Ling Xiaoyuan listened to Jiang Fuxuan's words silently, in his heart, he was so unwilling, was he a vase that saw things and thought about people?

Jiang Fuxuan, who has always been thoughtful, his heart is like the flowing water underneath the sea, and for the first time in so many years, she has heard his true views clearly.

"You are resting in the hospital, the company still has something, you are discharged, I will come to pick you up."

Jiang Fu Xuan's voice was cold and ruthless, he didn't plan to waste more time on Ling Xiaoyuan.

When he finished saying this, Jiang Fuxuan's slender fingers were already attached to the doorknob.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Ling Xiaoyuan was not noisy or noisy, and gently told him who was about to leave, this abnormal behavior caused Jiang Fuxuan to look back.

Jiang Fuxuan's eyes were solemn and puzzled, staring at Ling Xiaoyuan, usually Ling Xiaoyuan drank water and burned his tongue, and asked him to accompany him into the hospital.

If you watch a horror movie and have nightmares, you have to drag him to see a psychiatrist.

How contrived, how contrived, how squeamish, how squeamish.

Now, Jiang Fuxuan wants to leave her alone in the hospital, Ling Xiaoyuan is not noisy, and he also warmly advises.

Jiang Fuxuan's eyes were only complicated, and he glanced at Ling Xiaoyuan.

"So abnormal? It's going to be a moth again. ”

A question flashed in Jiang Fuxuan's heart, and this question made Ling Xiaoyuan listen to it all.

Ling Xiaoyuan: "......, isn't it, it's wrong for me to be well-behaved?"

Jiang Fuxuan, a bastard, has a seven-trick heart, right?

It's okay to be a fox in the next life, so suspicious.

"Hmm"

With a faint response, Jiang Fuxuan turned around and left, and the assistant in a black suit next to him helped Jiang Fuxuan close the door of the ward.

The room fell into silence, and Ling Xiaoyuan was left alone, Ling Xiaoyuan suddenly felt sullen in his heart, the corners of his mouth had already bent down, and the corners of his eyes were still bent quietly.

Ling Xiaoyuan took a box of paper, climbed onto the hospital bed, and was ready to cry.

But

This action has been maintained for a long time, but not a single tear has fallen, and the dry tissue in his hand has not been used yet.

No matter how Ling Xiaoyuan squeezed his tears, he couldn't squeeze them out, and the sad atmosphere suddenly became a little embarrassing.

"I'll go, what is this, even tears bully me, I'm really possessed."

Since he couldn't cry, it proved that Yin God would not let himself be decadent, Ling Xiaoyuan threw away the paper in his hand and jumped down from the hospital bed.

Ling Xiaoyuan sat down at the desk, picked up a piece of paper casually, and a pencil, and capitalized one or two on it.

Because of Jiang Fuxuan's identity, Ling Xiaoyuan was sent to the VVIP room as soon as he had an accident, the room facilities were perfect, and the decoration was like a resort hotel.

The most basic pen and paper are still available, Ling Xiaoyuan is sitting in an uncle's posture, extremely presumptuous, very bold, how can he pretend to be in the past.

Ling Xiaoyuan began to plan for himself, since that scheming tea named Shen Nanzhu would come back.

She thinks that now she and Jiang Fuxuan are just a layer of window paper, and the relationship is almost broken.

All kinds of signs are yin, Ling Xiaoyuan's job is not guaranteed, this is not a long-term job, let alone an iron rice bowl, he will always be kicked by Jiang Fu Xuan one day.

Instead of dressing in tatters and carrying tattered copper and iron to ask for food.

It's better to plan ahead and get a sky-high breakup fee.

As the saying goes, rich people spend all day drinking, and people who don't have money are like farting.

As the saying goes, if you have money, you are an uncle, and if you don't have money, you are a grandson.

Taking advantage of Jiang Fuxuan's connections, he squeezed into the upper class society, made friends with powerful people, and if he could, he might be able to change his family and go to the pinnacle of life.

"Hey, hey, when the time comes, the old lady will make you unclimbable, so you will hold your scheming tea and cry!"

Ling Xiaoyuan's face was "distorted" several times.

The paper in his hand was frantically torn apart, and one by one fell to the ground.