Chapter 2290

Alan was blocked by the relatives of the Cheng family. Cheng Xiaojun didn't see him, and he kept silent. Looking at the faces of the relatives of the Cheng family, it could be seen that Cheng Xiaojun was chilled by them.

These people didn't know Alan either. Seeing Cheng Xiaojun turned around and entered the ward and ignored them, these people walked past Alan muttering.

Allen heard Cheng Xiaojun's aunt questioning her husband while walking: "Did you secretly borrow a lot of money to Xiaojun behind my back? If she didn't transfer Cheng Yi Martial Arts School, where did she get the money to help Xiaohui perform surgery?"

Cheng Xiaojun's uncle and aunt were also guessing where Cheng Xiaohui got the money for the operation.

"You hold the economic power in our family, where did I get the money to secretly lend to Xiaojun?" Cheng Xiaojun's uncle said angrily.

He turned his head and asked Uncle Cheng's: "Is the Cheng Yi martial arts school still there?"

Uncle Cheng said: "It's still there, and it hasn't been transferred, but the landlord always wants to take back the house and has been arguing with Xiaojun for a long time. Now Cheng Yi Martial Arts has no income."

"Cheng Yi Martial Arts Hall was not transferred, so could it be that she sold their house?"

"Probably not. I really sold the house. Where do they live?"

"Then where did she get the money to do surgery for Xiaohui, and let Xiaohui live in a high-end ward. Those of us who are sick and hospitalized are reluctant to live in a high-end ward."

Alan heard the discussions of the Cheng family's relatives, and he sneered in his heart: If these people knew that the Xiaojun they looked down upon was the third young lady of the Mu family, what would their reaction be?

In the ward, Xiaohui asked his sister, "Have they all left?"

He is also very clear about the faces of his relatives.

Xiaojun tore off the film covering the fruits in the fruit basket, took out the fruits in the basket to have a look, and said: "A basket of fruits looks very nice, but many of the fruits inside are not fresh. There are so many of them. When someone came over, he gave this basket of fruit."

Those relatives in her family are a bunch of best

Xiaojun pulled over the trash can, and while throwing the fruit that looked good but was rotten inside into the trash can, he replied to his brother: "Let's go, don't go, why don't you stay here and wait for me to treat them to dinner? "

"Uncle gave me some money, but I didn't ask him."

Xiaohui saw his sister throwing the fruits in the fruit basket into the garbage, and asked with a bit of distress: "Are they all bad? Throw away so much. Only a little bit is broken. Cut off the bad part with a knife, and nothing is bad." The dropped ones are also edible."

"Brother, the fruit basket looks good, and it is covered with a layer of film. The bad ones are covered. You see, this big mango is soft. You don't need to look to know that the inside is broken. It's not edible. .”

"Isn't the fruit basket bought by Azhi pretty good?" Xiaohui never saw his sister throw fruit in the fruit basket Muzhi sent.

Xiaojun picked out the broken fruit, then took the basket of fruit aside, and kept the basket sent by Muzhi on the bedside counter, and she said: "He should have picked fresh fruit on the spot, and let The store packed it well, anyway, the fruit baskets he sent were all good, not as bad as the ones they sent."

"Boom boom."

There was a knock on the door.

Cheng Xiaojun got up to open the door, and when he saw Alan, Cheng Xiaojun staggered to let Alan's bodyguard push him in, and said, "Mr. Ai, your legs and feet are inconvenient, why are you here again?"

Alan motioned for the bodyguard to push him to Xiaohui's bed. He smiled and handed the insulated lunch box to Xiaojun, and said, "I've nothing to do anyway, so I came to see you. Do you need any help?"

"Xiaojun, I brought this from home, it's lunch for you and your brother."

Cheng Xiaojun put the two insulated lunch boxes on the bedside table, turned his back to Alan, and reached out to lift the lid of the lunch boxes. Cheng Xiaohui was a little annoyed that his sister didn't know how to decline Alan's kindness.

He could only say: "Mr. Ai, thank you for your kindness, we ordered a meal in the hospital."

Ai Lun smiled and said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Mr. Cheng, Xiaojun and I are friends. Don't worry about such a small matter." He didn't smell the food since he came in. Did not eat.

If you ordered a meal, now is the time to eat.

"Brother, I'll feed you some porridge." Cheng Xiaojun originally wanted to order takeaway, but since Alan brought it over, she accepted Alan's kindness unceremoniously. It's just a little food, how much favor can you owe?

The main reason is that her brother can only eat porridge now.

Cheng Xiaohui glared at his younger sister. Seeing that his younger sister didn't understand why, he was anxious. His younger sister was too rough. Mr. Ai obviously had feelings for his younger sister, and he still favored him. If Mu Zhi found out, it would definitely affect the couple. emotion.

That's not what Cheng Xiaohui wants to see.

"Brother, are your eyes uncomfortable?" Cheng Xiaojun was sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to feed her brother porridge. Seeing her brother staring at her for a while, and blinking for a while, she asked with concern, "Do you want me to call the doctor?" have a look?"

Cheng Xiaohui wanted to vomit blood.

"Brother is fine."

Cheng Xiaohui's words came with a sense of powerlessness.

When he gets better, he must talk to his sister in detail.

"Xiaojun, I'll help you feed your brother, you go and eat." Allen volunteered to feed Cheng Xiaohui porridge, and he was able to do such a small thing.

Cheng Xiaojun still didn't refuse Alan's help, and didn't ask his brother if he would like it, so he handed the insulated lunch box to Alan, who took it and fed Cheng Xiaohui with the porridge with a long spoon.

"I'll do it myself."

Cheng Xiaohui didn't want Alan to take care of him.

"Mr. Cheng, you can't sit up completely yet, and one hand is still infusing, let me take care of you." Alan insisted on taking care of Cheng Xiaohui, Cheng Xiaohui was helpless, and blamed himself for his poor health.

Looking at his younger sister, she was already sitting at the end of his bed with a lunch box in her hand, and she was eating with great relish.

Mrs. Ai, who was peeking outside, was a little worried. Does her son really like Cheng Xiaojun? But Cheng Xiaojun is already married, and he is not pretty, so no matter what, it is impossible for his son to like a woman like Cheng Xiaojun, right?

"Why didn't you see that young nurse?" Mrs. Ai suddenly heard her son's question

Cheng Xiaojun responded casually: "Which young nurse? What's your last name? There are many nurses here."

Allen stopped talking.

His original intention of saying this was to let his mother who followed him think elsewhere, so that he would not suspect Cheng Xiaojun, so that his mother would not interfere in Xiaojun's life.

Sure enough, Mrs. Ai laughed when she heard the conversation between her son and Cheng Xiaojun. The son really liked a nurse, and the son didn't know her name yet.

She has to see the nurses in the inpatient department. There are a few unmarried ones. She can check slowly and always find out her son's sweetheart.