Master Xi Wants To Make Official Announcements Every Day

Ruan Qi waved his hand indifferently.

"Mr. Cheng doesn't need to apologize. No matter who it is, it will doubt me. What's more, I really annoy you Cheng family to death. "

Cheng Jinyan has been in business for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to twisting and turning in words and deeds.

Now that she suddenly heard the little girl express her dislike for the Cheng family so bluntly, she couldn't react for a while.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ruan Qi changed the subject with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Cheng. Although I hope the Cheng family doesn't end well, I think you're pleasing to the eye. Otherwise, I wouldn't have saved you last night."

"So Mr. Cheng, as long as you don't mess with me, I won't hurt you. As for last night, I was able to predict the explosion in advance..."

She tilted her head and blinked, "You should be a woman's sixth sense."

Just as Ruan Qi finished speaking, Xi Jiu walked out of the bathroom carrying the washed fruit.

He returned to the hospital bed, reached out and picked the reddest and largest strawberry from the fruit plate, and fed it to the little girl's mouth.

The little girl swallowed all the big strawberries in her mouth like a tiger.

She puffed her cheeks and chewed twice, and asked inarticulately, "Does Mr. Cheng have any other questions?"

Cheng Jinyan didn't speak.

He looked at the little girl silently, until she ate up a small plate of strawberries, and then slowly said: "Why did Miss Ruan save me? Just because I like my eyes?"

Ruan Qi chewed for a while.

She lowered her eyes, raised them again and said with a smile: "Of course it's not just because Mr. Cheng is pleasing to the eye. I'm looking at the face of 80 million!~"

Cheng Jinyan was noncommittal about this answer.

He was silent for two seconds, and was about to continue asking, but Ruan Qi spoke first.

"Mr. Cheng, did you find out who chased you last night?"

Cheng Jinyan paused, then nodded lightly, "I found it, it's..."

boom--!

There was a loud bang.

The door of the ward was slammed open, and the poor door was in close contact with the wall.

"My poor soft baby!!!"

Qin Qingdi's mournful cry resounded throughout the corridor.

She rushed in like a gust of wind, rushing to the bedside, bent down and wanted to hug Ruan Qi.

Xi Jiu had quick hands and quick eyes, and grabbed his collar.

"What's the trouble!" He threw Qin Qingdi aside with a cold face, "Xiaoqi is hurt, stay away from her."

Qin Qingdi was dumped and spun around on the spot, almost tripped with his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot.

But she dared not speak out, she could only look at the little girl on the hospital bed with tears in her eyes and distressed face.

"Why are you hurt so badly? Ruanbao, do you feel pain? Who did it? I'm going to avenge you!"

As a senior old fan and the president of the support club, Qin Qingdi has brought his loyal attributes to the extreme.

She glanced at the little girl's pale face, rolled up her sleeves cursingly, turned around and was about to leave.

Xi Jiu reached out again, grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.

Qin Qingdi staggered from being squeezed, and said rather dissatisfied, "Nine..."

"Shut up." Xi Jiu interrupted her coldly, "If you say one more word, you'll be sent to confinement for a month."

At the mention of confinement, Qin Qingdi immediately became as quiet as a chicken.

Ruan Qi was amused by her reaction.

"Miss Xiaodi, I'm fine. It's just a minor injury. It will be fine after two days of treatment."

As she spoke, she raised her uninjured hand, pulled Qin Qingdi's clothes, and asked softly, "Sister Xiaodi, how do you know I'm injured?"

Qin Qingdi didn't dare to say anything, and timidly pointed at the door of the ward.

Ruan Qi turned her head and looked over, just in time to meet the eyes of Ruan Munan, Gu Feiyang and Bai Yuchen.

Mr. Xi: There are too many male creatures, causing discomfort.

——The outline is almost done, and the update will be resumed gradually. My most painful July and August are finally over. For these two months every year, I feel so uncomfortable that I will die. September is coming and I'm going to be OK again.