He Jiezhen was so angry that Qiao Wan was so angry that she entered the wrong password twice when opening mobile banking.
Soon, Qiao Wan heard the message that the bank card was credited.
"I'm counting on you to support me in my old age in the future, but it seems I can't count on you anymore!" He Jiezhen threw her cell phone heavily on the bedside table.
"Don't count on me, because I can't even support myself." Qiao Wan deliberately angered her, "With the title of Mrs. Zhou, why do you still have to think about your future pension?"
"I know that you have always had opinions about me these years." He Jiezhen's eyes suddenly became a little gentler when she looked at Qiao Wan, "Wanwan, you are my only relative in this world. Everything I do... All for you."
"For me, you married Zhou Shihong less than three months after my father passed away? For me, you introduced me to an old man who is twelve years older than me -" Qiao Wan's eyes turned red and she couldn't continue.
"What's wrong with marrying a powerful man! At least when your mother is gone, you can live without worries about food and clothing!" He Jiezhen became more and more excited. "You are so bad at picking men. You couldn't do it before, and you can't do it now. no!"
"You, a person who has no loyalty to love, have no right to criticize me!"
"I have to say -" He Jiezhen was also angry and didn't care about Qiao Wan's feelings at all.
Qiao Wan picked up her handbag and turned around to leave.
As soon as her hand landed on the doorknob, He Jiezhen stopped her again, her tone much softer, "Mom, I hope you can find a man with good financial conditions and good character to entrust her to you for the rest of your life."
"Mrs. Zhou doesn't need to worry about my affairs." She turned her back to He Jiezhen and asked coldly, "Mrs. Zhou has been in the hospital for two days. Isn't it possible that Zhou Shihong hasn't shown up yet?"
These words pierced He Jiezhen's heart, and she was so angry that she grabbed the fruit platter on the bed and threw it to the floor.
Qiao did not return to the ward at night.
There were many people around the elevator, and she went downstairs from the stairwell.
Less than a level down, tears already filled my eyes.
If she had known this result, she would not have come here.
The same goes for calling He Jiezhen to ask for money.
After all, coming to the hospital to ask for money was just an excuse. In fact, she was worried about He Jiezhen.
She went to work at the TV station as planned early in the morning. She received a notice asking her to go to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism for a meeting. She was viciously rear-ended on the way. After dealing with it, she came to the hospital. Within ten minutes, she and He Jiezhen broke up on bad terms...
Qiao Wan sat on the marble steps, the more she thought about it, the more miserable she became.
The eye sockets felt hot and tears fell down.
Crying can only vent your emotions and cannot solve any problems.
She bit hard on the back of her hand. The pain made her quickly calm down and start thinking about her current predicament.
This dilemma comes from Song Jing and Ye Sheng.
She had no ability to confront any of them head-on, and had no choice but to proceed with caution.
Of course, the top priority is to firmly grasp Song Jinnan.
Ever since they had their first skin-to-skin kiss, Song Jinnan, apart from his deliberate neglect in the past two days, was open to all her flirtations.
She prefers Song Jinnan between the sheets.
Because only at that time, Song Jinnan's passion for her was vivid and vivid, which was a man's most primitive desire for a woman.
There were a few moments when she actually had the illusion that Song Jinnan was not hers.
Feelings come out of nowhere, so if you can't get along, just sleep!
She cheered up and dialed Song Jinnan's number.
To her surprise, Song Jinnan answered immediately and asked casually: "Is something wrong?"
"Pay back the money." She said and immediately regretted it.
Just transfer it directly to the bank card. It is normal operation to make a phone call after the transfer. She was too anxious and did it the other way around.
Song Jinnan said lightly "Yeah".
Qiao Wan didn't like the sudden silence, so she ran out of words to find something to say, "An hour ago, I was rear-ended by a van on Xiangyang Road."
He said "Oh" nonchalantly again, chatting to death again.
"Why didn't you ask me if I was injured?" Qiao Wan scolded.
Song Jinnan chuckled, "If you are injured, you won't be in the mood to call me."
"You're smart." Qiao Wan had no choice but to bring up another topic, "I'm not going to work this afternoon. Can I go back to Jiuheyuan in advance?"
"You obviously have access cards and house passwords, but you ask such a low-level question again. Do you want to tell me that I can go back to sleep with you later?"
Song Jinnan said the last sentence with a smile.
Hearing this, Qiao Wan blushed.
However, Song Jinnan still asked humbly: "Is that so, huh?"
"Yes." She covered her hot cheeks, "I'll go back to Jiuheyuan immediately and see if you can come."
"Of course I want to go." After Song Jinnan said that, there was the sound of the seat rubbing against the floor.
Qiao Wan's thoughts were a little confused, but when she came to her senses, Song Jinnan had already hung up the phone.
This time on the phone, she clearly felt that there was something different between the two of them.
Before this, the two of them had been calling each other "Mr. Song" and "Anchor Qiao", but just now they used "you" and "me".
For Qiao Wan, this phone call changed more than just the name.
It seems, as if, a little closer!
Thinking that she had successfully made an appointment with Song Jinnan, she was so excited that she wiped away the remaining tears on her face and quickly went downstairs.
On the way back to Jiuheyuan by car, she transferred 70,000 yuan to Song Jinnan.
In fact, she knew that Song Jinnan didn't care whether she paid back the money.
She just wanted to prove that she wasn't obsessed with money.
I knocked a few times before opening the security door, and then pressed the doorbell, but there was no movement in the room.
She had to use the password to unlock the door.
With Song Jinnan away, she had the opportunity to look at the entire room carefully.
The living room is transparent from north to south and has good lighting.
The smallest of the three bedrooms is more than 40 square meters. The study room with three sides of bookcases is fully stocked with office supplies and has a beautiful balcony.
The open kitchen and dining room are connected, the cloakroom is integrated into one, and both bathrooms have large bathtubs.
She calculated that the whole house was not only 300 square meters, but also 290 square meters.
Thinking that Song Jinnan would be back soon, Qiao Wan took a set of pajamas and took a shower first.
But two hours later, she didn't wait for Song Jinnan.
Tried sending a WeChat message, but still no response.
After waiting for another twenty minutes, she couldn't hold back anymore and dialed Song Jinnan's number.
Soon, a young man's voice came to her ears: "Anchor Qiao, I am Mr. Song's assistant Ji Tian."
She subconsciously covered her lower lip and hurriedly explained: "Sorry, I called the wrong number."
"The old man's situation is not optimistic. Mr. Song will accompany the old man into the hyperbaric oxygen chamber to inhale oxygen. I will keep the phone for the time being. When Mr. Song comes out, I will tell you."
Ji Tian was very polite and his attitude was very comfortable, which was completely different from Jiang Weishu.
"Then I'll trouble Assistant Ji."
Qiao Wan stopped being pretentious.
No wonder Song Jinnan has been running to the hospital these days. Mr. Song is hospitalized.
Qiao Wan was not interested, so she lay half on the sofa and fell asleep while scrolling through short videos on her phone.
When Song Jinnan's call woke her up, she looked at the time, it was 11:30 p.m.
