The group pet is three and a half years old: don't delay my mother's exam to Tsinghua Univ

Chapter 679

Fu Jingan didn't even raise his head, and said with little interest, "I won't go."

He has no interest in conservatory.

Unless Tang Tang is in the Conservatory of Music, he will often run there-but this is absolutely impossible. Tang Tang guesses where in Huaguo he is going to visit mountains, play water, eat melons and watch operas at this moment.

The fat man sighed deeply, and persuaded like an old lady: "Boss, you can't stay in the hospital forever. I heard from the little Chinese doctor that your bones have recovered a long time ago, and you can be discharged from the hospital. Why are you always Staying in the hospital? You can't fall in love with the beauty of the little Chinese doctor, can you?"

The last time Fu Jingan was accidentally involved in a car accident, two of his ribs were broken, and some bone dregs pierced into his heart. He vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, Bock Academy has the best medical team in the world, and the school hospital spent huge manpower and material resources to rescue Fu Jingan from the brink of death.

The little Chinese doctor is in charge of daily recuperation for Fu Jingan.

Looking up and seeing each other every day, the fat man even began to suspect that his boss stayed in the hospital because he fell in love with the beautiful little Chinese doctor.

Fu Jingan rolled his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, the little Chinese doctor belongs to my elder brother."

The fat man froze for a moment, raised his thumbs up in admiration, and said half-jokingly, "As expected of the boss, he dared even touch your eldest brother's woman."

Fu Jingan looked over quietly, his eyes were like knives.

The fat man rubbed his head awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject: "Boss, you can't stay in the hospital all the time. When you have time, you can walk around the school and look at the flowers and grass. It's all about exercising and cultivating your sentiments. By the way, tomorrow is the Conservatory of Music In the finals, the students from the Conservatory of Music are not very good, but singing and playing the piano are still very nice, why don't you go to the live music tomorrow?"

Fatty really wanted the boss to leave the hospital for a walk and breathe fresh air.

The annual grand ceremony of the Conservatory of Music is open to the whole school, which is equivalent to a free concert.Many teachers and students from all over the school will come to the scene to listen to the beautiful music.

The fat man was enthusiastic and patient, and he followed the temptation: "Boss, it's time for you to exercise. I see that your eight-pack abs are almost shrinking into one piece. Girls like men with abs."

Fu Jingan thought for a moment.

It seems that I have not exercised recently, and I have gained a few pounds in weight.

He should find time to exercise well, have good looks and figure, so that Tang Tang can look at him more.

"Okay, I'll go to the Conservatory of Music tomorrow to have a look."

Just take a walk.

The fat man's eyes sparkled, and he nodded excitedly: "Okay, then I'll go to the Conservatory of Music first!" The fat man ran out of the ward in a hurry, the fat all over his body trembling with his running movements, rolling like meatballs Get out of the hospital and roll to the hall of the Conservatory of Music.

He came to the Conservatory of Music, not alone, and brought two small followers to support the venue.

After all, Fatty is a student of the School of Computer Science, and the School of Computer Science is affiliated to District B, and Fatty is the most conspicuous dog leg next to the boss of District B.The last time there was a group fight between Area B and Area C, Fatty also kicked several boys from the Physical Education Institute away.

Today is for business, personal grievances aside.

When the fat man came to the gate, he was surprised to find that the solid wooden door had been kicked to the ground, and there seemed to be footprints in the center of the door.Fatty was startled in secret, stepped through the gate and entered the arena, and shouted loudly: "Who suspects that there is something wrong with the music evaluation software I made, Fatty? Come out and get beaten—cough cough, come out and tell me."

The voice was loud, and the students in the concert hall looked over one after another.

　The story of the little Chinese doctor and brother Fu Jingan will unfold later.

　　The little Chinese doctor is the daughter of the heroine in my other book [Four-year-old little cute baby blows up the audience]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)