825: C825 You Can't Hit Me

C825 You Can't Hit Me

Xia Qian took Jiang Zhao's call and asked Ye Er to answer. But Ye Er had been nervous for a long time and almost fainted. Xia Qian was so scared that she kept calling, "Ye Er. Ye Er, are you alright? Don't faint. I can't carry you. You are so tall. I'm so delicate. Hey, hey, although this is backstage, Aren't you afraid that someone will take pictures? Hey, pay attention to your image. Ye Er, hold on a little longer. "

Jiang Zhao got out of the car and slammed the door. He asked urgently," Xia Qian, are you guys still backstage? "

The backstage was also quite noisy. Xia Qian held onto Ye Er's waist with her phone and did not hear Jiang Zhao's words at all. She slowly moved to the chair and waited for Ye Er to sit properly. She picked up the phone and placed it beside Ye Er's ear. " Your husband asked you to listen to the phone. "

Ye Er felt that she needed to take two breaths of oxygen and she could not breathe. Hearing what Xia Qian said, she did not dare to answer Jiang Zhao's call. She kept looking down and pulling her head. She didn't know what Jiang Zhao would do to him at night until a pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in front of her. Her long and slender legs were wrapped in a pair of cheongsam pants, and she raised her eyes. He knew that he had offended him.

Letting out a breath, he opened his long and thin arms. His pitiful eyes were glistening with tears as he said softly, feeling wronged, "Hubby, I'm so scared. I'm still young, you can't hit me ~ "

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Zhao cast a sidelong glance at Xia Qian, who was standing beside him with her eyes wide open as if she wanted to interrogate him. When had he ever hit her? Oh right, he had hit Ye Er's butt in front of Xia Qian last time, but he did not have any sexual tendencies.

Jiang Zhao's voice was cold. In front of Xia Qian, he really could not do anything intimate. He coughed dryly and said, "Xia Qian, please go and see if the people outside have dispersed. " He handed his car keys to Xia Qian and said, "By the way, please drive the car I parked under the locust tree to the back door. I will take her back to the hospital first. "

Xia Qian was unhappy and said, "Oh. " Although she felt that it was not right for Jiang Zhao to hit someone, she was a little afraid of Jiang Zhao because of the matter of Ye Er hitting her head last time. At this time, she could only take the keys and leave bitterly. She walked a few steps and then turned back to Ye Er and said, "Call me if something happens. "

Ye Er said, "Hurry up and go. It's just a few steps. Why waste the phone money?"

Xia Qian rolled her eyes at Ye Er. "Treat good intentions like a donkey's liver and lungs. " Wasn't she worried that Jiang Zhao would beat her up?

As soon as Xia Qian left, Jiang Zhao lifted his pants and squatted in front of Ye Er. He reached out and rubbed her temple, "Are you still dizzy?"

"Not dizzy. "

"Then why did you faint just now? " Jiang Zhao supported Ye Er to stand up.

Ye Er felt more energized, "Was I scared just now?"

"Why did you come back when you were scared?" Jiang Zhao lightly slapped Ye Er's butt. Her butt was really elastic.

Ye Er stomped her foot. "Jiang Zhao, you said you would not hit me. "

Jiang Zhao shrugged. "I didn't say. "

"You sent Xia Qian away because you wanted to hit me! Jiang Zhao, I hate you to death!"

Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment and said unhappily, "If you love me to death, I will be surprised. "

" I will not love you to death! "

"I won't either!" . . .

Enyuv went to the hospital. The nurse did not tell him where Ye Er went, so he went next door to find Qingxu. Qingxu sat on the bed and played games. She waved at Enyuv when she saw him. "Enyuv, are you playing again? Coincidentally, we play games together. "

Enyuv smiled. "Liu Liu, why is Ye Er not here today?"

Qingxu felt that Enyuv was quite good. When she heard Ye Er call her Liu Liu, she also called out together, "She went to the college town's Media College's auditorium and held a press conference. Did you see that newspaper today?"

"Yes, I saw it. " Enyuv was still standing at the end of Qingxu's bed and did not walk over to watch her play games.

Qingxu swiped her mouse and pressed the keyboard. "Yes, she cried to death when she saw it in the morning. She went to find her friend and held a press conference. She went for a while. I want to go. She doesn't want me to go with her. "

Enyuv frowned. He lifted the collar and prepared to leave. He nodded and smiled. " Ye Er did the right thing. You need to rest well. "

"You all care about me. " Qingxu felt that she was in a dilemma. She wanted to tell Enyuv about Ye Er, but she was too busy playing the game. It was not that she did not care about her friends, but the game was also very important.

Enyuv said, "Of course. We are all friends. It is only right for us to care about each other. I just came over to take a look. Since you are fine, I will go to work. You should rest well. "

"Okay, goodbye. " Qingxu thought about it and decided that it was better to see him again. She did not have the energy to deal with him now. After saying goodbye, she buried her head in killing!

Enyuv drove to the university town. He did not call Ye Er's phone anymore, and his phone would not be turned on so soon. From the city to the university town, he needed to take a high-speed bridge. In the middle of the bridge, there was a thick red and white striped segregation block. Enyuv's car passed by the Audi that came from the opposite side of the segregation block.0

The wind carried dust that was as fine as powder, and then floated in the human world.

The phone in the Qin family's residence was always on the line. Qin Rongfaang didn't put down the phone after that. After an entire morning of quarreling, Old Man Jiang Ling called. His voice was like a fried iron bean, "Old bastard! How did your grandfather become like this? I told you not to stay in Haicheng, but you can't protect him. You insisted! Let me tell you, once his term of office is up, I have to think of a way to bring him back to Jiangzhou. Don't even think of stopping me!"

Qin Rongfaang was actually so anxious about Jiang Zhao that his mouth started to bubble, but he did not want to be outdone. "You are the one who died of old age! My grandson is very good! Did nothing happen to you when you brought Jiang Rui? If something big happens, something will happen. I want you to take care of it. Zhao is willing to stay in Haicheng. Your wishful thinking is useless! Let me tell you, if you have nothing to do, just stay at home and take care of Jiang Rui. You want to interfere in Zhao's matter. I won't give you such a chance!"

"What a good old thing you are! How many things have happened to my grandson this year?! It's just that you're not qualified to be an elder! "

Qin Rongfaang had always liked to dress like an immortal. If it was midsummer, He had to wave the folding fan in his hand. The ink on the folding fan must be from a famous person. He was very modest in the outside world, but when he met Xi Zhentian and the old master of the Jiang family, he couldn't stop the car no matter how hard he tried. Because he always felt that being polite in front of Xi Zhentian and old master Jiang was too much of a disadvantage. Those guys would always call him "daddy. " If he didn't pretend to be a 'daddy', then he would just call him 'daddy' or 'daddy is fighting for an R people'. Do I need you to care if I'm qualified or not?! Don't mind my family's business! I'm even!" After saying that, he hung up the phone with a "Pia. "

He took a few deep breaths. He wouldn't give that old thing a chance to scold him back! His face was flushed red. He drank a mouthful of tea and the color slowly faded, returning to normal skin color.

Sitting beside the phone, he thought for a while and made another call to Jiang Laiqing. "Laiqing. "

"Hey, Dad. " Jiang Laiqing had called him dad for more than ten years after the divorce. Qin Rongfaang would never say anything. He deserved to be happy, just like how his daughter and son-in-law did not divorce.

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