C65 Be Addicted to Being a Matchmaker

"It would be better if you died from the pain." Ling Ling rubbed her shoulder which had gone numb from the pillow, "Did you know that I was scared to death when I arrived at your house?" I thought you were dead! What do you say you drink? You drink when you drink, what are you doing when you're drunk? He doesn't know how to order takeouts? The pain won't kill you. The doctor said to take care of you. "

Jiang Wenshu glanced at his hand and felt his scalp go numb. "It really did hurt. Why didn't I feel it just now?"

"Nonsense, you're drunk. You probably don't even know how you got to the hospital."

"I really don't know." She smiled. "I just remember that you kept begging me in my ear not to die."

"Still laughing."

"By the way, I almost chopped myself off. You didn't tell anyone else, did you?"

Ling Ling hesitated for a moment, "Then …" "Just now, Ji Lang called me and asked me where I was. I said that I would accompany you in the hospital, then he said …"

The following words were no longer important. If Ji Lang knew about this, then it meant that Fu Yuan also knew about it.

She covered her face and sighed. "How embarrassing. I almost lost my hand when I cut the vegetables."

"Quite a disgrace."

A male voice suddenly rang out. Jiang Weishu released his grip and saw Fu Yuan standing in front of him.

"Big brother …" Ling Ling stepped aside and glared at the Ji Lang behind him.

"Why drink?"

Jiang Wenshu lowered his head to look at the floor tiles beneath his feet. His voice weakened as he said, "If you want to drink it, then drink it."

"Why aren't you cutting off the remaining few when you're drunk and still cooking?"

His tone was harsh and the first sentence did not sound like a joke. Ji Lang pulled at him from the side, "Old Fu …" "How can you say that? Good, good, good. Little Jiang, you didn't do that on purpose."

"Why didn't I say it properly?" His eyes fell on her gauzy right hand. "You want to get into a relationship with your boyfriend and get drunk?"

Jiang Wenshu looked up at him, his eyes filled with doubt. "Who said that?"

"Who else needs to be said? Otherwise, what are you drinking? "

"No reason." She looked away and said, "I'm not in a relationship, I'm in a good mood. I want to drink two cups, but I accidentally drank too much. I'm already an adult, how can I be controlled by others if I drink some wine?"

"Adults almost cut themselves to pieces when they drink alcohol?"

She jumped to her feet, "You must have come specifically to tease me, right? Who hasn't been surprised? This is an accident, alright? "

How did they get into an argument? Ji Lang quickly went up to be the peacemaker and pulled Fu Yuan away, "What happened to you today? How can you be so aggressive with your words? "Is that how you talk to a patient?"

She didn't know what he was feeling when Ji Lang told him that Jiang Wang had broken his wrist. He was so anxious that he forgot to bring his car keys. He caught a taxi to the hospital and saw her sitting in the corridor.

Two hours ago, Meng Fan had sent him a message saying that he saw Jiang Wenshu pulling and pulling on a man who seemed to be pestering her. Meng Fan didn't know if the two of them were a couple or not.

He wanted to call her and ask her about it, but after a moment's thought, he decided against it. She didn't like it when he cared too much about her.

Who knew how much time had passed, and after hearing that she had cut her own hand off when she was drunk and cooking, she thought it was because of her love.

He didn't get angry after getting into such a state for a man, and even coaxed her to do it again?

However, the others didn't know what kind of rage he was in, and Jiang Wenshu was even more clueless. He had rushed over in full force just to scold her, what a pleasant surprise.

"I'm fine now. It's a waste for you to come all the way here in the middle of the night. Hurry up and rest. I'm going home too."

She walked around him, arms crossed, toward the elevator.

Ling Ling Ling took his bag and chased after Fu Yinan. He turned around and saw Fu Yinan looking in his direction.

In all these years, Ji Lang had never seen Fu Yuan and Jiang Wangshu blush.

He was also confused, "What kind of evil fire did you make today?"

Fu Yu An sat in the corridor and took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket. Just as he was about to light it, the nurse stopped him. "You can't smoke in the hospital. You have to smoke outside."

He stood up with the lighter in his hand and the cigarette holder in his teeth.

Ji Lang followed, "You just said that Little Jiang girl had an argument with her boyfriend. Didn't she break up with you? Where's the boyfriend? "

"How would I know?" After exiting the hospital, he lit up his cigarette, blew out a mouthful of smoke, and sneered, "Don't you think that she is becoming more and more unwilling to deal with me now? This child is too old, and has one thought a day in his heart. He can no longer control it. "

"You talk too much. Little Ginger knows what's good for you. She has matured and doesn't want to rely on you anymore. I'm afraid I'm going to burden you."

"How did she know she was my burden?" He flicked the ash off his cigarette, "Mature? "Heh …" "What a little girl."

Ji Lang asked him for a cigarette and lit it, then sighed and said, "Isn't this great? You passed it, he passed it. In the future, when you get married, the two families will leave as relatives. When she gets married, the child can call you uncle. How nice is that."

Fu Yu An squinted and put the cigarette away. "I'll go take a look."

"Where to?"

He suddenly remembered that he did not have a car, so he slapped Ji Lang to death and said, "Just nice, give me a bit."

Ji Lang felt that he was just here to be a laborer. As the car drove to Jiang Wenshu's apartment building, Ji Lang didn't know the floor number and sent a message to Ling.

Looking at the message, Ling Ling replied, "She's asleep."

Fu Yuan turned his head and saw the message on Ji Lang's phone. He closed his eyes and said, "Forget it. I'll come back tomorrow."

Another message came in. It was the number sent by Ling Ling. Ji Lang nudged him with his elbow, "I really don't want to go up and take a look."

He lifted his wrist and looked at his watch. It was three in the morning. She should be tired after all this time. She wasn't going to work tomorrow anyway.

"Forget it, let her sleep. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Everyone is here."

"Come back tomorrow."

Ji Lang scolded him, "You are really something. If you want to go, you have to wait until tomorrow. If you can spend even a little bit of your time on other women, your girlfriend will take you home."

"Are you addicted to being a matchmaker?"

"Damn, I'm not saying anymore. It's not like I can't find a girlfriend."

He turned around and said to Jiang Wenshu, who was lying on the sofa, "I think Big Bro is just too worried about you. The depth of your love and the depth of your blame, if you were to let your mother know, you would also have to point at your nose and scold you. Maybe I'll even be able to hit you a few times."

"Why does he think I have a boyfriend?"

"Yes," Ling Ling Tian was also curious, "You have a boyfriend, so I'm sure I'm the first one to know about it. I don't even know about it, so why would Big Bro say such a thing?"