Chapter 129: Death of Ruan Lin (2)



Chapter 129 The Death of Ruan Lin (2)

"Mom, Jiaojiao has to stay here for two days to avoid recurrence. You were busy all night last night. Sleep here for a while. I'll go back and get you some clothes to change."

"Okay, remember to ask them to cook some millet porridge and bring it over for Jiaojiao." Ruan Lin instructed. Thinking of something, she pulled him back and said, "Or you don't have to come. Ask Du Qing to bring it over. She has to go to work tomorrow anyway. There are still a lot of things waiting for you at home. Building a house also requires you. I'm enough here."

"It's okay, Mom. I'll arrange it." Ruan Jianguo patted her hand. Building a house was important, but in his heart, his daughter would always be the first. She was still sick in the hospital. How could he stay at home?

Ruan Lin knew that there was no point in persuading him, so she said nothing more.

Ruan Jianguo turned and left the ward.

When he returned to the Ruan family, he passed by the village entrance and saw Jiandang, who was helping him with crutches. When he saw him come back, he immediately rushed over: "How is Jiaojiao?"

"It's okay, the fever has gone down, but she still needs to stay for two days. I'll go back to get some clothes to change, and bring some food for them. Here..."

"I'll help you watch over them, don't worry."

Ruan Jianguo nodded and did not delay. Even though there was some rift between him and Liu Zhaodi, the relationship between the brothers was still very good.

When Ruan Jianguo returned to the Ruan family, Du Qing had already cooked the millet porridge. When he saw you, Ruan Jianguo came over with a lunch box and asked about it with concern. After making sure that there was no big problem, he got up to prepare breakfast for others.

Several boys gathered around. Yesterday’s incident happened suddenly. When they were awakened, Ruan Jianguo had already taken people to the hospital. Now, after waiting for him all night, they finally saw him coming back. Naturally, they gathered around and asked him questions with concern.

Ruan Jianguo told them that his fever had subsided and he was not seriously ill. He had to stay in the hospital for a few more days in case his condition recurred. Seeing that they kept asking questions, he immediately fired at them impatiently and told them to go to class

. Ruan Jie and the little fat boy surrounded him and refused to leave. They wanted to go to the hospital with him, but Ruan Jianguo glared at them and yelled at them twice. Then they reluctantly carried their schoolbags to school.

When Ruan Jianguo left with his clothes and lunch box, he did not notice that a small figure was quietly following him.

When he arrived at the hospital and got off the car, he saw the little tail following him.

He looked at him in surprise: "Xiao Xu, why are you here?"

"To see Jiao Jiao." Xu Xu looked at him with anxious eyes.

Ruan Jianguo nodded, then turned around and thought something was wrong. He asked him incredulously: "How did you get here? You chased my car? Why didn't you call me?!"

Xu Xu was very anxious. Facing his string of questions, he just nodded randomly.

Ruan Jianguo still found it incredible. He rode fast, but did this kid really chase his car all the way here?

After entering the ward, Ruan Lin was surprised to see Xu Xu, and looked at Ruan Jianguo with doubt. Ruan Jianguo said helplessly: "I didn't know he would come, and he followed the car all the way here. He is also a silly child. He didn't even call me."

He put the things in his hand on the table beside the bed and urged: "Mom, drink some porridge first, I'll go pay the bill."

"Okay." Ruan Lin nodded, opened the lunch box herself, scooped out a small half of the porridge with a small bowl, and didn't drink it herself, but handed it to Xu Xu first: "Come on, Xiaoxu, you drink first." "

I'm not hungry, I'm accompanying Jiaojiao." Xu Xu shook his head and refused, standing by the bed, reaching his little hand into the quilt and holding Ruan Jiaojiao's little hand.


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