Quick time travel: The black-bellied boss is having sex with cannon fodder again

The intermittent voice reached his ears, Guan Jian opened his eyes irritably, sat up and looked at the door of the ward with a bit of anger.

As if he wanted to see through the door of the room, he turned his eyes to the noisy person outside, and sliced ​​the person into slices with his eyes.

Immediately, he realized his emotions and frowned slightly.

It was because he lived so comfortably in this world that he even cultivated the Qi of getting up.

In the past in the imperial palace, when did you not worry about your own life, always guarding against assassination and poisoning?

The corner of Guan Jian's lips pulled up a hint of self-mockery.

After a while, the door was pushed open.

The eyes of a group of people and Guan Jian met, and they all stopped in place, looking at each other silently.

"It's very interesting to disturb the patient's rest, everyone."

Guan Jian broke the silence and looked at everyone with a half-smile.

"Xiao Yan, I'm really sorry to disturb your rest, then we'll come back when it's convenient for you, you should rest first."

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ling rushed to speak before Meng Xiangming, and was about to drag Meng Qiran back after speaking.

"Wait." Meng Xiangming was about to speak, but was preempted by the official.

"Everyone is in such a hurry, there must be something important. If you delay, it is Meng Yan's fault. Come in and say?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, a little confused by Meng Yan's attitude.

In the past, Meng Yan couldn't get used to it and just sprayed it, but now he took the wrong medicine and learned to be yin and yang?

Headache from a car accident?

"Meng Yan, how is your health?" Meng Xiangming asked after pondering for a while.

"Thank you, father, for your concern. He broke a leg and a hand, and suffered a slight concussion, which is fine." Guan Jian smiled distantly, with no warmth in his eyes.

Meng Xiangming was speechless when he met that gaze.

It's just that the bitterness in my heart slowly spread.

"Second brother, how is your health?" Guan Jian shifted his gaze to Meng Qiran who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Hmph, why are you pretending?" Meng Qiran felt disgusted when he saw the official's face, so he turned his head away and didn't want to look at him.

Meng Xiangming kicked his wheelchair, "Speak well."

For a moment, all eyes were on Meng Qiran.

Meng Qiran's expression changed again and again, and he remained silent.

"Are you dumb?" Meng Xiangming reprimanded in a low voice.

Guan Jian looked at them intently.

Meng Qiran glanced at Guan Jian, then looked at his mother, surrounded by the oppression of death from his father, he raised his lips several times, but he didn't make a sound.

Meng Xiangming patted him on the shoulder again, while Zhang Ling was watching, her palms clenched at the seam of her trousers, her eyes darkened.

"I'm sorry." Meng Qiran's lips moved, his voice was too low.

"What?" The official saw that he really didn't hear it clearly. I'm afraid no one present could hear it clearly except himself.

Meng Qiran paused for a long time before speaking again: "I said, I'm sorry."

"I'm really sorry. My ears have been buzzing since the car accident. I really didn't hear what the second brother just said."

The official smiled very sincerely, and those who didn't know really believed it.

"I'm sorry!" Meng Qiran yelled directly, but the words were still echoing in the ward.

Meng Xiangming's face darkened, and before he could speak, he heard the official laugh.

"Second brother, is he apologizing to me?" Guan Jian's eyes were cold, but there was a faint smile on his face, "I didn't name you, I'm afraid of misunderstanding."

Meng Qiran gritted his back teeth, stared at Guanjian, his eyes almost popped out, Meng Xiangming kicked again, and he reluctantly said again: "I, Meng Qiran, apologize to you, Meng Yan, yes, No, get up!"

The last three words were almost gnashed, and said word by word.

After Meng Qiran finished speaking, he wanted to turn his wheelchair and leave, but he was blocked behind him.

Guan Jian made a look of sudden realization, "It turns out that people like Second Brother can really apologize, but—"

He purposely elongated his voice to distract everyone.

"I do not accept."

Guan Jian was still smiling, and seeing Meng Qiran's harmless appearance made Meng Qiran's teeth itch.

"What are you? How dare I refuse to accept my apology? Do you think I'm willing to apologize to you?!"

Meng Qiran was so angry that he wanted to stand up, but he fell to the ground. The severe pain in his leg made his face turn blue and red.

"Meng Qiran! Who gave you the courage to say that? Apologize to Meng Yan!" Meng Xiangming's face was uglier than his.

Zhang Ling quickly helped her son up, "What's wrong, did you fall on your leg? Doctor, doctor!"

Zhang Ling glared at Meng Xiangming, then pushed the wheelchair out.

Everyone went out, only Guan Jian and Meng Xiangming were left in the ward.

Guan Jian looked at Meng Xiangming and could clearly see the pain in his eyes.

He chuckled, "Father, don't you want to take a look? The second brother fell hard."

Only then did Meng Xiangming look at him, looking at the person in front of him who was lazily sitting on the hospital bed with a pale face, a warm smile, and an imposing manner that could not be ignored, he realized that he seemed to have never known this son.

He was very uncomfortable with that strange feeling, as if something was out of his control.

"That's what he deserves." Meng Xiangming walked a few steps to Guan Jian, "You just said that you don't accept Qi Ran's apology, what do you want?"

"Why should father do this? I've been used to it for more than ten years." Guan Jian tilted his head, "But it's rare for my father to want to make up for me, so I can't live up to my father's intentions."

Guan Jian sat up slightly, looked into Meng Xiangming's eyes, and said every word very seriously: "I want to leave the Meng family, and I will no longer be a member of the Meng family in name or in reality, and you are not mine. Father."

"Look, how is it?" Guan Jian laughed again, but there was a real smile in his eyes, "I don't want anything, but this one request, Mr. Meng should be able to satisfy me, right?"

Meng Xiangming stared at Guan Jian's eyes, but the emotions in those eyes were so complicated that even he couldn't understand them.

"Are you serious?" Meng Xiangming exhaled for a long time and said.

"Mr. Meng, do you think I'm joking?" Guan Jian withdrew his gaze and returned to his previous lazy appearance.

"Since you think so, good." Meng Xiangming took a deep look at him and walked out.

Guan Jian was in a good mood, lay back on the bed, took out the remote control and watched TV.

After a while, Yu Qu came to bring him dinner.

"It seems that you are recovering well, and you are so happy watching TV."

"What is it?" Guan Jian looked at the lunch box expectantly.

"I asked my nutritionist to make a special medicinal diet for you to nourish your body."

When the lunch box was opened, there was a strong smell of medicine. Guan Jian's face collapsed and he said weakly, "Thank you."

He only has two months left, and he still has to eat these tortured things.

"I can't help it, I have to follow the doctor's orders." Seeing him like this, Yu Qu also felt a little pitiful, but he was pitiful, and he didn't want to hurt the official.

These herbal diets can't be said to be unpalatable, but they really don't like them. Guan Jian misses Shen Ji a little bit, even if it's porridge, it's delicious when made by Shen Ji.