsibility without changing his face. "It's all the bed's fault. ."

Zhou Xufang lowered his head in annoyance.

After the mother and son at the door looked at each other, they both took out the people who came by and were not surprised.

Ah Wan: "Boss, should we avoid it?" He is as considerate as him.

Jiang Zhi didn't have the embarrassment or guilty conscience of "catching **** in bed". Wearing checkered trousers, Jiang Zhi took out the indifferent indifference.

"Go and change my bed." He added, "Be firmer."

Ah Wan thought, did they fight on the bed?

Of course, the bed was not changed so quickly. Ah Wan helped the employer to change the ward first. When filling in the bed replacement form, Ah Wan resolutely filled it out-vigorous exercise.

Oh, his **** ingenuity.

This was the first time that Ms. Song saw Zhou Xufang. She was too curious. She looked at the girl for a long time, her lips were red and her teeth were white. She liked it the more she looked.

"You're Miss Zhou." Ms. Song's face is round, and her figure can be said to be...very sturdy. She has a hot instant noodle head and has a hairpin pinned to her curly hair.

Ah Wan's body shape turned out to be like his mother.

Zhou Xufang stood upright as if he was facing the interviewer: "Well, I am."

Ms. Song's face was big, and when she smiled, her eyes narrowed: "I'm late mother."

Zhou Xufang was a little afraid of strangers, so he dared not look up, bowed his head and said, "Hello, auntie."

Yo, like a schoolboy.

Really good, so sensible.

Ms. Song's "mother-in-law sees her son-in-law", the more she looked at her, the more pleasing she became, and she smoothed the miscellaneous hair of the big **** in her arms: "Double happiness, please call someone."

Double happiness in a pink hand-knitted sweater dress: "Oh!"

Zhou Xufang: "..."

Ms. Song is very enthusiastic and familiar: "I heard that the double happiness was given to Jiang Zhi."

Zhou Xufang looked at this big **** wearing a pink skirt, a little confused.

Jiang Zhi saw her pestle like a piece of wood, and pulled her to sit down: "It's the chicken you gave me."

Oh, it turned out to be the chicken that **** on Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang stared at the rooster and looked carefully: "It seems to be growing meat." It has gained a lot of weight, and the chicken legs have also become fattened a few times. It should be very good after being slaughtered...

Ms. Song gently stroked the double happiness: "You and Jiang Zhi are both busy, anyway, I'm fine at home, so I will help you take it first. If you want to raise it by yourself in the future, you will take it back and you will kiss after a while. "

The more Awan listened, the more wrong he became. How did he feel that his mother was raising a grandson.

That's it for the topic of double happiness.

Ms. Song began to talk about business: "Has the guy who pushed you caught?"

"Not yet." Jiang Zhi dragged Zhou Xufang's hand over to play, she dragged it back, and he dragged it back again, enjoying it.

"God **** dog stuff!" Ms. Song has a violent temper, and her anger rushes into the sky. "Late night, you will move to Jiangzhi's floor shop tomorrow. From now on, you can't let him be alone."

Ah Wan really doesn't like his mother calling her late.

He refused, on the grounds: "He has a habit of cleanliness."

Ms. Song’s tone was like eating a catty of millet peppers, spicy and choking: "You are ashamed to say that Double Happiness takes a bath more diligently than you."

"I--"

"What am I! If it wasn't for you to get seasick, could Jiang Zhi be pushed into the sea?"

Ah Wan: "..."

Well, blame him for everything, he shouldn't be seasick, he shouldn't love bathing, he shouldn't be born!

"It's not convenient for him to live with me." Jiang Zhi said.

Ms. Song immediately showed a girlish smile: "It's inconvenient, that's OK, then I won't be able to stop it. I will let you go and return later later."

Ah Wan: "..."

This is not his mother, this is Jiang Zhi's mother.

Starting today, he is an orphan.

"Late late, pour out the soup for Jiang Zhi to drink."

Ah Wan was stubborn for three seconds: "...oh."

Forget it, who told him to look ugly.

A Wan poured out a bowl of soup. Ms. Song gave Jiang Zhi first, and Awan poured another bowl, and Ms. Song gave Zhou Xufang again: "Xiaofang, you also have a drink."

Xiaofang took Tang: "..." Xiaofang is still not used to this new nickname.

