How can the president be fierce

Chapter 230 You Tell Him I'm Injured? (three more)

Liang Zui threw the things he brought to him, and glanced into the room: "Where's Alisa?"

"I fell asleep, I don't know why I was so sleepy, I fell asleep once in the hospital today, I fell asleep once when I came back to mop the floor, and I fell asleep again when I just ate."

As he spoke, he walked close to his back, accidentally stepped on him, and took a few steps back in a panic.

Liangzui turned around and glared at him: "How many times have I told you? I'm not interested in men! Don't covet my masculinity anymore!"

Chen Guang bowed his head aggrievedly: "Oh..."

Turning around, I went to make a cup of tea for him. The tea was the most common tea. Fortunately, Liang Zui was never picky about food, clothing, housing and transportation, so he took a sip after taking it.

His eyes fell on a bag with the word hospital printed on the table: "Whose medicine is that?"

Chen Guang took the medicine for him: "Momo doesn't feel well, I accompanied her to the hospital today, but somehow her rib was injured, the doctor brought... medicine..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, until it was barely enough for himself to hear.

Because he found that Liang Zui's face had unknowingly become extremely eerie.

Liang Zui suddenly took the coat and got up: "You take care of her, I have something to take care of."

Before Chen Guang responded, his figure had already disappeared in the living room.

……

When Qing Xiaomo woke up, it was just after 6 o'clock, and Chen Guang bought soy milk fritters.

She washed up and sat down at the dining table: "I'll go to Tang Yun's later to ask when the manuscript fee for "The First Wasted Queen" will arrive. I estimate that we need to gather at least 200 million for the car that was repaired in the new year."

Chen Guang's face collapsed upon hearing this.

200 million, I'm afraid he won't be able to make that much money in his life...

"How much is your manuscript fee?"

"I don't know, this script was originally under Tang Yun's name, and she didn't say how much she would give me, so let's count as much as you give."

Tang Yun has been friends with her for so many years, so she shouldn't give too little.

While eating, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an extra bag on the table next to him: "Then what?"

"I was drunk last night, and you fell asleep, but he didn't wake you up."

"Oh."

"He was very strange last night. I said that your ribs were injured, and his face suddenly became ugly, and then he left."

Qing Xiaomo was about to drink soy milk, when she heard this, she suddenly raised her head: "You told him that I was injured?"

Chen Guang blinked: "He asked about the medicine, so I just said something..."

"..."

……

Sister Yun didn't expect that in the three years since she entered the prison, the first person to visit her was her inmate.

Really ironic.

Her voice came through the thick glass, and it seemed a little vague: "I knew you were not an ordinary person. I expected it when they took you away that day."

Qing Xiaomo bit her lip, unconsciously clenched her ten fingers hanging on her legs: "I want to ask... are you all okay?"

Sister Yun's expression became very subtle in an instant: "We are not allowed to mention this to anyone, otherwise all the performances we have striven for this year will be cleared. In the end, it was she who failed you first, and you have nothing to feel guilty about. "

Qing Xiaomo closed her eyes and suddenly felt extremely powerless.

Those human lives one by one, like heavy mountains, were forcibly dropped on her shoulders by the cold drunk, and she could hardly breathe under the weight.

Coming out of the prison, the bright sun can be seen looking up, but the body is so cold that there is no temperature at all.

(End of this chapter)