MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 9

Zia Bai woke up in the hospital, his left hand was broken, and he had a plaster cast hanging in front of him.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and Zaobai's bloodless face showed a dazed look, and he soon disappeared. He remembered who he was and why he was lying here.

The little nurse came in to look at Zibania's infusion bottle, and would remove the needle for him later, and left without saying anything.

This is the Shen family's hospital, how the Shen family treats Jiao Bai determines his treatment here.

Ziobac shook his right hand, it was fine, it didn't affect his fractured left hand, and he didn't suffer any serious injuries elsewhere on his body, but he still lay still, he couldn't walk, and he hasn't come out yet.

fifth floor

A circle of gauze was wrapped around Shen Ji's head. He had just had a complete physical examination, and the old lady was still worried, so she hurriedly asked the dean if her youngest son had a head injury and would he lose his memory.

The old lady is chasing dramas, and the dog blood knows everything.

The dean was so questioned that he dared to be angry and dare not speak out. He was so aggrieved that he asked Shen Ji's assistant for help.

The assistant turned a blind eye.

"Mom, I'm really fine." Shen Ji stopped the old lady who was going to drive the dean crazy.

The old lady gasped: "You have been safe and sound for the past two years, why did you..." As she said that, her heart palpitations began, and she took two pills to relieve them.

The most precious youngest son was admitted to the hospital just after his birthday, and the old lady couldn't bear it.

Shen Ji stroked the old lady's heart, and glanced at the assistant.

"It has been found out." The assistant reported the investigation information to the chairman knowingly. The driver of the car was a criminal who had been at large for more than ten years and died on the spot.

This can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people.

The old lady didn't care about this, she was only thankful that her youngest son was not seriously injured, otherwise, apart from the dead driver who caused the accident, the old Shen family driver who was still alive and that little thing Qin Xinyuan would all be burned by her anger.

Pulling out the beads, the old lady recited in her heart piously and benevolently: Amitabha.

When Shen Ji saw the old lady dialing the beads, he started to talk about fortune-telling. His temples twitched, and the idea of ​​asking his assistant to check the accident again suddenly disappeared, and he just wanted to get over it quickly.

"Mom, this time it was just an accident, don't go looking for that **** master."

"Master Qingyun!" The old lady turned her face away, looking at him as if she was looking at an unfilial son.

Shen Ji: "..."

"I know it was an accident," the old lady changed the subject, revealing some of the coercion of her youth, "But even if it was an accident, if you are seriously injured, I can't spare him."

For a mediocre countryman, the only valuable thing is the fortune chart, and the life-saving talisman for her youngest son is also the mascot of the Shen family.

If none of this works, it's worthless waste.

Shen Ji smelled the tricks from the old lady's expression, he regretted it, he might as well follow the trend, get rid of the people in Qinxin Garden one by one.

A pair of quiet drooping eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, and Shen Ji paused slightly as he rubbed the bruise on his jaw: "How about that little thing?"

The assistant said: "The left hand is broken."

Shen Ji was taken aback for a moment, then pulled his lips with a sneer: "Yes."

Ziobac sneezed, he logged into his account boredly, and looked at his friends, which surprised him.

The activity level between him and Shen Ji turned out to be 0.01!

Ziobac's complexion changed again and again, sometimes excited, sometimes dissatisfied, and after a while he comforted himself, at least he moved.

Everything starts big.

This head has already been opened, and it will be much easier later... right?

Zibai fell asleep, and there was still a pale wall in front of his eyes. No one took him back to Qinxinyuan, and no one came to visit him, so he was forgotten, and he was lying in the hospital.

It costs nothing anyway.

The only bad thing is that the hospital, like Qinxinyuan, is supervised by people, limiting his range of activities.

Hey, according to the routine, the glance he sent to Shen when the incident happened was enough to develop the line of "boy, you managed to attract my attention" and "you are different from other coquettish sluts".

But obviously not.

If I had known earlier, he would have pretended to be overly frightened and lost his mind, and sent Shen a big mouthful. That will definitely make the other party think of him every time he washes his face and looks in the mirror, what a mistake.

But how should I put it, Ziababa had expected it in his heart. Shen Laogou has been in a high position for a long time, his heart is dark, his blood is cold, and he is not so easy to get into.

Shen Ji was discharged from the hospital on the same day. The novelty that Gadget looked at him at the time of the accident did not last long, and did not trigger any follow-up. He quickly left people behind and devoted himself to work and Pastime in free time.

It was a week after receiving the call from the old lady. Shen Jishang was almost healed and was on a business trip. The party that received him sent him a girl. She was about the same age as his son and had just come of age.

Shen Ji's desire grows at the same time as the feeling of pressure and exhaustion. He has only one requirement for the person sent to his bed, to be strong.

