Ji Fengting's eyes were even darker, his face was tepid, and he took the vacuum cleaner on the side and hurriedly sucked up the ashes in the ground.

"You should have knocked on the door first"

When everything was sorted out, Ji Fengting walked in front of the dry wine and said lightly.

"No, the name is Guan Tian, aren't you a doctor, Ling Xiaoyuan has a fever again, I suspect it is the boss's doing, but, I have no evidence."

When Kujiu said the second half of the sentence, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and his expression was "you know"

Ji Fengting was expressionless, walked straight past the dry wine, and did not answer the question of the waste of the dry wine.

The dry wine was behind Ji Fengting, and he took two quick steps before walking side by side with Ji Fengting.

"Doctor Ji, what were you doing just now? The mysterious one, is it reading S love magazine? ”

Ji Fengting stopped, his eyes were full of unhappiness, and Ji Fengting said coldly

"First of all, this is my private matter, and secondly, don't think that everyone is like you, then society will fall into a vulgar canyon and collapse."

Dry wine waved his hand, as if he was tired, "Okay, okay, I know, I'll pay Dr. Ji you compensation, okay?" ”

"Forget it, I can't stand it."

"Wait, I'll go first."

Ji Fengting's speech was very fast, and it was obvious that he was still haunted by what had just happened.

He walked into the elevator, and his white fingers tapped on the floor where Ling Xiaoyuan was.

Ji Fengting's godless pupils watched the elevator door slowly close, and in his dim and godless pupils, he was not interested in seeing anything.

Ji Fengting knocked on the door twice, and pushed the door open directly, Jiang Fuxuan was writing code, how could this scene have a sense of déjà vu.

Jiang Fuxuan just glanced at him, and then continued to type out the code.

"I think I can send dry wine to cure his brain, and his brain is full of scrap."

Ji Fengting took out the thermometer and chatted with Jiang Fuxuan while helping Ling Xiaoyuan measure his temperature.

"Huh, huh?"

Jiang Fuxuan just replied extremely perfunctorily.

"Next week, it's my aunt's birthday, you..."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Jiang Fuxuan paused and snorted coldly

"I'm not Jiang Lingchen, you notified the wrong person."

Jiang Fuxuan didn't have the patience to listen to Ji Fengting's words, so he interrupted directly, his tone was very decisive and ruthless, and he refused directly, without even turning his brain.

Facing his mother's birthday, Jiang Fuxuan didn't care at all.

"Are you still haunted by what happened before? It's been all these years, and we're not kids anymore."

Ji Fengting looked at the temperature on the thermostat, "Thirty-eight degrees five"

"Indeed, we are not children anymore, Jingcheng, who doesn't know that I am a Jane will be revenged?"

"I can tolerate the Jiang family, the Jingcheng family has a great career, let them still shine, they should be grateful to Dade."

Jiang Fuxuan's words were cold without half a minute of temperature, and hatred unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

"If you don't go, the media will definitely scribble, to you, to your aunt, and even to the Andovili family in Dulang City."

"Ji Fengting, I'm curious, we've known each other for so long, it's so difficult that you don't know my temper?" Jiang Fuxuan asked rhetorically.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get an invitation soon."

Jiang Fuxuan did not answer Ji Fengting's words, but continued to write code with suppressed anger.

Subsequently, a nurse came in to deliver fever-reducing injections, and Ji Fengting helped Ling Xiaoyuan get fever-reducing injections.

Only then did he notice that there were many apple pieces in the trash can, and Ji Fengting pushed the glasses on the wing of his nose.

Then he sat on the chair next to him, waiting quietly, Ji Fengting looked at Ling Xiaoyuan, who was asleep.