"OK, don't get excited, Ruxue. I'll go with you, OK?" Ji Mufeng has been holding Ji Ruxue tightly. She can't bear to be wronged like this.
"Well!" Ji Ruxue nodded her head vigorously.
The two of them went to the advertising agency in person and asked them to print hundreds of copies of such paper. They pasted it in person, and they would not let it go anywhere. As long as it was visible, they would not stick it. Even if they were torn and torn by the police, they still pasted it, and they would not relax a bit.
In the ward, Ji Siyuan and Xiao Xiao have been sitting by Xiao Xixi's bed. They both turn over their mobile phones to see if there are answers they want under the microblog comments. However, Xiao Xiaofa's microblog has so many comments, but none of them is useful. Xiao Xiao almost threw his mobile phone on the ground angrily.
Almost all of the comments below are asking, whose child is that? Is it yours? Oh, my God! You are so young that you have children. I can't believe it. I can't believe it
They are all concerned about children, and they don't seem to see leukemia.
Xiao Xiao in the heart of the fire up, want to each of them severely slap.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. If it doesn't work, we'll think of another way. We can't be angry because of these unreasonable lives." Ji Siyuan is also very angry in his heart, but he knows that anger only wastes time and is useless at all. He can only keep it in his heart and comfort Xiao Xiao next to him.
"They are so hateful." Xiao Xiao frowned, a face full of wrinkles at this moment, very lovely.
Lin Xiaoxiao is lying on the hospital bed, looking at Ou Wenyang standing in front of the window and looking out of the window. There seems to be a little more sadness on his worried face, just like a prince of melancholy. It's tempting and heartbreaking.
"Nuanyang, why don't you go out and help Mufeng and Ruxue paste their advertising paper, otherwise we can't do it. After all, more people and more power." Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly said to Ou Wenyang.
"What do you do?" Ou Wenyang turns and looks at Lin Xiaoxiao.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I can do it alone for such a long time. Go ahead." Lin Xiaoxiao pretends to smile and says to Ou Wenyang.
"How can that work? I can't leave you alone. " Ou Wenyang put his hands in his pants pocket. His upper and lower lips were just ready to be illuminated by the sunshine outside the window.
"Why not? But if you don't go, I always feel like I'm dragging you down. You could have done your own business, but because of me, you have to stay in the hospital and can't be happy. " Lin Xiaoxiao lowers her head. She can't face the painful Ou Wenyang.
"Fool, how can you drag me down? I tell you, Ou Wenyang shook his head helplessly.
Now every moment, everyone is tweeting about Xiao Xixi's business. Xiao Xiao's Micro blog has finally been turned. Every day, Ji Mufeng accompanies Ji Ruxue to the street to see if anyone wants to tear up the advertising paper, but two weeks later, there is still no news