"Girl, let's eat." Lao Mo set up a small square table. The table was old but clean.
"Here it comes!" Chi Suijie heard the meal and ran over at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
"I didn't expect there would be one more person today, so I don't have anything good to eat, so I'll just make do with it."
"It's okay, it's okay. Master makes it delicious. I like it." Chi Suijie quickly flattered him with a big mouthful of green vegetables in his mouth.
"If it tastes good, eat more. It will make you too thin." Old Mo smiled.
"Okay, Master, I will definitely study hard! I will never let you down!" Chi Suijie vowed while holding the bowl.
After the meal, Chi Suijie rushed to wash the dishes and helped Lao Mo clean out a utility room.
"Stay here tonight." Lao Mo said.
"Okay." Chi Suijie nodded.
After a simple wash, Chi Suijie was lying on the small bed, playing with his phone, when suddenly a message popped up.
Zi Han: Qiao, where are you?
"Who is this?" Chi Suijie stared at the news for a long time.
[This is the former cannon fodder’s best friend, Ye Zihan. 】
Zihan?
Chi Suijie's eyes widened, and the memory of the former cannon fodder suddenly appeared in his mind.
Ye Zihan, the daughter of Lingxuan Cosmetics Group in City A, is also Feng Xian's cousin. She has always had business dealings with the former cannon fodder family, so the two have known each other since childhood and have a very good relationship. It can be said that they are sisters who grew up wearing the same pair of pants.
The Little Wife’s Big Cannonball (Chi Suijie): Zihan, what’s wrong?
As soon as the news was sent out, a phone call came.
When Chi Suijie connected, Ye Zihan's anxious and worried voice came: "Qiujie, where are you?"
"I'm working outside." Chi Suijie said quietly.
"Qiao, don't lie to me. My cousin told me, let's come back. We really can't do this kind of thing." Ye Zihan said anxiously.
"What?" Chi Suijiao was confused.
"Be obedient, Jiezi, let's come back, okay?"
"Wait, what did I do? The villain, no, what did Feng Xian say?" Chi Suijie jumped up from the bed and asked with a frown.
"My cousin said you went to Bianbei to sell your kidney. Qiao, if your kidney is not good, we can repair it, but we can't sell it. Come back quickly and don't sell your kidney."
Selling a kidney? Bad kidneys?
Chi Suijie twitched the corners of his mouth and gritted his teeth: "Did Feng Xian really say that?"
"Yes, he said you had kidney deficiency and kept complaining about kidney pain. Last night, because of your kidney deficiency, you felt so inferior that you packed up your clothes and went to Bianbei overnight."
Chi Suijie: "..."
"Pack up and go to Bianbei? How is it possible! My sister is the king of kidneys!" Chi Suijie's silver teeth were almost broken.
"Ah?" Ye Zihan was stunned.
"Zi Han, he is confusing right and wrong. In fact, his kidneys are weak and lifeless. He tied himself to my bed at night and begged me on his knees to buy him a kidney." Chi Suijie said helplessly and gave a slight sigh. Sigh, Feng Xian, you forced me!
"Oh, what a handsome and rich man. It's a pity that he is a thin dog." Chi Suijie sighed sadly.
Ye Zihan was startled and lowered his voice and asked: "Qiaoqiao, are you telling the truth?"
"Really, if you don't believe me, take a closer look. There are marks on Feng Xian's neck and wrists. He asked his subordinates to tie them. Then he climbed into my bed in the middle of the night and begged me." Chi Suijie said nonsense in a serious tone.
"No, my cousin looks quite tall. How could it be..." Ye Zihan was shocked.
"Alas, he only looks strong on the surface, but in fact he is really weak." Chi Suijie sighed repeatedly, and then said softly: "No more chatting, no more chatting, I have to find which kidney is suitable for Feng Xian. If he doesn't find it, he will be killed later. I can’t get the remaining pork loin flowers, so he has to climb into my bed to beg me again.”
Afterwards, Chi Suiji hung up the phone.
On the other side, Feng Xian sat lazily on a black leather chair, flipping through a book, his eyes cold and cold under his silver-rimmed glasses.
Ye Zihan sat on the sofa opposite and hung up the phone. He raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Xian. His eyes were meaningful and he sighed secretly.
Cousin, he...didn't expect...
well.
