Chapter 1777： Courageous enough to move Mr. Jiang!

Chapter 1777 is so courageous to move Father Jiang!

Watching the doctor say a few words to Jiang Yao, he left.

She gritted her teeth, turned her head, and looked at Qiao Nian not far away with full eyes.

...

Qiao Nian was still talking to Jiang Li with a calm attitude, and probably talked about Jiang Zongnan's follow-up question of seeking a doctor.

Jiang Li Anyway, she said that everything was fine, she had no objection at all.

Qiao Nian probably arranged for a doctor.

Just about to talk to Jiang Zongjin and let him go out to talk.

She also wants to know the specific situation this time.

At this moment, Qiao Nian's phone rang suddenly.

was from the Beijing Sanatorium.

Qiao Nian couldn’t help but twisted his eyebrows, half-closed his eyes, reached out and put the phone to his ear, very politely: "Hey."

There was almost noisy running sound on the other side of the phone, and the sound of ambulances, noisy, very lively.

Then she heard the person who called her panting and said to her: "Miss Qiao? Older Jiang is dead!"

Qiao Nian suddenly tightened her hand, her hand holding the phone bulged, and everyone in the corridor heard her cold voice: "What did you say?"

Jiang Yao, Jiang Zongjin, and Jiang Li all looked at her.

Even Qin Si and Zhang Yang who were chatting not far away looked in her direction.

Qiao Nian seemed to have not seen it. He took the phone and walked to the side with a very low voice, and asked, "What the **** is going on?"

Elder Jiang’s body has been much tougher recently, and his insomnia has improved a lot.

I happily told her not long ago that she would move out of the nursing home in a while and go home to live in.

Well, how can people fail!

Qiao Nian's fingertips are slightly cool, and the storm is swept under his eyes, and his dark eyes are thick, as if hiding a fierce beast that will rush out at any time.

"What's the matter?" She asked again.

Qiao Nian's voice sounded calmer this time.

But the more calm, the more representative the turbulent waves hidden under the calm.

The person on the other side of the phone took the time and finally found a chance to answer her, stuttering: "Someone sent a courier to the nursing home this morning, and it said Mr. Jiang received. We thought it was an ordinary courier and gave it to me. Old Jiang."

"Who knew there was a finger inside, saying... it was Miss Jiang's finger. Old Jiang couldn't stand the irritation for a while, his blood pressure soared, and he fell down at that time."

Qiao Nian squinted her eyes tightly.

Jiang Zongnan’s front foot was broken and three ribs were thrown in the abandoned factory. Someone on the back foot delivered the courier to Mr. Jiang. It was so dying and loaded with Jiang Xianrou’s finger...

What the other party wants to do, you can tell!

Those people just didn’t write the words arrogant and domineering on their foreheads.

She never wanted to care about Jiang Xianrou's troubles. Jiang Xianrou was not greedy enough to swallow the elephant, so she could not be punished excessively if something happened.

But those people shouldn’t be so arrogant that they would move Mr. Jiang.

She didn't expect those people to be so courageous. Knowing that the old man was in poor health, she sent the courier to the old man. Obviously, I want the life of the old man.

Looking for death!

There is no expression on Qiao Nian's face, but the surly all over her body is even worse. Her eyelashes droop slightly to cover her eyes, and her voice is dull: "I will be there soon."

Then she put her phone away, got up, paused, and said to the people who watched her call: "The nursing home called and said that the old man is in a coma, and I will go out to pick up people."

(End of this chapter)