Mr.Ji, welcome!

After a while, there was a sound of car braking outside the door. He looked out with his head. Sure enough, he saw the dusty city of Jifu coming in.

"What's going on?"

The doctor said he was hurt and needed a good rest for a period of time. Director Zheng asked me to rest at home first

Ji Fucheng painfully dragged each other's little hand with his palm. The man's palm was broad and warm. He put his white little hand on it and was gently held by the man, "who hurt it?"

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Only in front of Ji Fucheng did she feel some grievances. "She was accidentally hurt when pushed and pulled by a patient. There was a medical accident, but she has called the police. Just wait for the result."

Ji Fucheng seemed to be able to think of that picture. He looked at each other's injured hand seriously, "you can't soak in water these days. Call me if you need anything."

He Huan raised his small face and smiled at each other. "He just hurt his hand, not paralyzed."

"Bah three times!"

He Huan opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Ji Fucheng, but the other party still looked at her seriously, "you taught me to say unlucky words, don't you want to bah three times?"

"Pooh!" He smiled and smashed his small head into Ji Fucheng's chest. His shoulders trembled with laughter. I didn't expect that the dignified president Ji Da would have such a childish side.

Recalling the first time that the man was booed three times, he couldn't stop laughing, "ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, I still, or, ha ha, the first time I heard someone ask, 'bah' there are three more times? This is a problem. "

Ji Fucheng spoiled and hugged people carefully into her arms, protecting her hands to prevent her from accidentally knocking.

Pay off Huan seemed to be suddenly opened to laugh. He couldn't stop laughing. Tears were coming out. He smiled and annoyed and drilled into Ji Fucheng's arms. He said coquettishly, "my stomach hurts."

Ji Fucheng covered her belly with his big hand and gently rubbed it. The other hand gently fiddled with the broken hair in front of her forehead. "Next, how about going out on a business trip with me?"

"Business trip?" He turned red with laughter and looked at him with slightly confused eyes.

Ji Fucheng nodded, leaned down and gently nodded on her red lips, "as I told you last month, Lin Dezhou will have a batch of antique auctions next month."

Mrs. Zhong came out slowly with soup and smiled at the two people lying on the sofa, "young grandma, I made soup for you and drink it while it's hot. Sir's is still in the kitchen. We have to wait a little. "

As she said this, sister-in-law Zhong looked at Ji Fucheng's hand on his stomach. She wanted to talk and stopped. Finally, she couldn't help saying, "Sir, madam, this hand is hurt, so you'd better be careful."

When sister-in-law Zhong left, she looked at Ji Fucheng with some doubts. "My hand was hurt. How did she charge you?"

Ji Fucheng looked at pay off Huan reluctantly, picked her up from her arms, held her firmly in her arms, buried her head in each other's shoulders, lowered her voice, blew pay off Huan's earlobes and said, "she's afraid I'll hurt my wife."

The man's warm breath came from his ears. He subconsciously shrunk his shoulders, his cheeks turned red quickly, hurriedly hung his head, stretched out his intact little hand and scratched on Jifu's chest, "you, don't do this, this is the living room!"

"OK, then go upstairs."

As Ji Fucheng said this, she got up directly, held her legs in one hand, let her sit on her arm, and directly carried sister-in-law Zhong's soup in the other hand, and went upstairs effortlessly.