Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Xue Baoyi was about to leave, Jiang Zhi stopped him: "Baoyi, find some bodyguards over here."

"……Oh."

Xue Baoyi was a little taken aback, Jiang Zhi rarely called his name so seriously. He quickly made a call and got some people from the wild road.

Jiang Zhi thanked him.

Xue Baoyi felt that he was abnormal, and after looking at each other with Qiao Nanchu, he took Fang Ideal home.

Fang Ideal didn't want to go back: "I haven't seen Xu Fang yet."

"We'll come back tomorrow." He bit his ears with his wife in a low voice, "Do you want to cry if you don't see Jiang Zhi?" That dazzling look.

Fang Ideal glanced back, Jiang Zhi's eyes were like rain. But it can also be understood that Zhou Xufang was Jiang Zhi's life. There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death. Jiang Zhi is also afraid of death, afraid of losing his life.

Fang Ideal touched his round belly and asked Xue Baoyi: "If I enter the operating room, will you cry?"

Xue Baoyi thought for a while: "Yes, the kind of howling and crying."

Fang Ideal is not convinced.

Later, Fang Ideal gave birth. The doctor said that he couldn't come down, so he had to have a caesarean section. There was too much blood during the caesarean section. The doctor said that he needed a blood transfusion, and Xue Baoyi was crying outside the delivery room...

These are all things to follow.

After the operation, Zhou Xufang was pushed to the VIP ward, and his family members only left Jiang Zhi.

Vice-Yuan Sun did not dare to enter, and at the door: "Do you want to change clothes first?"

Jiang Zhi sat next to the bed and did not respond.

"Your blood, if Miss Zhou Zhou wakes up--"

Before Sun Deputy Hospital finished speaking, Jiang Zhi got up, and when he left the ward, he threw a sentence: "Old rules."

Old rules, confidentiality must be done well.

Vice- Yuan Sun understood: "Don't worry."

Jiang Zhi went to change his hospital gown and came over and closed the door. He was the only one in the ward. His feet were a bit swaying. His legs are still soft now. There are no outsiders, and there is no need to pretend. His eyes are wet.

He lay on the bed: "Fang Bao."

"Wake up quickly."

"Please, huh?"

I beg you.

Did you hear it? The voice cried.

Jiang Zhi never felt that he was a cartilage, but at this moment, he felt that he was incompetent and useless, and could not live without Zhou Xufang.

Damn it.

Ten minutes ago, Lin Dongshan received a call from the head nurse and asked her to work overtime temporarily.

She came out of the ward to change her dressing and called her roommate: "Xiangtai, I can't go back tonight."

Chen Xiangtai was eating instant noodles and inhaled: "Are you on duty?"

"Yeah." Head Nurse Xu, who was originally on duty, was temporarily transferred to the VIP ward.

Chen Xiangtai has been on a day shift recently and is already at home: "Then you are on duty well, tomorrow I will send Gu Yu to school for you." By the way, you can also ask Gu Yu's teacher if he wants to buy insurance, and ask other students' parents if they want to buy one. Insurance.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Lin Dongshan hung up the phone, and just turned around, stunned.

With a bang, the medical tray in her hand fell to the floor.

A colleague was aside and asked her: "What's wrong, Dongshan?"

She didn't answer, picked up two in a panic, and ran away with the tray.

Colleague Wang Xiaofeng: "..."

Damn it?

Wang Xiaofeng picked up the gauze and cotton swabs on the ground one by one.

At this time, one hand stretched over, holding a pair of scissors in his hand, and placed it in the tray. Wang Xiaofeng raised her head, shaking her hand, and her tray dropped.

It was a very abstinent face, which was suitable for the dark face. The profile of the side face was very tough, and it happened to have a pair of slightly well-behaved small inner doubles.

Wang Xiaofeng once read a Danmei cartoon, which painted Adam and Eve’s two sons Cain and Abel. The author’s style is very strong. Cain who represents crime is like a demon, and Abel who represents justice is like an angel. The beauty is strong, and the handsome one is gentle.

The man in front of him was like Cain and Abel, his side face was like an evildoer, but his front face was very immortal, extremely contradictory and extremely harmonious.

"Where is the VIP ward?" he asked.

The sound is also nice.

Wang Xiaofeng knotted his tongue: "Go left and left."

He said: "Thank you." He picked up the medicine bottle and gauze on the floor, put them on the tray, put them neatly, then got up and walked to the left of the corner.

Wang Xiaofeng later realized: "Thank you, thank you."

Zhou Xufang is in VIP Ward 407.

Su Lihua knocked on the door three times.

Jiang Zhi came out and brought it to the door.

Su Lihua looked inside through the glass window on the door, but did not go in: "What else can I ask?"

Jiang Zhi asked: "Whose spare blood is for?"

"017."

It really was Xiao Yunsheng's blood.

"Can his blood be preserved for a long time?"

Su Lihua shook his head: "It can't be long. 017 has Zhou Xufang's gene, but it has been improved. It is the same and different from Zhou Xufang. The blood is stored in a special medium at low temperature for longer than Zhou Xufang, but better than ordinary people. short."

It has been several months since Xiao Yunsheng went to Pullman, and he changed his spare blood halfway through.

"Xiao Yunsheng is still in Pullman?"

"Ok."

Pullman and Emperor both had an eight-hour time difference. At this time, Pullman was still in the day, the sun was shining, and candles were lit in the house.

Beside the candles, there are wine and steak.

The steak was half-ripe, still blood red when cut, Su Qinghou cut a piece and put it in his mouth: "Where is Su Dingzhi?"

A man knelt by the dining table, trembling: "I, I, I, I don't know."

"I do not know."

He put the steak-cutting knife on the candlelight and it was hot.

The man was stunned and sweaty. He didn't dare to go back. He only dared to bow his head and begged for mercy in a humble manner: "Lord Xiaozhi for your life, Lord Xiaozhi for mercy, Lord Xiaozhi for mercy..."

Su Qinghou drank the wine in the cup and was three-point drunk: "Don't be afraid, don't want your life." The knife was roasted hot, and he turned his face patiently, "Usually people like you are hard-mouthed , Cut your tongue and behave."

Cut, cut your tongue...

The man tremblingly called: "To the Lord, he...he, he, he is in the mahogany style."

Master Xiaozhi rebelled again, forcing Master Chi to hide all over the world, and the father and son bothered me and you, which made Pullman panic.

Old Zhiye didn't know if he had regretted his intestines. Qian should never have had a debt collector. It would be better to wean off children and grandchildren.

Su Qinghou was happy, took off the napkin cloth from the dining table, covered the man's head, and knocked on the man's forehead with the roasted red knife through the cloth.

"Isn't this pretty good."

This pervert!

The man was so scared that he was urinating...

"Master Xiao Zhi," a black man came in, speaking English, "news from the imperial capital."

Su Qinghou put down the knife, drew a paper towel and wiped his hands, and picked up the wine glass: "What's wrong with 011?"

"She was blown up by a bomb."

咚——

The wine glass hit the carpet.

The man kneeling on the carpet had only one thought: it's over!