Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Staring at the two people's twisted hands...
Xing Kui actually understood her current expression. She thought Li Chengchuan always looked at her because of her injury, so she used the question to give her a subtle warning.
Her face is temporarily disfigured and she is a little sad. Don't keep looking at her, it's impolite.
But besides being sad, she also had a hint of joy. It was easy to guess what a disfigured woman meant in the blind date market. It seemed that the pressure on her to get married would be reduced in the short term.
"Not ugly." Li Chengchuan stared at her forehead. The Li family had plenty of money, and the Jiang family had plenty of medical treatment. They would definitely not let her have a scar. Fearing that Xing Kui would be sad, he changed the subject, "What are you doing with the phone card?"
"Oh yeah, I need to contact my friend. Ah, I should have asked my mom to leave later. I want to borrow her phone."
"You can use mine." Receiving Xing Kui's grateful look, Li Chengchuan took the opportunity to sit next to his fiancée's bed, put her phone card into his mobile phone, and handed it to her.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Xing Kui and he were WeChat friends. Wouldn't he be exposed as soon as she logged into WeChat?
A man who wasn't nervous even when negotiating a business deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars now straightened his back, thinking about what excuse he could make to get his phone back and delete the evidence after she logged into WeChat.
Xing Kui's WeChat profile picture is a hand-painted sunflower... Hmm? Why is it a real sunflower?
Very good, Li Chengchuan pursed his lips. Some people would separate work and life and set up two WeChat accounts. It turned out that he had not added his fiancée's real WeChat account for all these years.
Li Chengchuan also has two WeChat accounts, a business WeChat account and a personal WeChat account. He thought he had added Xing Kui's two WeChat accounts as well, but he didn't expect that her "personal WeChat account" was also for work purposes only.
Although he didn't have to worry about being exposed, Li Chengchuan still felt uncomfortable...
The door opened, and Jiang Yuming returned and nodded to Li Chengchuan, indicating that the nurse who made the mistake had been dealt with. "Hey, I'll only be gone for ten minutes. Old Li, you're sitting on my patient's bed?"
He smiled broadly, not even hinting at the coldness he had shown when he told someone to get out. He walked over and checked Xing Kui's wrist where the skin test had been done. "It's fine. You can get a tetanus shot normally."
Xing Kui just logged into WeChat: "Wait a moment, I'll reply to my friend's message."
"Okay." Jiang Yuming saw that it was Li Chengchuan's phone. He rolled his eyes and guessed what had happened. He gave his good brother a teasing smile. The mysophobia guy was even willing to share his phone with others. It seemed that he really loved her.
What about Xing Kui who had forgotten Li Chengchuan? Jiang Yuming deliberately glanced at the phone screen and did not see Li Chengchuan's profile picture in the message list.
Oh? Xing Kui had lost contact today, so Li Chengchuan would definitely have sent a message, but he wasn't on the list, unless... Xing Kui didn't usually communicate with him on WeChat.
Jiang Yuming understood why Li Chengchuan had a dark face when he entered the ward.
Even so, Jiang Yuming's smile did not deepen. Her beautiful eyes glanced at Xing Kui's WeChat page. She was an honest and sensible child. Such good children usually had the advantage of being good at listening, which easily attracted trash to treat her as a trash can.
The entire page is filled with unread messages, and the senders are probably all Xing Kui’s “friends”.
[Why don’t you reply to me, Zhuzhuo, should I forgive him? ]
[Original family, oh, sister, what should I do?]
[I’ve had enough! My boss is such a jerk. I want to quit. Sisters, please persuade me.]
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[Stop pretending to be dead, Xing Kui! Help me, I need you!]
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Xing Kui stared at them, not knowing which one to click on first. None of the messages here cared about her loss of contact, and every one of them said "I want to eat her".
She wasn't someone who didn't know how to say no. She had subtly suggested several times that people stop coming to her "for advice they didn't want to hear." But Xing Kui wasn't firm enough, so even those who "didn't want to hear advice" ignored her resistance.