Ms. Song drank the third bowl of soup herself.

Then it dries in the thermos, and Ah Wan's heart is cold.

Ms. Song still smiled like a winter jasmine: "And you two too, even if you are young and vigorous, you can't toss it like this, how can you wait until your health is better--"

Ms. Song pretended to cough twice and said nothing.

The "young and vigorous" Jiang Zhi's expression is a bit embarrassing, and the "young and vigorous" Zhou Xufang Steel couldn't understand this passage with paint.

Ms. Song is a good talker. She sat in the ward for more than ten minutes. From the bedwetting of Ah Wan at the age of seven, to the fact that he fainted from a boxing match when he was seventeen.

Ah Wan was born without love throughout the whole journey.

When Ms. Song and her son left, Zhou Xufang said to Jiang Zhi: "Mother is very nice late night."

"Late night?" Ear-piercing, very harsh, Jiang Zhi was uncomfortable, pulling Zhou Xufang's clothes and pulling people to his side, "Lin Wanwan has a nickname."

Zhou Xufang: "Huh?"

Jiang Zhi casually made up one: "It's called Lin Dazhuang."

Zhou Xufang was convinced, and changed his words: "Oh, Lin Dazhuang's mother is very nice."

So good.

Jiang Zhi couldn't help touching her head: "Well, it's very good." He told her in detail, "Lin Dazhuang's mother had uremia. I paid for the operation on her."

As for Lin Wanwan's thirty-year sales contract for this, it goes without saying.

Zhou Xufang was moved when he heard this: "You are really a good person."

Jiang·Da Shan Ren·Weaving: "..."

Zhou Xufang looked at the time, and it was late: "Then I will go back."

Jiang Zhi didn't want her to go: "What will you do when you go back?"

She put her backpack on her back: "Going to work."

Jiang Zhi carried her backpack and carried them with her, his tone was coaxing and deceiving: "Don't go, can you work in my place?"

"Then what am I doing?"

Anything is fine.

He coughed, panted weakly, and said pitifully, "Give me a caregiver, no one will take care of me."

She thought about it seriously: "Okay."

She promised too quickly, Jiang Zhi didn't expect: "Yes?"

She was very afraid of others coming to hurt him again: "Yeah."

He laughed, Xiaohuya was not very obvious, and he lay down on the hospital bed, and handed the delicate white jade hand to her: "Then wipe my hands first."

Of course, Jiang Zhi was not willing to let Zhou Xufang take care of him. Instead, he was a patient who held it in front of her deliciously. He found that Zhou Xufang seemed to like snacks, especially sweet ones, and she had a lot of them. Nothing has been eaten, as if there was no childhood.

Jiang Zhi was late, and Ah Wan went back to buy a bunch of snacks for Zhou Xufang to taste.

In the afternoon, Qiao Nanchu came over and saw Jiang Zhi’s very temperamental little ancestor from afar. He held a jelly in one hand and a lollipop in the other. He handed it to Zhou Xufang and said that he could not eat too much. , I want to eat later, I can only eat one.

"Which one do you like?"

Jiang Zhi's tone... Qiao Nanchu felt exactly the same as when his cousin's daughter coaxed her daughter.

Zhou Xufang chose jelly: "This."

She hadn't eaten it before and found that the jelly was particularly delicious. This is the last one.

Jiang Zhi helped her tear open the outer packaging: "Lin Dazhuang, you can buy some jelly."

Lin Dazhuang: "..."

In this world, the person he hates most is Jiang Zhi, and the second person he hates is Ms. Song.

Ah Wan turned her head full of resentment, and saw Qiao Nanchu, who rarely wore a neat police uniform: "You live in this courtyard comfortably."

Jiang Zhi ignored his ridicule and stuffed Zhou Xufang with a few gummy candies: "Will you go buy jelly with Lin Dazhuang? Pick the flavor you like."

He wants to distract her.

Zhou Xufang said yes.

When someone left, Jiang Zhi asked Qiao Nanchu: "Have you checked it?"

Qiao Nanchu pulled down the chair, peeled off a candy and threw it in his mouth: "This case is a bit troublesome."

"How to say?"

"Unfortunately, three people with scratches on the back of their bare hands have been caught, and one with the back of their hands burned."

Jiang Zhi was not surprised: "Who is it?"

