I'll do it as soon as I open my eyes. If the villain doesn't do it, I'll do it.

Chapter 135

"I suddenly feel that I don't fit in here. What do you think?" Ji Jinzhou lowered his eyes and glanced at Guan Yu.

"Brother and sister-in-law? Who are you?" Guan Yu frowned under her sunglasses, pretending to be puzzled, and moved away from Ji Jinzhou. "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

Ji Lingheng raised his eyebrows, and lightly tapped the registration form with his fingertips. He picked up the registration form jokingly, "Ji Jinzhou, Guan Yu."

"Really?" His tone rose slightly, with some doubt.

"Well, I think I went to the wrong clinic." Guan Yu turned around and was about to leave, but Ji Jinzhou put his arm around her shoulders and walked inside with a smile, "Wife, my third brother is calling us. It would be wrong not to say hello, right?"

Guan Yu tried to break free, but failed.

She leaned in and bit his ear, "Ji Jinzhou, you bitch."

Ji Jinzhou leaned closer to her with a frown on his face: "Thank you for the compliment, but don't think about running away alone."

"..."

From Ji Lingheng's perspective, the two of them were talking with their arms around each other, Guan Yu was leaning in Ji Jinzhou's arms, and they were snuggling together intimately. The two of them were laughing and whispering in each other's ears, and they seemed to be in a very good relationship.

He thought expressionlessly: Two psychopaths showing affection in the hospital.

Guan Yu calmly took off her sunglasses and mask, put down her bag, sat on the chair in front of him as if nothing had happened, and greeted him:

"How is my third sister-in-law doing lately?"

Ji Lingheng's eyebrows relaxed, "Restoring at home, I'm in good health."

Guan Yu nodded with confidence, and suddenly asked solemnly: "Do you still love me?"

Ji Lingheng paused while spinning the pen with his slender fingers. "What?"

"Is she still in love with Ji Jinzhou?"

"..."

Ji Jinzhou: I really want to live such a harsh life once.

Ji Lingheng's face suddenly darkened, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and he returned to his formulaic mode, raising his chin towards Ji Jinzhou:

"Sit down, big brother."

Ji Jinzhou sat down slowly and leaned back lazily. Guan Yu also leaned back with her arms folded and a sullen face. If you didn't know, you would think it was an interrogation scene.

"You're here to test your IQ, right?" Ji Lingheng raised his lips slightly, "You finally suspected this?"

"Ji Lingheng, you'd better get yourself tested instead of being afraid to see a doctor." Ji Jinzhou retorted.

"I haven't been troubled by this for the time being." He smiled.

"We don't have it either." Guan Yu stared at him.

"What are you doing without me?"

"I'm here to deliver results to you. Aren't you welcome?" Guan Yu looked at him with her chin up, full of confidence.

"Of course, welcome." A gust of wind came in through the blinds, making the documents on the desk whistle. Ji Lingheng found two test sheets from the pile of documents meaningfully:

"I will ask you some questions next. Please answer them. They may be simple or require some thought. You must answer them seriously. Got it?"

His eyes moved between the two of them: "Take turns to answer, who goes first?"

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Ji Lingheng said "Come in". The door opened a crack and a golden head came in from the crack.

It was a view during the Song Dynasty.

"you are?"

"Our butler." Ji Jinzhou said indifferently.

"Is there a problem?"

"I also want to test my IQ, is that okay?" Song Shiguan smiled.

"Come in." Ji Lingheng nodded in agreement, and Song Shiguan consciously moved a chair over and sat down.

"Which of you comes first?"

Guan Yu yawned and pointed at Song Shiguan, "Let him go first."

“Who is the author of Journey to the West?”

"Wu Cheng'en." Song Shiguan answered almost without hesitation.

"Okay." Ji Lingheng scribbled on the paper and asked Guan Yu without looking up, "Answer the 72 transformations of Sun Wukong in three minutes. Which 72 are they?"

Guan Yu: “…”

Feeling targeted.

"No?" Ji Lingheng raised his eyebrows and continued to sketch on the paper. He then asked Ji Jinzhou, "What's in the pole that Sha Wujing is carrying?"