Wen Jie accompanied Yang Shanshan to the hospital, and after Yang Shanshan was pushed into the emergency room, he was left to wait in the corridor of the hospital.

He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, and did not rush to light a cigarette, but put the cigarette in his hand and played with it.

An old man came up and smiled at Wenjie.

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Wen Jie thought he was going to ask for directions.

He looked at the uncle who was standing not far away and smiled at him in surprise: "You...... Something? ”

"Oh...... It's okay! Lad, you're busy. ”

The uncle stroked his chapped palm and pursed his dry lips.

"Uncle, you...... Do you want to smoke one too? Wen Jie glanced at the old man's nails blackened by dry smoke.

"Oh......" The old man's eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, and the wrinkles were twisted into flowers.

Seeing this, Wen Jie took a cigarette from the cigarette case and threw it to the uncle.

The uncle opened his palm, impartially, and just caught it.

The uncle touched it in his pocket, Wen Jie smiled, took a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, and then threw the lighter to the uncle.

The old man in front of him slapped his thigh, leaned over numbly, and stuffed the cigarette and lighter into Wen Jie's pocket:

"Two hundred yuan a piece, young man pay for it!"

Wen Jie just put the cigarette in his mouth and took a hard puff.

Seeing the old man rushing to him, he spread his hands roughly.

Cough, cough, cough, the smoke choked into his nasal passages, and Wen Jie coughed violently.

“……”

Wen Jie snuffed out his cigarette and looked around for the trash can.

The old man seemed to have expected this, and he turned his head and pointed to the corner of the emergency room.

Wen Jie lowered his head and held his forehead, no need to look, there must be a camera there.

He took out his pocket, which was now cleaner than his face.

After fumbling for a long time, he took out a few crumpled banknotes.

The maximum denomination is only ten yuan, Wen Jie has a bitter face: "Can you scan the code?" ”

The uncle in front of him took out the fine QR code from his pocket, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed even more: "WeChat or Alipay?" ”

Wen Jie obediently took out his mobile phone, and said angrily before scanning the code: "Invoicing!" ”

"Well, I want an invoice of 200, not an invoice of 100."

Well, this kind of thing can't be compromised, and if you don't give an invoice, who knows who will be fined?

Wen Jie's hand trembled and remitted 100.

Hey, forget it, a hundred is a hundred.

"Ding! Alipay received 100 yuan. Uncle got up and walked to the ward on the other side of the corridor, where there were two young men hanging around.

"Uncle, don't be in a hurry to leave, I want to ask you something."

"Young man, my old man has no culture, he is only responsible for collecting a fine, don't make fun of my old man!"

The old man put the QR code into his pants pocket and turned around to leave.

"Uncle, do you remember the people you saw more than ten years ago?"

"Oh? This, it depends on what you see, if you meet and fine me 100 yuan, then I will definitely remember. ”

"Hehe, uncle is quite humorous, I didn't mean that, I don't hold grudges so much." Wen Jie was a little crying and laughing.

"If you pass by, unless it's a big beauty, you can't remember it."

After the uncle finished speaking, he walked leisurely towards the corridor, another person who was about to light a cigarette.

Wen Jie looked at the uncle's back and fell into deep thought.

Yes, no one will remember the words of passerby A for more than ten years.

Wen Jie unconsciously took out the cigarette again, looked at the uncle on the other side of the corridor, and walked towards the door of the hospital with the cigarette.

After a cigarette, back to the emergency room, Yang Shanshan had already been pushed to the ward.

After the infusion of the two sets of fluids, the allergy disappeared, and there was no major problem.

Allergies are such a strange thing, and they come with a lot of momentum and can't be resisted. After the anti-allergy treatment, the situation was immediately calm and the person recovered as before.

When Wen Jie sent Yang Shanshan home, it was already more than six o'clock in the evening, and Yang Shanshan asked Wen Jie if he wanted to go up and sit down and have dinner by the way.

He looked at Yang Shanshan, who was suffering from allergies, with the delicacy of Xizi in her thinness, and felt a little reluctant in her heart.

But when you go up at this time, are you going home tonight?

Yang Shanshan's white wrist is still sticking to the white medical hemostatic tape after the infusion.

At this time...... Take advantage of the danger!

After a little struggle, he proposed to have some food together in a nearby restaurant, and he went home to do it, and he was very tired after a day of tossing.

Yang Shanshan nodded slightly, and the two walked into a fly restaurant in her community, and when Wen Jie ordered, Yang Shanshan's phone rang.

Yang Shanshan glanced at the phone and picked it up:

"Hey, ...... slightly"

"Sanshan, how are you doing? I heard An Ran say that you have allergies and were sent to the hospital by 120? ”

Huang asked slightly on twitter.

Along the way, Wen Jie spoke to her cautiously and gently.

Suddenly yelled at Huang Weiwei, Yang Shanshan couldn't help but pull the phone away from her ear, and subconsciously rubbed her ears with her hands.

"Oh, I was killed by you, I'm fine, don't worry. It's scary when you're allergic, and it's okay if you lose an anti-inflammatory and anti-allergy drug! I'm home, I'm going to have dinner with Wenjie now. ”

Yang Shanshan suddenly changed her words: "By the way, Weiwei, are you still in the villa?" Are you still here tonight? ”

Wen Jie raised his eyes and looked like Yang Shanshan, they were all adults, and he understood what Yang Shanshan meant by asking.

Huang Weiwei wants to stay at Jia Nan's house?

Somehow, Jia Nan's sparse expression appeared in his mind, as well as the small movements of resisting Huang Weiwei's physical contact with him.

"Woo woo, Jia Nan is not in the villa, why am I still there? I'm driving back now. ”

When Huang woke up slightly, it was almost dark, and she was in a trance for a moment in a strange room.

After a few seconds, the villa, barbecue, and playing cards returned to my memory little by little.

She wanted to prop up her body, but her body was a little soft, and she opened her mouth and shouted: "Jia Nan!" Jia Nan! ”

Soon there was footsteps in the corridor, but it was not Jia Nan who came in, but the little nanny of the villa.

"Miss Huang, Brother Jia Nan is out."

The smile on Huang Weiwei's face just froze instantly.

Out? Isn't it playing in the lobby on the first floor? Why did Jia Nan go out?

What about Yang Shanshan and Wen Jie?

Not downstairs?

Could it be that the two of them went out to wander and left themselves behind?

She looked at An Ran suspiciously, and said, "Then Jia Nan can't come back today?" ”

The little nanny just stood there crampedly with her head down.

Hey, anyway, I guess she doesn't know, Huang was slightly bored, struggled to get up, and slowed down for a while, before his consciousness gradually became clearer.

"What about Yang Shanshan and Wen Jie? Are those two of my friends who came with me? ”

At the mention of Yang Shanshan, a look of nervousness and remorse appeared on An Ran's face: "That Miss Yang is allergic to juice, and Mr. Wen accompanied her to the hospital with the ambulance." ”

"What, hospital? Called an ambulance? It's so serious! Huang Weiwei was also anxious when he heard this, and rushed downstairs directly, and called Yang Shanshan while running to his car.

I regret a little that I didn't save Wenjie's phone! At this time, Yang Shanshan may not be convenient to answer the phone.

Hey, I forgot to take the bag, Huang Weiwei turned back again, took the bag once, and then started the car.

Jia Nan's locomotive buzzed back after Huang Weiwei's Red Horse Six drove away.

He walked straight to the living room, and saw An Ran busy making dinner in the kitchen, so he came to the kitchen and opened the door: "Good job!" ”