Ah Cheng slowed down for a long time before repeating his question in a dumb voice: "How much do you want?" ”

"You lend me two million first, and then I will find Bao Qiudong later...... I'll pay you back later! ”

Ah Cheng said hello and hung up the phone.

He was lying on the bed, his head was no longer so painful, the fever had subsided, and his stomach was not as uncomfortable as it was last night because he had been fed porridge.

I only received Jiang Xiaoyan's favor last night, and I was taken care of by her for one night, Ah Cheng has always been grateful for her kindness, logged in to his bank account, and transferred two million to her without hesitation.

He got out of bed and went to pour water to drink.

When he reached the living room, he suddenly paused.

He remembered very well that he had been lying on the floor of the living room on the first floor last night.

But I woke up in bed!

Where did Jiang Xiaoyan get so much strength to carry him, a sturdy man of one meter and eighty-five, to the bedroom on the second floor?!

He looks thin, but in fact, his whole body is full of strong muscles, and his bone density is larger than that of ordinary people, and he weighs as much as 16o pounds!

It's hard for a man to hold him, let alone a woman!

Could it be that Jiang Xiaoyan dragged him to the second floor?

Ah Cheng shook his head, he burned so badly last night that he really couldn't remember clearly.

But apart from Jiang Xiaoyan, who would come to take care of him in the middle of the night?

It can't be that he is alive and hell, Nie Zibing crawled out of the morgue and fed him porridge and medicine, right?

She's not so kind.

Ah Cheng drank water, drove out, and went to see Nie Zixun.

Nie Zixun is in a worse state than him, he only knows how to cry, he is afraid that no one will know that he will die at home.

He bought the porridge, carried it upstairs, pushed open the door that Nie Zixun didn't bother to close at all, put the porridge on the dining table, looked around, and found Nie Zixun lying on the bed with a quilt on his body.

This could never be Nie Zixun's own quilt that climbed into bed and covered himself!

He wanted to commit suicide by jumping from the window, and he didn't want to go to bed at all!

Who carried him to bed?

Nie Zixun was treated the same as him!

No, it's not the same.

Nie Zixun was also covered with a quilt, but he didn't have it.

Who is it?!

Ah Cheng's heart beat violently, and he shook Nie Zixun violently: "Wake up!" I think Nie Zibing may not be dead! Did she come to see you last night? ”

Nie Zixun opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Are you serious? You must not lie to me! ”

"I also had someone to take care of me last night, I thought it was Jiang Xiaoyan, but she didn't have that much effort to carry me from the first floor to the second floor! Who carried you to bed? ”

Nie Zixun looked at the bed, his eyes were blank: "I don't have an impression, it seems that no one has been here at home." ”

"Impossible! I just saw that your quilt is tightly covered, you will never be able to cover the quilt so well! ”

Nie Zixun grabbed Ah Cheng's hand and staggered out of bed: "Is it really my sister?" But her corpse ......"

"Let's go to the hospital! Check it out! ”

As soon as two men with unshaven beards and red eyes reached the door, they were stopped by a girl with a pink head.

She was dressed in a torn suit, chewing gum, carrying soy milk fritters, and her tone was old-fashioned: "Where are you going?" Why? Skipping a meal? ”

Ah Cheng frowned: "Who are you?" ”

Nie Zixun stared at her deadly: "I seem to have seen you!" ”

Lulu continued to chew gum, "I haven't seen you. ”

Nie Zixun grabbed her head: "Don't think that I don't know you if you dye your hair pink!" You drove into me and turned to ashes, and I know you! ”