Chapter 306: The bed at my uncle's house is very

Little Curly likes his uncle's big bedroom very much, and he can sleep on the big bed with Hum at night, which makes him very happy to think about it.

Of course, if there are good things, don't forget to share them with your mother: "Mom, if you come back, we can sleep in my uncle's big bed together, my uncle's bed is so big, and the lighting is so beautiful." ”

Jiang Jiuxi: "......"

No, her mind became more and more impure, and she quickly diverted the topic: "Cub, uncle is going on a business trip for a few days." ”

Little Curly shook his head: "I don't know, Uncle didn't say it." ”

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes, his big eyes were full of sleepiness and red.

Jiang Jiuxi remembered that he didn't see Mu Shaoheng: "What about Hengheng, Mom said a few words to Hengheng, and then you sleep well?"

Little Curly Hair rubbed her eyes again: "Mother-in-law is bathing Hum, and the cubs are bathing by themselves." ”

I don't forget to praise my cub at any time.

While talking, Aunt Du carried Mu Shaoheng into the room after taking a bath, and Mu Shaoheng was obviously very excited when she heard Aunt Jiuxi's voice, and crawled over wrapped in a children's bath towel.

Jiang Jiuxi chatted with Mu Shaoheng for a few more days before hanging up the video.

Lying on the hospital bed, it is difficult to sleep, and although the decoration in the senior ward is high-end, there is still a faint smell of disinfectant water.

Around two o'clock in the morning, the whole city falls into a quiet sleep.

There was even more silence in the hospital.

The lights in the hallway are dim, and the slightest sound is infinitely amplified in the quiet of the night.

Jiang Jiuxi always felt that there was a sound outside, like footsteps but not like it.

I couldn't help but think about it in my head, and finally I simply sat up and decided to go outside to have a look.

As soon as I got out of bed, I heard a knock on the door of the ward, followed by Ye Xiaoman's hurried voice: "Sister Xi, Sister Xi, are you okay?"

Jiang Jiuxi hurriedly went over to open the door and let Ye Xiaoman, who was flustered, enter the door: "What's wrong?"

Ye Xiaoman didn't care about speaking, closed the door first, locked the door again, ran over and locked the windows, closed the curtains, and then looked at Jiang Jiuxi with a shocked face: "Sister Xi, Mu Qiancheng's fans want to squat you." ”

Jiang Jiuxi was a little puzzled: "What are her fans doing squatting on me?"

"Because you let Mu Qiancheng be admitted to the hospital, some brainless fans think that you are the culprit, plus Mu Qiancheng has been using black materials on the Internet recently, although there are a lot of fans, there are always some brainless fans, who feel that they are all framed because of you. ”

Jiang Jiuxi was a little helpless, the most terrible thing was that he was brainless and illegitimate food, and he had no reason at all.

And these people have a hot head and can do anything.

"It's okay, we don't have to be afraid of them coming, let's go to bed first. ”

Ye Xiaoman was a little anxious: "Sister Xi, how can you still sleep, this brain-dead fan dispatch was completely instigated by someone behind the scenes, we have to find a way to leave quickly." ”

Jiang Jiuxi smiled: "How do you leave? If you go out now, you will give away someone's head, rest assured that there will be no problem, we don't all know in advance, I am most afraid of the kind of person who doesn't know in advance and will be hacked." ”

Ye Xiaoman was comforted by Jiang Jiuxi's calm emotions, thinking about it, even if those people sneaked into the inpatient department, they wouldn't be able to enter the ward.

Jiuxi turned around and was about to go back to the inner room to rest, when there was another knock on the ward door.

It was a very gentle voice: "Miss Jiang, I'll do you a Holter electrocardiogram now." ”

Ye Xiaoman looked at Jiang Jiuxi in surprise: "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Jiang Jiuxi thought for a while, and went over to hold the doorknob in his hand: "Is it okay tomorrow morning?"