Through the book Nine Zero, the boss's cannon fodder ex-wife awakened

Chapter 256

A week later, Ji Wenchang sent the bracelet, which was packed in an exquisite box, and the rest of the red jade material was also brought over.

Jiang Hanyan put on the bracelet, the size was just right, not too big or too small, the blood red bracelet matched her snow-like skin, it was extraordinarily beautiful and delicate, she stretched out her hand and shook it a few times, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

"Thank you!"

Jiang Hanyan didn't mention the processing fee, and she knew that Ji Wenchang wouldn't ask for it.

"As long as you like it, Doudou hasn't finished school yet?"

Ji Wenchang smiled faintly, and looked around. As soon as he entered the room, he was looking for Doudou, but he didn't see anyone.

"It's only three o'clock, and school is not over."

Jiang Hanyan reminded him to check the time, the class in the afternoon is not important, she asked Tian Xinxin to order it, and went home early to sleep, Lu Chen didn't come back, she was alone at home.

"Senior, did you skip class too?" Jiang Hanyan asked jokingly.

"I'm not in good health, and the teacher takes good care of me." Ji Wenchang smiled.

But recently he feels a lot better, climbing six or seven floors is no longer a problem, and he should be fine in class, but he still doesn't want to go to class, he understands what the teacher said, there is no need to waste time sitting in the classroom.

Jiang Hanyan glanced at his pale face, it was much better than when he first saw him, there was a little more blush, it should be the effect of tea.

"In the future, if I have a chance, I want to go to see the haunted house with my seniors. I missed it last time."

"That haunted house is nothing to look at. It fools ordinary people. If you really want to see a haunted house, I can take you there." Ji Wenchang told the truth.

The haunted house he took the association people to was actually arranged by himself, and a few small phantom formations could scare the shit out of ordinary people, and he didn't dare to go to the real haunted house.

His body is extremely weak, even a little evil spirit can't bear it, how could he go to the haunted house to seek death?
"Okay, I'll meet you later when I have a chance." Jiang Hanyan agreed.

"Anytime, just tell me when you want to go."

Ji Wenchang smiled, got up and said goodbye.

Jiang Hanyan sent him to the door, and just as he closed the door, the phone rang.

Picking up the phone, it was Father Jiang's loud voice that rang out. Jiang Hanyan couldn't help frowning. After arriving in Shanghai, she had forgotten about this family and that she was a time traveler. This call reminded her again.

"Zhaodi..."

"My name is Jiang Hanyan, not Zhaodi!" Jiang Hanyan interrupted in a cold voice, the most annoying thing is this name, calling your ancestors!
"Hanyan, your mother is sick. The hospitals here in Fucheng are not up to standard. The more you treat her, the more serious it will become. Why don't you go to your place for treatment?" Jiang's father said anxiously.

"What disease?"

"The doctor couldn't find out. They checked from head to toe. They spent a lot of money. They couldn't find out what's wrong. They couldn't eat, and they kept shaking. It was cold and hot. It was useless to hang salt water every day, and the earth prescriptions were also eaten. No, eggs are useless..."

Jiang's father complained nonchalantly, scolding the doctor for being a quack, scolding the hospital for being too cruel to charge so much money, scolding Jiang's mother for being useless, and not being able to cure a sickness.

"How are you doing now?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"I can't even drink the porridge. Your mother is going to tell the funeral. I thought I'd better bring it here for you to see."

"Let's hire a car and come here. I'll pay for it."

Father Jiang originally wanted to refuse, but when he heard that he didn't need to pay for it himself, he agreed very happily, "Sure, we'll come over tomorrow, Hanyan, how are you doing in Shanghai?"

"Generally, everything in a big city is expensive, and an onion costs a lot of money. Come here first."

Jiang Hanyan complained for a while, but he couldn't let Jiang's father know that he was doing well, so he had to cry poorly.

But Mother Jiang's illness is really weird, it sounds like typhoid fever, but Fucheng Hospital can't fail to detect typhoid fever, so wait until you see someone.

When Chase Lu came back at night, she said this.

"Let someone come over." Lu Chen also had the same opinion. Although Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were not conscientious parents, after all, they gave birth to the original Jiang Hanyan, and he had to take care of his emotions and reason.

In the afternoon of the next day, Jiang Hanyan skipped class again. Jiang's father chartered a van. It was the first time he came to a bustling big city. Jiang's father hated that he only had two eyeballs, which were not enough. There are so many beautiful women on the street. , well-dressed, even more beautifully dressed, even the aunt is very fashionable, seeing his heart pounding, I really want to stay here and not go back to the poor county town of Fucheng.

Mother Jiang lay weakly, her complexion was sallow, her eyes were dull, and she was half-dead even after coughing a few times.

"Zhao Di seems to have made a lot of money, and she lives in such a nice place. Hmph, she lied to me on the phone and said it's not good."

After arriving in the community, Jiang's father couldn't take his eyes off. The high-rise buildings were like those on TV, and the community was surrounded by bustling streets. Even if he was a country bumpkin, he knew that the houses here were not cheap.

His daughter is so rich, why does he still have to kill pigs from dawn to dusk?
Definitely want to stay in the big city to enjoy the happiness.

"Zhaodi..."

Jiang's father saw Jiang Hanyan from a distance, and he yelled excitedly, but he reacted quickly, and immediately changed his words: "Hanyan, my memory is getting worse and worse. Can't do it anymore."

"I see that your body is quite strong, and you will have no problem working for another 30 years."

Jiang Hanyan said coldly, as soon as Jiang's father pouted her butt, she knew what to fart. It must be because her house is in a good location and she wants to stay and enjoy the happiness.

It's a beautiful idea!

Jiang's father laughed a few times, and rolled his eyes. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the big city was really good. He must stay and not go back to Fucheng.

Lu Chen rented a wheelchair, supported Jiang's mother on the wheelchair, and carried her upstairs.

"Xiaojiang, when will you pay this month's rent? It's two months in arrears, if you don't pay it, you can move out. My house is not for charity."

Aunt Wang came over, with a serious stepmother face, very fierce.

"Auntie, I just saved some money, and I was supposed to pay the rent, but my mother is sick, can I postpone it for another month? I will definitely pay it next month." Jiang Hanyan smiled and said good things, humbly and extremely humble.

"Your mother is sick? Is it true? Last month you said that your father was terminally ill. Why is your family suffering so much?" Aunt Wang rolled her eyes and snorted disdainfully.

Father Jiang's face suddenly darkened, and he said angrily: "Zhaodi, why are you talking nonsense, when did I get terminally ill? No wonder I felt uncomfortable all over last month, I dare say you cursed me!"

"Aren't you taking medicine every day? If you don't take it for a day, you will die? What is it if it's not a terminal illness? I'm busy, don't make trouble!"

Jiang Hanyan rolled her eyes angrily, and spoke kind words to Aunt Wang again. Yesterday she knew that Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were coming, so she made friends with Wang. Father and Jiang's mother must deeply feel that she lived in Shanghai. How difficult it is.

"You are Xiaojiang's father? It just so happens that you paid the rent for your daughter, and you are two months in arrears, five hundred and fifty a month, a total of one thousand and one!"

Aunt Wang stretched out her hand, her face full of philistines.

(End of this chapter)