Jian Changqing took a serious lesson about learning as life.

After the dry mouth of the life mentor, he thoughtfully offered her a glass of warm water.

"That's why men can't get used to it. The more you get used to it, the more trouble he will get." Xue Jing patted the back of Jian Changqing's hand meaningfully.

After four or ten minutes of practice, Jian Changqing was already very calm, nodding in front of her father-in-law Fu Jincheng.

"Are you done talking? Do you want some fruit?" Fu Jincheng brought the peeled and cut apples to Xue Jing.

The apple has shrunk a lot, an apple the size of a fist, only a pitiful two or three pieces are in the bowl.

It was also the first time for Fu Jincheng to peel an apple, and there was a lot of flesh attached to the peeled skin.

Xue Jing looked at the apples in the bowl. She had just eaten breakfast and hadn't digested it yet. She wasn't hungry at all.

"Bring me a fork." Xue Jing said.

Fu Jincheng immediately took it over, forked the apple himself, and sent it over.

With yesterday's precedent, I will get used to it later, and I will not be so embarrassed.

Fu Jincheng was also very happy. He couldn't replace her when she was sick, but he was very satisfied if he could do something for his wife.

"Do you want to eat fruit?" Xue Jing didn't forget her.

"No need, Nian Chen said to bring me a small cake on the way back." Jian Changqing looked forward to the cake more than the apple.

"You young people like to eat sweets." Xue Jing didn't force it.

This time she got sick and realized the fact that life is so short, bound by rules and regulations, she can't do this or that, and she still has to be happy.

Just then, the door was knocked.

Jian Changqing looked at the time with doubts on his face. Although Nian Chen left early, he didn't come back so soon.

When she walked to the door, her expression changed the moment she saw the person coming.

"What are you doing here?"

Fu Zhizhu smiled, and said as a matter of course: "After all, it's a relative. It's such a big deal to be sick. How can I come to see it?" "Fu Zhizhu, you are not welcome here. Don't make trouble, let's go " Jian Changqing lowered his voice to warn.

"Changqing, who is it?"

Xue Jing yelled in the ward.

Jian Changqing was so distracted, but Fu Zhizhu found the right time and entered the ward.

Both Xue Jing and Fu Jincheng saw him, and their expressions were equally bad.

Fu Zhizhuo has done so many things, all for them. His reason for coming is not good.

"Fu Zhizhu, I've already stepped back, so you don't need to worry about me anymore." Fu Jincheng took Xue Jing's hand and stood in front of her.

"Look at everyone's nervous looks. I'm not here to do bad things. I'm just looking at the patients." Fu Zhizhu said with a smile, "After all, it's a relationship with relatives. You are unfeeling, but I can't."

"Now you've seen it too, please go back." Jian Changqing stood in front of Fu Zhizhu with a thankful tone.

It was difficult for Fu Zhizhu to take the first step, but he didn't mind either.

"Okay, I'll go now, I'll go see another patient." Fu Zhizhu turned around.

Jian Changqing's complexion became even worse, her heart was raised, and she hurriedly followed Fu Zhizhu, fearing that he would hurt Ju Zi.

"There are still patients? Who are they?"

Xue Jing, who was blocked by Fu Jincheng, knew that there was something tricky in it as soon as she heard it. How could Fu Zhizhu be so kind, there must be bad tricks waiting for them.

"We don't need to worry about his affairs." Fu Jincheng had a bad heart. It must be that Fu Zhizhu knew the inside story and deliberately came here to provoke trouble!

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