"Teacher," he pointed to the back of his hand with the indwelling needle, and said pitifully, "My hand is so cold and it hurts."

It's not that I haven't had an indwelling needle, and I know that it's basically painless. He said this probably just to make me feel bad.

After being injured, I always felt that he became more and more squeamish, even more squeamish than egg yolks.

"It won't hurt to blow it." I reached out and carefully covered his hand holding the bottle, and put it in front of me to blow lightly.

Whether he really hurts or not is not that important to me, because I always treat it as if it were real.

On the other hand, Shang Muxiao is well aware of my weakness - I am always easy to be soft-hearted towards him, and I am happy to spoil him.

He squinted his eyes slightly as if enjoying himself: "What did my sister tell you?"

"Said she would give me ten million as long as I broke up with you."

"Do you want it?"

I looked up at him silently.

He smiled, "You should agree, so we don't have to worry about money for the rest of our lives." He glanced at my wheelchair, "You can buy a lot of spare batteries to keep the magic forever, and buy the best binoculars to see. Star."

When his hands were no longer so cold, I stuffed it into the quilt and replied, "That's right, you can still buy a new locomotive, a two million one."

Anyway, it's not really that 10 million is squandered at will, just talking about it, I will say it is expensive, I didn't expect Shang Muxiao to not want it.

"Don't buy a car that you can't ride in, just buy a small car that can pick you up and take you to and from get off work." He thought to himself, "This way the egg yolk can also ride."

He doesn't have a car now, so it's really inconvenient to move around. My car is only suitable for disabled people, so he can't drive it. Although it was his joke, I listened to it.

The next day, he went to the car dealership and chose a car for him, with the tax license plate attached, about 250,000. Just wait for him to leave the hospital and give him a surprise.

Chapter 71 If He Was A Girl

I haven't been in touch with my family for several months since the New Year's meal. Although he promised Shen Luoyu to find time to go home, but he kept putting it off, subconsciously putting this matter on the last item of all agency matters, and there are always higher priorities in life that surpass it, surpass it, and surpass it.

When Bei Yan called, I was in bed with me in the hospital. When I saw that it was him, I didn't avoid it, and picked it up in front of Shang Muxiao.

"Hello? What's wrong?"

Beiyan didn't seem to have expected me to answer the phone at all, and was taken aback by my voice, "Ah" before speaking for a long time.

"Brother..." he said timidly, "Saturday, can you come back? I...my birthday is that day."

I was stunned for a moment, remembering that it was indeed his birthday. In the past, even if I didn’t go home for dinner, I would send my birthday present home in advance, but I’ve been so busy these days that I forgot about it.

If any of my parents called, I could find an excuse to avoid going home for dinner. But to Beiyan, I really couldn't bear to refuse.

Children are always innocent, no matter how quarrelsome the adults are. And... I glanced at Shang Mu Xiao, who was carefully peeling the grape skins on the bed. Since some things are inevitable, instead of being embarrassed and broken like Yang Haiyang, it is better to confess earlier, or take the initiative in your own hands.

"Okay, got it. I'll be home on Saturday."

Bei Yan changed his timid tone, and his voice was full of joy: "Then it's settled, you can't lie to me!"

"Don't lie to you, I'll bring you a present back then."

He cheered: "Thank you brother, you are the best!"

A peeled grape was suddenly stuffed into his mouth. The flesh was sweet and sour, with a faint rose scent.

Although I love to drink wine, I don't usually like to eat fresh grapes. I always feel that the taste is too strange, but now Shang Muxiao personally presented it, and I had to accept this sweet fruit with his hand.

He watched me eat, with a satisfied smile on his face, leaned over and placed a kiss on my forehead, silently spit out the word "good", and started to peel off another.

"...Brother, how is the puppy?"

In a flash, he almost missed Beiyan's question.

"Well, it's pretty good." The scent of roses made my tongue fragrant. I clearly didn't like it, but now staring at the blue grapes in Shang Muxiao's hand, I couldn't help but have some expectations in my heart, "Its owner is right He's fine, he's happy now. Would you like to meet him? I can bring him to see you on Saturday."

"Really? I think, of course I do." Beiyan was excited, "Then come back early on Saturday, I'll wait for you!"

I hung up the phone, and before I had time to say a word, another grape came over.

Shang Muxiao said: "Although Yang Haiyang is stupid, the grapes in the store are quite good, sweet and big, and there are no seeds."

When Yang Haiyang and Shang Yunrou came to visit the patient, they brought a lot of fruits and health care products. Most of the fruit fell into Shang Muxiao's stomach. Because most of the health care products were calcium tablets and chicken essence, Shang Muxiao thought he couldn't use it at this stage, so he asked me to give it to those who needed it.

A day ago I didn't know where the people I needed were, but now I have direction. Reach out and don't hit the smiling face. After receiving the gift, my parents might just... be less angry.

"I'm going home on Saturday," I said, swallowing the grapes. "My brother's birthday."

Shang Muxiao nodded when he heard the words: "Well, I just heard, you have to bring the egg yolk over there."

"You eat by yourself, don't eat seafood, text me when you feel bored, don't drink, don't smoke, you know?"

He was hospitalized for three days. Except for a wound of about two centimeters on his forehead, which was not completely healed, there was no serious problem. Even the symptoms of concussion disappeared on the third day, and he could be discharged tomorrow.

"Got it." He held a grape and raised his hand to swear, "The grape is the proof, I will strive to be a good student and not let the teacher worry." After speaking, he threw the grape into his mouth.