Chapter 222

First hospital.

Sun slightly drunk, when Zhou Manchun woke up again, it was nearly evening.

She opened her beautiful apricot eyes, the familiar smell of disinfectant rushed into the tip of her nose, Zhou man's face was tired and frowned, feeling dizzy and brain swelling, and her body was particularly tired.

Looking around, she was the only one in the ward. Zhou man felt as if he had fallen to the bottom of the valley. There was no Jin Beisen in the empty ward.

Zhou Manchun clearly remembers that before she was in a coma, she saw Jin Beisen driving back, and the feeling of hope was like a small fire in winter, giving off a fragile light, but it was soon extinguished by the snow.

With a slight sigh, Zhou Manchun sat up from the bed. She was in a mood of loss and stared at some light pink ceiling walls. Seeing the warm layout in the ward, she felt that it was probably VIP ward.

Suddenly, Zhou Manchun, who is looking away, finds a yellow post it note under the water cup on the bedside table. She quickly takes the water cup away and holds the post it note in her hand.

Zhou Manchun's beautiful eyebrows are more tightly wrinkled. She releases the post it note in the palm of her hand and gently smoothes the note.

The firm handwriting is standard regular script, and Jin Beisen's font is very good-looking. The lines of each word are extremely smooth and atmospheric.

There are a few words on the post it note: I went to the United States on business. It will take about a week. Let's separate for a while. Don't expect me to let you go. Wait for me to come back. The doctor said that you have heatstroke. As I said, you can't stop if you have heatstroke again. During this period, you can rest at home. I've asked for a good holiday for you at the hospital.

"Hum! What? " After reading the post it notes, Zhou Manchun mutters to himself that his anger, anger, grievance and heartache suddenly turn into tears.

Fortunately, Jin Beisen didn't really break up with her, or Zhou Manchun would break down sadly. Zhou Manchun was holding the post it notes, and some crumpled notes were raised a corner by her. She was thinking about something and could not help saying: Jin Beisen, you are a bad guy.

At the same time, in the blue sky, in a magnificent private plane, the man in a white shirt looks at the tablet computer in his hand, and his mouth is slightly raised.

Inside the tablet, a woman in a light blue suit is smoothing the corner of the paper. She holds the post it note affectionately and kisses it gently on the corner of her mouth.

Every move of the woman was broadcast live and reflected in the eyes of the man.

"Mr. Jin, why do you say that?" Uncle Zou sat next to Jin Beisen and stared at the tablet computer.

In order to make room for the two of them temporarily, Jin Beisen advanced his scheduled trip to the United States next month. The companies in the United States knew that Jin Beisen was coming ahead of time. They were unprepared, but they were also very happy. Jin Beisen was a very rich and generous gold owner.

"I don't know either." Jin Beisen's deep eyes never forget to stare at the tablet computer, and his eyes can't leave the woman in the picture for a moment.

Zhou Manchun loosened the buttons of her patient's clothes. The light outside the window was blazing. The weather of nearly 40 degrees made her collapse. Although the air conditioner was on in the ward, Zhou Manchun still felt uncomfortable. The thin sunlight was divided into stripes by the shutters. Zhou Manchun jumped out of bed and drew the curtains.

There is also a bag and her bag on the bedside table. There is a nude dress in the bag. The silk texture fabric is slightly cool on the skin. Zhou Manchun smiles unconsciously. Don't think about it. This skirt must be selected by Jin Beisen.

When I first met Jin Beisen, Zhou Manchun always thought that he was a fraternal person. How could he not have thought that he would be entangled with himself for such a long time? President Jin, a well-known JS international, was an infatuated person. No one would believe it.

Jin Beisen has a good eye. Every time he gives Zhou Manchun a skirt, Zhou Manchun likes it very much.

Zhou Manchun went to the door, locked the door and unbuttoned his coat one by one

Zou Shuyi, looking at Zhou Manchun on the tablet computer, was frightened and quickly put his hand over his eyes.

Jin Beisen said quietly, "turn your head."

His wife changes clothes, only he can watch!

Uncle Zou quickly stood up and took the initiative to sit in the back row with the bodyguards in black.

In the tablet computer, Zhou Manchun can be called the perfect figure. Jin Beisen has a panoramic view of Zhou Manchun. Zhou Manchun changes clothes quickly. After she changes clothes, she goes to the floor mirror to take a picture.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhou Manchun smiled a little, then walked quickly to the bedside table, picked up his mobile phone, walked to the landing mirror again, opened the mobile camera and took a picture.

Zhou Manchun walks back to bed with his head down, and his long fingers are jumping on his mobile phone.

Within seconds, Jin Beisen received such a wechat message on his mobile phone.

Beisen, thank you for choosing my skirt. I want to go home and stay for a few days, waiting for you to come back.

Jin Beisen raised the corner of his mouth unconsciously and quickly replied, "yes, but next Wednesday is mother Wang's birthday. Please accompany her.".

Zhou manchunnuo lips, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, thinking, yes, Wang Ma is still in the villa, how can she leave Wang Ma alone?

However, Zhou Manchun didn't go home for a long time. She hesitated and locked her eyebrows.

I see. I'll spend more time with mother Wang.

Jin Beisen's eyes were deep. His eyes jumped from the tablet computer to the mobile phone. He guessed what Zhou Manchun was thinking about. He replied: "you don't have to worry about mother Wang. She can take good care of herself and do what she wants to do without worry.".

Zhou Manchun smiles and stretches his eyebrows. His fingers type a word on his mobile phone: OK.

Out of the hospital, Zhou Manchun picked up his bag and went to the famous city garden.

On the way home, she called Mrs. Wang.

Wang Ma is buying vegetables and comes home. Hearing the phone ringing in the villa, she hurried to the phone, picked up the receiver and said politely, "Hello, hello."

"Wang Ma, it's me. Beisen is going on a business trip for a week. I'll go home for a few days. Can you do it alone?" Zhou Manchun is sitting in a taxi, looking out of the window through the glass at the endless stream of people, with a smile on his eyebrows.

"Of course I can. Miss Zhou, you can do what you want to do without worry. I'm so old. How can I not? Don't worry about me. " Wang Ma smiled happily and said that she was more or less lost. She had no relatives in the world and had already transferred all her thoughts to Zhou Manchun and Jin Beisen.