He couldn't be interested in a little lamb that was crying and half-dead when touched.

The girl came in and started sobbing.

Shen Ji wanted to beat him away, but the little girl hugged his leg tremblingly.

Under the lamp, her young and delicate cheeks exude a soft pink luster.

When Shen Ji was young, he was full of hostility, like a tyrant, but now his temper is not so cruel, but he is not a sympathetic person, nor does he wear a gentlemanly and elegant mask like Qi Yiliao, he can't do superficial kung fu , Lifting his foot and kicking, the old lady's phone call came at this time.

The old lady took Jiuxin Pills before making the call, read the scriptures for half an hour, and dialed the number of her youngest son when her blood pressure dropped.

"Aji, master..." the old lady heard the cry of a **** the other side of the younger son, she continued, "The master told me that there has been a change in Xiao Wang's horoscope."

It took Shen Ji a long time to remember who Xiao Wang was referring to, and at the same time the corresponding memory fragments also flooded up automatically.

"Don't hang up the phone in a hurry, Mom will ask you," the old lady said clearly, "has he become different from before?"

Shen Ji thought of something, and his face darkened a little.

"It must have changed," the old lady firmly said. She noticed it at the birthday banquet last time, and the housekeeper of Qinxinyuan also reported it several times. Suddenly.

Fortune affects a person's character.

That's right.

"Now he is not good for your fortune, and will bring you disasters. You had an accident last week because of him." The old lady came prepared with a clear purpose. She has made up her mind and her attitude is a bit tough, "People I can no longer stay in Qinxin Garden."

It was the old lady's own idea to raise him in Qinxin Garden at the beginning, and she didn't need to discuss with her younger son about sending him away this time, knowing that he didn't care, it didn't matter. The old lady made this call purely to chat with him.

"It's a good thing that the Qi family's horoscope hasn't changed." The old lady only conceived her youngest son in her early forties, and after a lot of hardships, she gave birth to him safely, as if she were eyeballs.

Shen Ji shook his head, the accident a few years ago caused the old lady to suffer from heart disease, now he is more and more superstitious, it is possible that he will get involved with that gadget in the future, and it will kill him.

For some reason, he had the urge to make a bet with the old lady, to see if keeping her by his side would affect his trajectory and ruin his luck.

But this thought was weird and shouldn't have appeared.

Just when Shen Ji realized that he was suspected of being caught in a strange circle and his complexion was ugly, upset and irritable, a small hand touched his belt, and he just shook it.

The girl was directly fanned out.

Shen Ji called the assistant in and asked him to drag the person away.

The assistant dragged the girl who was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and when he came back in a while, he brought a lively and flamboyant boy with him.

Worried about his boss not having a good time, the assistant who was afraid that he would suffocate his body was given an ashtray, and his head was broken.

On the other side of the hospital, Ziabab received a message from an unfamiliar number.

- Everything was done according to your request.

-Hopefully starting today we don't get in touch again.

- No, it starts from this moment! Start now! You do it for yourself!

Zizania "tsk", the young master of the Qi family is indeed the future Mrs. Shen, the cannon fodder who single-handedly made the Shen family run wild in "Broken Wings", has two brushes, and a capable knight , He didn't reply to Qi Shuang's message, and just put his phone aside, the old housekeeper called and asked him to go back and pack his things.

Thirty to forty minutes later, Zaobai was standing in Qinxinyuan, with a large woven bag of strange shape at his feet.

"You came back too late, I asked someone to clean up for you." The old housekeeper stood on the steps, condescending.

Ziobac kicked the woven bag, the lucky star turned into a disaster star, the Shen family hoped that he would go away quickly.

but,

Why don't you even have a suitcase, what to do with woven bags?

Jiao Bai sensed something, he glanced at the second floor calmly, Qi Shuang, who was lying on the window, had no time to retract his head, and the two looked at each other.

Qi Shuang grinned at Ziobac and waved her hands, as if she was saying goodbye to her best friend.

Zibai rolled his eyes, the young master was so happy, he probably thought he was going back to his hometown, even if he thought too much, his friends were scattered in three cities, and the drums of the tug-of-war hadn't sounded yet.

Ziobai let out a sigh of relief. The garden is in the suburbs, and he had to drag the woven bag for a certain distance before he could get a taxi.

The woven bag should not be too heavy.

Not long after, Ziobac left with a woven bag that was much empty, leaving behind old clothes and tattered daily necessities all over the place. The autumn wind blew over them, and the musty smell mixed with the smell of years of corrosion drifted away. The melted red and white plastic bags rattled.

It's like a signal of some kind of intense exaltation.

With plaster in one hand and a woven bag in the other, the young man walks firmly. He bids farewell to the miserable and dilapidated past and heads for a new life. It's just the beginning.

In fact, it is pretentious.