Chapter 387 Draft Countdown (8)



"I'm going downstairs to buy food, just be quiet."

Mo Zechuan checked the time on his phone. It was seven in the evening. The clamor had delayed him for far too long. He'd been so worried and anxious all day and hadn't even had time to drink a sip of water. What a fucking mess.

After everyone left, Xu Jing checked the drip and it was just finished.

This time he obediently called Nurse A. After resolving his worries, Xu Jing patted his butt and chose to leave.

"Are you really leaving like this?" 021 was speechless as he looked at his cold and resolute back.

"What else? Stay and create emotional opportunities for my little wife? You know, I have always disdained to let my feelings be wasted by others." Even if that person is Rong Jiu, it won't work.

"Who is the little wife? Did you miss the point?" 021 was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"No, whoever I sleep with is my little wife." He looked down at what he was wearing.

Xu Jing was thankful that he was wearing casual clothes instead of his fellow patient's clothes. His baggy clothes had no money in the pockets, and he must have been very poor.

Clothes are given by others, but face is given by yourself.

After getting off the elevator, Xu Jing walked straight towards the exit. "021, lend me some money."

021 decisively refused. "I don't have any money, but I have my life."

Fuck, he has no conscience at all.

Xu Jing could only resort to selling his body and borrowed someone else's phone to call Wang Ke. "Brother Wang, it's me, Mulan."

Wang Ke's face immediately drooped, his heart sinking. "Mulan, why are you looking for me?"

Isn't Yazi already hooking up with a rich man? Why is she still contacting him? Is she just after the money in his hand?

Wang Ke actually guessed it right, Xu Jing came to ask for his salary.

"Brother Wang, I'm at xx hospital. Can you come pick me up? I don't have any money on me."

What else could Wang Ke say? He sighed and said, "Find a cool place to wait for me. I'll drive my electric scooter to pick you up."

"Okay, it's under the third tree on the east side. I'll wait for you."

Ten minutes later, Wang Ke appeared downstairs in the hospital and found himself following the directions Xu Jing had given him.

He was wearing designer clothes that cost more than his monthly salary. The young man was really promising. He hooked up with a rich man in just one day.

"Sit down." Wang Ke patted the seat of the electric scooter and motioned Xu Jing to sit in. Xu Jing was not polite and sat in the back seat and said softly: "Brother Wang, take me out first, I haven't eaten yet."

"The big boss hasn't fed you enough yet." Wang Ke sneered and took a punch from Xu Jing, but the pain made him laugh even more happily.

Looking through the rearview mirror, I saw Mulan’s blushing face. She looked so weak and adorable.

"How did you end up in the hospital?" Wang Ke remembered that when Mr. Mo Sanye took the person away, he was fine.

He was so exhausted after just one night that he had to be hospitalized!

Xu Jing held Wang Ke's waist and sighed heavily. Wang Ke's curiosity was aroused, and he continued to ask while driving. "What's the matter? Did you make your legs weak?"

"Um."

"Tell me the truth, Brother Wang, is it big?" Wang Ke was just curious and had no other intentions.

Xu Jing's face turned even redder, and he punched him again. "Brother Wang, what are you talking about?"

"It's about your sexual happiness, so I'm asking what's wrong?" Wang Ke raised his lips. He was very shameless when talking about this matter, and dirty talk came out one after another. "Is it bigger than Lao Li's?"

"Well, Brother Wang, I'm hungry."

"There's a spicy hot pot restaurant up ahead. Do you want to eat there?" Wang Ke suddenly realized that the little duck had experienced something terrible last night. How could he eat spicy food? He had to go to another place.

"That's it." Xu Jing was too lazy to bother, so he just ate something and was done with it.

Wang Ke specifically ordered two bowls of non-spicy food. After the two steaming hot bowls were served, Xu Jing took the disposable chopsticks, peeled off the plastic and started eating.

"Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you." Wang Ke took a sip of soup and carefully checked his expression.

Fortunately, the other party did not have the habit of violence, and apart from the purple and blue corners of the lips and slightly swollen eyes, there was nothing else wrong with him.

There were a few strawberry marks on her neck, as if she'd been gnawed by a dog. Looking down through the white neck, I could see purple and blue marks. It seemed like last night was pretty wild.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mulan, you are so lucky." Wang Ke really envied Mulan for being favored by Mr. Mo San. Following him, not only would she have a good life, but she would also have hope in this life.

Xu Jing paused with his chopsticks and said calmly, "No, I was kicked out."

"Ah, how could I be dissatisfied?"

Damn it, it’s so rare for gold to have a top-notch piece of superior color, and Mr. Mo Sanye still doesn’t like it?

So what kind of girl does he like, the flirty kind?

Xu Jing shook his head, his eyes particularly confused. "He played with me all night yesterday and didn't pay me."

"Fuck." Wang Ke's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "That shouldn't be the case. You have the most beautiful face I've ever seen. Even if you accompany me for drinks, I can get tips. How can he do it for free?"

Xu Jing remained silent and just quickened his eating pace.

But in Wang Ke's view, he was turning grief into appetite, and he suddenly felt more sympathetic towards him.

Wang Ke patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, Brother Gaiming will introduce you to a good one."

"Brother Wang, can you lend me some money?" After seeing Wang Ke's gradually petrified face, Xu Jing added: "It's not much, lend me two thousand."

"How much?" Wang Ke couldn't hold back his expression, and almost overturned the small spicy hot pot table. "Who do you think I am? Tall, rich and handsome."

His monthly salary was only 5,000, and he didn't always get the commission from alcohol. Sometimes it was tens of thousands, and sometimes it was so low that he had to eat dirt. Asking him to pay 2,000 at once was like asking him to die.

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