Xing Kui took a deep breath. She watched the news and saw that some people's temperaments would change drastically after hitting their heads, but her temperament didn't change drastically. She wanted to swear, but she didn't.
Scrolling down, someone else asked to borrow her movie membership account. Okay, let's start with this one: Mom! Can't she top up her membership herself? It's okay once or twice, but she comes every year. What kind of jerk is she?
Xing Kui's nose felt sore. A hand held her index finger that was touching the screen. The wrinkles on the knuckles were obvious. She realized it was Dr. Jiang's hand and looked up at him.
"Good kid." Good kids were the most annoying. He couldn't stand it. Dr. Jiang was wearing a mask, but his true face could be seen through the ID photo on his chest. It was a look that could make anyone feel better just by looking at the photo. "People who have returned from the gates of hell cannot be wronged. Delete them."
"I want to, but..."
"No buts." Jiang Yuming grabbed Xing Kui's hand firmly and deleted the friend who wanted membership, a person Xing Kui had known since high school.
Xing Kui widened her eyes, and after being confused, she felt a surge of joy in her heart. She couldn't help but grab Jiang Yuming's hand. Some things are difficult at the beginning, but easier to accept once you open your mouth. Doctor Jiang, please help her again.
Her fingers were cold and her eyes were wet. Jiang Yuming hesitated for a moment, clenched her index finger, and deleted the words one by one.
Li Chengchuan sat nearby. No, he could do this, too. Staring at their twisted hands, his hands itched. He really wanted to pull Jiang Yuming away and take over, but unfortunately, his status as a patient wasn't as naturally trustworthy as that of a doctor.
He endured, he endured, Jiang Yuming only loves supermodels, Jiang Yuming only loves supermodels!
"Wait, this one can't be deleted." Xing Kui stopped, there was only one left on the list, "This one has the best relationship with me."
The other party worked in Jingjiang City like her, and would occasionally invite her to dinner. Although he only ordered his favorite dishes, he didn't care about Xing Kui at all and asked her to pay for it as well.
Jiang Yuming raised an eyebrow and clicked on the chat page of this person. There were sixteen unread messages, all of which were complaining about her other friend who gave her several boxes of sanitary napkins for her birthday, but she thought they were not valuable enough.
It’s okay to complain, everyone has bad emotions, but Xing Kui didn’t reply for so long, and the other party didn’t ask a single question.
He didn't think this person was a good person. He grabbed Xing Kui's index finger and clicked on the input box: "Then let's give her a chance and tell her that you were in a car accident."
We? Li Chengchuan's eyebrows were almost twisted into knots. Jiang Yuming had only known Xing Kui for less than an hour, so how could he and Xing Kui become "we"?
On the bed, Xing Kui finished typing and waited anxiously for the result, holding Jiang Yuming's hand even tighter.
Under the bed, Li Chengchuan raised his leather shoes and stepped on Jiang Yuming.
"hiss."
"Uh, did I pinch you?" Xing Kui wondered. Although she had used force, she didn't have much strength left. She loosened her grip slightly, then suddenly tightened it again because she received a reply from her friend.
[??? What! You were in a car accident? Do you want me to come see you?]
Xing Kui's eyes suddenly lit up, and she opened the input box to edit the text: [No, no, you go to work, I'm fine...]
Before the message was sent, the other party's second message popped up: [But did you see what I told you? She's too much. Just give me a few boxes of sanitary napkins, and you won't do this!]
Not like this? Not what? The light in Xing Kui's eyes suddenly disappeared. How could the other party really care about her? He just said a few empty words and asked her for an expensive birthday gift.
Is it bad for another friend to give sanitary napkins? In 2027, more and more people are fighting for women's rights. Giving sanitary napkins is practical and meaningful, just as good as giving a bouquet of flowers that cost hundreds of yuan but will wither in a few days.
The previously edited text disappeared word by word before her eyes. It was Jiang Yuming who was controlling her to delete it: "She has lost you."
She lost you, not you lost her.
