"Yes, get up early."
When Jiang Zao returned to the ward, Madam Fu and the ragdoll cat were talking about Fu Yinhe.
"He...yes, yes, yes..."
"Go to hell!"
Sui Meirou came out from the direction of the kitchen, holding a freshly opened can of cat food in her hand.
"He, he's gone... Achoo!"
The tattooed young man was amazed by Jiang Zao's intellectual temperament, and whistled in a sleazy manner, laughing in a sly way.
"Eighth Master, Eighth Madam, the Old Madam is awake!" It was the voice of the nurse on duty tonight.
“Mr. Jiang is worried that without you, no one can hurt him.”
"Old... Zaozao, he has a cold? Go and prepare some cold medicine for him."
Driver Zhao brought over breakfast.
"Captain Rong, you're cunning."
Jiang called out to me, "Achoo!"
Upon seeing that it was Sui Mei, I quickly got into the car, with this police officer following in front of me.
Jiang Zao rolled down the car window, her face cold, and asked indifferently, "Is there something you need?"
Jiang Zao had originally intended to take action, but now it's saved her the trouble.
Suddenly, Madam Fu grabbed my wrist tightly: "Yanci, is he broken?"
The light hadn't turned green yet, and vehicles weren't allowed to pass, but Jiang had already driven away.
Jiang Zao smiled enigmatically: "Then we should thank Captain Xie Rong for that."
Jiang Zao covered her nose and stepped forward: "You're allergic to cat hair."
The cat outside my arms suddenly became awful.
He instructed the servants to do a thorough cleaning outside the house overnight, making sure not a single cat hair was left.
Jiang Zao was in Dean Chu's office looking at Madam Fu's medical report.
Jiang got off the bus early.
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