When Zhuli opened her eyes again, the first thing that appeared in her pupils was the white ceiling.
She wrinkled her nose slightly and smelled the smell of disinfectant.
He put his elbows on the edge of the bed and tried to sit up, but he felt a tingling sensation on the back of his hands.
"Mom, I'm sorry. Youyou didn't know that mother was sick." There was a little person lying beside the bed, biting his lip and apologizing.
Zhuli glanced over his head and lay back down again, feeling weak.
So this is a hospital?
She lay down again and moved her eyes to the IV bottle hanging: "Youyou, it has nothing to do with you. It's because mom didn't know she was sick."
She raised her hand and gently rubbed Jing Youyou's head, and spoke softly.
Jing Youyou's face was full of guilt and she lowered her head and dared not speak.
Zhuli looked around and there seemed to be no one else in the ward except Jing Youyou.
Who is she expecting, Jing Huaizhi?
Looking at the drip being applied, Zhuli fumbled for her phone, took a photo and sent it to Moments.
I won’t stay up late next time.
A few minutes later, the ward door was pushed open.
Jing Huaizhi walked in with his long legs, and his eyes briefly stopped at Zhuli.
Then he sat on the sofa by the door.
"Youyou go home." After a few seconds of silence, Jing Huaizhi pursed his thin lips tightly and showed no expression.
Jing Youyou looked back at Jing Huaizhi and then turned to look at Zhuli.
"Dad, let's wait for mom to go back together. Mom is so sick. It's so pitiful." Her mouth pouted, and her big eyes were filled with tears.
Zhuli's eyes flashed, and she patted Jing Youyou's back gently with her palm, comforting: "It's okay Youyou, you go back first."
After saying that, he respectfully said to the man on the sofa: "Mr. Jing, take your daughter home."
Mr. Jing? Your daughter?
Jing Huaizhi glanced at her with disdain on his lips: "Parent, who are you?"
Zhuli rolled her eyes countless times in her heart. Did she just turn her back on him after taking advantage of him?
She turned over, leaving only his back without answering.
Jing Youyou quickly hugged Jing Huai's thigh and shook her desperately: "Dad, mom is already very pitiful. Let's take her home with us."
"Okay, Dad."
Jing Huaizhi narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the person on the hospital bed: "Then you have to ask your mother if she wants to go home with us."
Zhuli's heart skipped a beat, could she say she didn't want to?
"Mom..." Jing Youyou was like a messenger, coaxing her back and forth so tiredly that her forehead was sweating.
Before she could finish speaking, Zhuli sat up and curled her fingers: "Don't bother Mr. Jing, please take Youyou home quickly."
Avoiding Jing Youyou's innocent eyes.
Jing Huaizhi was interested. Could he be doing something shameful in being so eager to drive him away?
He tapped the side of the sofa with his fingers and said with a smile: "No trouble, since Youyou has said it, it's okay to give me a ride."
"Does Miss Zhu have an appointment?"
Jing Huaizhi crossed his legs and swung one leg.
Zhuli shut up. She knew Jing Huaizhi, and the more she rejected him, the more interested she became.
The black Bentley drove at a constant speed on the road.
The two people in the back seat of the car had their own secrets and said nothing.
After a long time, Zhuli chose to break the silence: "Mr. Jing, just put me down in front."
"I want to go have dinner." She rubbed her belly, looking hungry.
Jing Youyou took Jing Huaizhi's arm and leaned against his ear: "Dad, Youyou is hungry too."
Jing Huaizhi clasped Jing Youyou's shoulder with his left arm and said to the driver: "Stop ahead."
Zhuli's eyes were full of anticipation, and she couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car as soon as it stopped.
Running in the opposite direction of the snack street, suddenly Jing Youyou's voice came from behind: "Mom, where are you going?"
She stopped and stood awkwardly motionless.
Jing Youyou held her hand, her face flushed: "Mom, didn't you say you wanted to eat? Are you lying to Youyou?"
Zhuli turned around slowly, a smile forming on her lips: "How could that be?"
She led Jing Youyou towards the snack street. When she passed by Jing Huaizhi, she quietly checked his expression.
It's not too bad, you shouldn't be angry, right?
Zhuli led Jing Youyou in front, and Jing Huaizhi followed behind with a calm expression.
She found a random stall and sat down, her mind not on ordering at all.
He rolled his eyes, trying to find an excuse to get rid of these two people.
So much so that when she looked at the ramen in the bowl, she had no appetite at all. She just took a few bites and then said she was full.
It's not like I was hungry at all like I just said.
After Jing Huaizhi settled the bill, he picked up the coat that was placed between the chairs. When he raised his head again, he happened to look into Qiao Jue's eyes.
"Mr. Jing." He said, then immediately looked at Zhuli.
"What a coincidence. I saw in your circle of friends that you are sick. Are you feeling better?" Qiao Jue stared at her and asked pretending to be casual.
The corners of Zhuli's mouth raised slightly and her eyebrows moved slightly: "Thank you, Manager Qiao, for your concern. It won't affect your work if everything is fine."
Jing Huaizhi gently pulled the corners of his mouth and clenched his jaw tightly.
His eyes drifted to Jing Youyou beside him.
Jing Youyou immediately understood what he meant, raised her little face and asked curiously: "Mom, who is this uncle?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Qiao Jue showed a surprised expression, but even Zhu Li's mind went blank.
She just wanted to dig a crack in the ground and crawl in.
The corners of Jing Huaizhi's mouth raised slightly, showing an expression of satisfaction.
"Cough cough cough." Zhuli covered her mouth and coughed several times.
Seeing this, Qiao Jue took out a few tissues to wipe the corners of her mouth.
How dare she accept it in front of Jing Huaizhi? Doesn't this solidify their relationship?
No, the relationship between her and Manager Qiao is very innocent!
Zhuli reached out and took out a tissue from the tissue box, "Thank you, Manager Qiao, I have it."
"I'll take you back on the way." Qiao Jue retracted his hand awkwardly, emphasizing his laziness.
It fell to Jing Huai's ears that the relationship between the two was unusual and had some kind of connection.
"No, no, no need." Sweat broke out on both sides of her temples, and she waved her hand.
The two of them were completely ignoring the existence of other people.
When he turned to look at Jing Huai, he had already left with Jing Youyou.
What a shame!
Zhuli was so angry that she stamped her feet, her face full of helplessness.
"You like Mr. Jing, right?" Qiao Jue dared to ask after Jing Huaizhi's back disappeared from the crowd.
She lowered her head and suddenly became shy.
"How, how could..."
Qiao Jue's expression suddenly changed, but only for a moment.
If he is Ren Xingyan's love disaster, then Zhuli is his love disaster.
"Manager Qiao, don't talk nonsense. I am not worthy of someone as good as Mr. Jing."
Zhuli scratched her head and tried to hide her feelings.
How come everyone can see that she likes Jing Huaizhi? Is she really who everyone says?
Impossible. When she was with Guan Zheng, she only thought about how to please him and what to do to make him happy every day.
But when facing Jing Huai, she always became very angry and even liked to lie to him.