The hot breath approached her ear, and Jiang Yuming moved her index finger: "I'll teach you how to respond to this kind of person."
He pressed the three keys "GNI", "TUV", and "MNO" and typed out one word: [Get lost]
Send and delete friends in one go.
"Do you feel good?" Jiang Yuming asked her, his voice piercing her ears with heat. Although he smelled of disinfectant, Xing Kui seemed to smell the aroma of rose wine.
Her ears unconsciously turned red as she stared at the blank chat page, feeling a little uncomfortable, but she said, "Great."
Jiang Yuming lowered his eyes and looked straight at her, his tongue licking his lips and teeth under the mask. Xing Kui lowered his voice very low. He remembered the discussion of people outside. She cried for a long time while getting stitches. No wonder her voice, which was deliberately lowered, was so soft and weak, and even a little hoarse.
It sounded good, the kind that made one's heart itch. Jiang Yuming thought he was not a good person and wanted to hear it again. He let go of Xing Kui's fingers and stroked her head: "Good girl, it's not firm enough. Say it again. Does it sound good?"
Li Chengchuan grabbed Jiang Yuming's wrist and said in a jealous voice, "What do you think?"
Jiang Yuming shrugged. He could see that at least someone was unhappy.
Across Xing Kui, Jiang Yuming signaled to Li Chengchuan: "Don't think too much."
He has been determined to marry a supermodel at every stage since kindergarten.
"Here, it's time for the injection."
It hurts! It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt!
This time, Xing Kui only grabbed Jiang Yuming's clothes, which made Li Chengchuan feel very uncomfortable. He had no reason to stop him, so he could only stare and wait. When the injection was over, he kept pulling off his good brother's clothes.
He didn't notice the change in Xing Kui's eyes when he looked at Jiang Yuming. Xing Kui's brain was now like a damaged machine. It could still run but not run multiple threads. After solving his friend's problem, the previous thought in his brain re-entered the process line.
Before logging into WeChat, Xing Kui was thinking that the pressure on the disfigured woman to get married would be less, but it would still not be enough. It would be great if she could find someone to fake a marriage with.
The problem then becomes finding a partner, and the probability of finding a trustworthy male partner is even lower than if the elders don't urge you to get married.
Jiang Yuming's help just now made Xing Kui very fond of him. Thinking of this, Xing Kui's brain was already overloaded. In order to sort out her thoughts, she mentally scored Jiang Yuming: appearance, ten points; occupation, ten points; personality, ten points; whether he was single, doubtful... whether he had a complicated relationship with a man, doubtful... whether he was clean, doubtful...
"Doctor Jiang..."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yuming was packing up the cart and looked over. His eyes were charming and affectionate. Whoever he was looking at seemed to be the only one in his eyes. He looked like a playboy playing around in the world, a gentleman in a white coat.
"Does Dr. Jiang have a girlfriend?" Xing Kui asked quietly and carefully.
Before, she hadn't been curious about Jiang Yuming's integrity, simply lumping him in with the bad doctors in the news. Regardless of whether he was sick or not, it was definitely the right thing to do to avoid him. Now, she had the idea of getting to know Jiang Yuming better.
The moment the question was asked, both men felt the difference. Jiang Yuming curled his lips and was about to answer when Li Chengchuan grabbed his shoulder.
"He can't get an erection."
Xing Kui's pupils trembled.
Li Chengchuan controlled Jiang Yuming, bent down to get his phone, and stared at her with a rather resentful look, "His phone is out of use, I'm going to talk to him for a while, call us when the water in the bottle is almost gone."
Why does patient number seven act like a resentful husband whose wife cheated on him?
Xing Kui glanced at the phone and saw a message on the top bar: Good brothers, good friends, [40...
There are forty people in the group?!
My goodness, you have more brothers than her fake friends. Can you usually chat with her?
Outside the ward, in the stairwell, the door closed. Jiang Yuming leaned against it, his hands in the pockets of his white coat: "I'm not impotent, how come I didn't know about it?"
Li Chengchuan stood aside coldly: "You know now."
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