Chapter 427 (1/2)

He has the final say mistress, not your shameless little three.

Zhou Meilan seized the opportunity and naturally mocked Jiang Wei.

Even if you don't dare to be rude to Jiang Wei, at least you can't lose money in your mouth.

”But your wife is planning to murder her husband!” Because Lin Youguo was injured, Jiang Wei looked very grumpy.

”Who murdered her husband?” Zhou Meilan frowned and said, ”don't talk about people with blood.”

”I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you.” Jiang Wei got up, her eyes lingered on Lin Youguo's cheek for a moment, and said bluntly, ”I'll tell the doctor and arrange a transfer immediately.”

As long as Jiang Wei is a person who really cares about Lin Youguo.

Just when she was about to leave the ward, Lin Jiangxia stood in front of her.

”Xia Xia, what are you doing in my way?” She frowned, and here she was like a hedgehog covered in armor. She had to stab everyone: ”did you stand with Zhou Meilan?”

”Jiang Wei, my father is badly hurt. Moving frequently and changing the ward will only make his pain worse.” Lin Jiangxia lowered her voice and said, ”if it's for my father's consideration, don't change the ward.”

Jiang Wei was slightly stunned, and then slowly sank her breath.

Turn around and go back to the hospital bed and sit down gently.

It seems to see the tiny beads of sweat oozing from Lin Youguo's forehead.

She hurriedly drew a paper towel from the drawer on the bedside table and wiped it gently for him.

It was like taking care of a newborn baby.

I'm afraid that if I use a little strength, it will pierce the baby's delicate skin.

With Zhou Meilan and Jiang Wei, Lin Youguo probably won't lack someone to take care of.

Lin Jiangxia pursed her lips and turned away from the ward.

Gently close the door of the ward and hear Zhou Meilan's sharp voice from the ward.

But Jiang Wei said nothing.

It seems that even if she would rather bear Zhou Meilan's endless ridicule and abuse, she would stay and take care of Lin Youguo who was seriously injured.

Upset, Lin Jiangxia turned and walked to the end of the corridor outside the ward.

There is a vending machine there.

She felt her mobile phone out of her pocket, scanned the code, selected goods, and made her move at one go.

With a click, a box of women's cigarettes and a lighter engraved with the head of the goddess of love fell into the storage box.

She leaned over to pick it up and turned against the wall.

Trembling slightly, he pulled out the cigarette from the cigarette box, held it on his lips and lit the fire with a slap.

She still hated the smell of tobacco.

Snot and tears almost choked out in an instant.

But she held back. Now she smokes, which is more like a kind of self abuse.

Such self abuse seems to shield the pain in the heart temporarily.

Remorse, regret, chagrin... Many negative emotions seem to be temporarily shielded from the pain caused by the tobacco.

The sound of soft shoe heels sounded in the corridor of the hospital.

She raised her eyes and saw Zhan beiheng standing in front of her.

”Xia Xia.” He frowned and said, ”throw the cigarette away.”

”No.” She almost subconsciously retorted.

He stepped forward and reached for the cigarette between her fingers.