Qiao Nanchu showed him the photos on the phone: "What's more unfortunate is that they are more or less animosity towards you."

The four suspects were either related to the Jiang family or the Luo family.

Similar to Jiang Zhi's conjecture: "Is there any evidence of absence?"

Qiao Nanchu said one by one: "Huang Peidong said that he was in the guest room on the second floor of the cruise ship, and he was energized with Jiang Fuli. The call history was checked and the time was right, but he was driving the phone and committing crimes."

Huang Peidong is familiar with Jiang Zhi. He is Jiang Fuli's right-hand man.

"How about the scratch? How and when did it happen?"

"This morning, he was caught by his little lover." Qiao Nanchu crumpled the sugar paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can, stretching his long legs lazily. "His little lover has also been tried. There is no problem for the time being."

Jiang Zhi thoughtfully.

Qiao Nanchu continued: "Han Feng and Luo Changde were on the second floor at the time. There was no surveillance certificate. They testified to each other. In addition, Luo Changde's hand was burned at home last night, because the burn was more serious and there was no way. Prove whether there was a scratch before the burn."

Huang Peidong is the suspect number one, and Han Feng and Luo Changde are the number two and three.

Regardless of whether it is from the Jiang family or the Luo family, they are all Jiang Zhi's enemies, and they all have motives for killing.

Jiang Zhi leaned his hand on the pillow, and the sleeves of his jacket slid down, revealing a small white square corner: "Han Feng's hand, who caught it?"

"He said it was Luo Qinghe, because it was unfavorable. Forensic doctors did a live evidence collection on him, but the results haven't come out yet."

Han Feng is Luo Qinghe's secretary, a person on a boat, and the possibility of colluding testimony is very high.

"Only Jiang Xiaolin, without any proof. He said that he was in the guest room alone. As for the scratches on his hands," the guy was crazy, "saying that there is no comment on personal issues."

In addition to Jiang Xiaolin, the other three, regardless of whether they are true or not, have an alibi and a set of arguments. On the surface, Jiang Xiaolin is the most suspicious.

Qiao Nanchu estimated: "These suspects may all have problems."

"Then all stare at it." Jiang Zhi took out a notepad from the cabinet and gave it to Qiao Nanchu, "I drew a few simple strokes, first check this men's watch."

Qiao Nanchu glanced and smiled: "Brother Zhi, your painting skills..."

It's hard to say.

Jiang Zhi gave him a cold look.

He stopped joking and closed the notebook: "What are you sticking to?"

Jiang Zhizhuang seemed to inadvertently roll up his sleeves, his eyes filled with pride: "Warm baby, Zhou Xufang posted me." There were four stickers on his body, all of which were posted by Zhou Xufang.

This is showing off.

Qiao Nanchu laughed and scolded: "Virtue!"

In the evening.

Jiang Zhi answered the call from the old house and said that Jiang Weier and the old lady had a quarrel. When he arrived at the old house, he saw Xiao Linshu outside the door.

At that time, it was dark. He was standing under the big lantern at the gate of Jiang's house, his back was straight, and the figure on the ground was lonely, looking depressed.

Jiang Zhi got out of the car and stopped when he passed by. It was cold in the night. He was wrapped in a coat and coughed slightly: "Go back, our Jiang family's door, you can't get in."

He stood motionless, there was no light in his pupils, and no god, and said: "Ville is crying inside."

Jiang Zhi looked at him: "So?"

He stood under a light, looking into the distance, weak but firm: "I can't go."

Just stand.

Jiang Zhi entered the house and saw people in a yard from a distance. A curtain was set up on the open lawn, and the curtain was projected. The sky was a bit dark, not very clear, and gray, but he could hear someone shouting clearly.

"Call!"

"Does it hurt!"

"If you don't call me, you will be killed!"

Jiang Zhi approached and saw the projection on the screen clearly. Jin Song was tired from beating with a belt, so he changed his cigarette butts and pressed all of them on Xiao Lin's bare back.

He was undressed, lying there, like a corpse, not calling for pain or begging for mercy.

The masters of the Jiang family were all there, and they were all silent.

Mrs. Jiang was stern, standing beside the projection screen, Jiang Weier knelt in front of her, crying loudly: "I beg you, mother, don't let it go..."