The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

The little flame was so anxious that it jumped out of Su Nanzhi's spiritual consciousness, brought out a circle of burning fire, and then jumped on Su Nanzhi's body.

Those fires didn't burn anything, but looking at how strong it was, one could tell how uncomfortable Su Nanzhi was now.

Although Little Huo Miao has only a child's IQ, it knows one thing, and when it encounters problems, it needs to ask an adult to solve the problem.

Its owner is dying.

Little Flame cried so that sparks flew everywhere.

Suddenly, it saw the Buddhist bead on Su Nanzhi's neck, as if it had suddenly found a savior, its chubby body jumped over like this.

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Jiang Beiyu worked for He Jingchuan for free all morning, and went back to Jiang's house in the afternoon.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Beici who was carefree sitting on the sofa playing games.

Jiang Beiyu: "?"

Just holding the phone, he opened it and took a look.

Wednesday.

"What are you doing at home? No classes?"

There was a bigger black question mark on Jiang Beici's head: "Brother, didn't you see that my hand was injured? It's in a plaster cast!!"

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyu twitched the corners of his mouth: "I thought you were cosplaying, you're already in a cast, and you're still so physically disabled to play games with both hands."

Jiangbei Ci: "..."

Second Young Master Jiang skipped class last night to play basketball with others, but he got off to a bad start. Not long after the game started, he was tripped by someone and fell to the ground. He missed his handsome face and dropped his left hand.

Later, he was replaced and went to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment. He continued to play the next game and lost without accident.

Jiang Bei also let the school know about Jiang Bei's resignation from evening self-study, which meant that his dear father, Jiang Jinshen, also knew about it.

danger!

Jiang Beici had a thick plaster cast, and was brought back from the hospital by Director Jiang, who had missed a shareholder meeting. Because of his injury, he still owed his parent's mixed doubles for the time being, but the school's 3,000-word review escaped but.

His own father said, after the review is finished, read it to him again.

It is conceivable that Second Young Master Jiang is in so much pain right now.

It was too painful to live, and it happened that Chairman Jiang rushed to work again in the morning, so Jiang Beici decided to do something pleasant for his body and mind.

He held up his mobile phone brazenly and said, "Little trash, even if Dad cuts off his hand, he can torture you to death!"

Indeed, but this sentence was said a second before his brother entered the door.

Some people used to be kings, and later, his brother came home.

Jiang Beiyu: "Did you win the game?"

Jiang Beici: "I won, who am I, how could your brother lose?"

Jiang Beiyu nodded, and then ordered a servant casually: "Come here and take away Second Young Master's mobile phone, so don't tire him out."

Jiangbei Ci: "!!!"

"Brother, brother, are you really my own brother?!" Second Young Master Jiang complained, clutching his heart.

It happened that Aunt Huang, who had been busy in the kitchen all morning, came over with something hot: "Second young master, come here quickly, Madam specially told me to make you stewed pig's trotters with soybeans to complement your shape, so hurry up and take advantage of it." Eat hot."

Aunt Huang looked up and found Jiang Beiyu, "The young master is back too, why don't you come over and eat some, I've stewed it for a long time, it's delicious."

Jiang Beiyu came back after eating, and He Jingchuan asked him to come to work for free, so he wouldn't even be without food.

He pulled his collar slowly: "No, Aunt Huang, let's leave it for Xiaoci, remember to supervise and let him eat more."

Jiangbei Ci: "?"