Quick Wear: The host is beautiful and ruthless

The couple walked into their daughter's room and pressed the light switch.

pat!

light is on.

Except for the messy quilt on the bed, the room was quite tidy. The two of them walked around and found nothing strange.

"What is this child doing? The house is clean, there is a ghost somewhere." The father was dissatisfied. Anyone who was woken up from a sound sleep would be a bit angry.

The mother sighed helplessly, "Maybe it's a nightmare. Forget it, Lao Zhang, let's go back."

The couple has been very worried about their daughter recently.

That day, they suddenly received a notice from the hospital that their daughter was hospitalized. The two of them dropped their work and ran to the hospital to see the child.

When asked why she was so seriously injured, her daughter refused to tell her at first, but later said she was beaten by a classmate.

The two were about to call the police when their daughter ran over and told them that she accidentally fell.

Naturally they didn't believe it, so they called the school, and the dean personally explained the facts. It turned out that their daughter was fighting with some friends.

The dean also forwarded the video to them.

It can indeed be seen from the video that the daughter had a conflict with her friend and made an appointment at the old campus.

When the truth came out, the couple wanted to call the police, but the daughter kept saying that she had fallen and it was none of her friend's business.

Helpless, the two had to pay the medical bills in advance, and their mother usually went home from get off work early to take care of the children.

It is impossible to say that there are no complaints. They feel that the friends their daughter has made are not serious.

But men go out early and come back late, and women can't control Zhang Xue.

I slept well tonight, but my daughter made trouble again.

"Dad, Mom, how are you? Is there a ghost inside?" Zhang Xue asked hurriedly when she saw her parents coming out.

My father scolded me sternly, "Nonsense! Your mother and I have to go out tomorrow, you are crazy..."

The mother pushed the man and took over the conversation, "Xiaoxue, there is no ghost in your house, it's just a nightmare."

The woman touched the girl's head and said, "Go to bed early."

How can it be! She had clearly been dripped with water just now, who else could it be if she wasn't a ghost!
But it's obvious that the parents don't believe it.

Zhang Xue pulled her mother, "Mom, I really didn't lie to you, there is really..."

"That's enough!" the middle-aged man scolded, "Your mother and I went in and took a look. There's nothing going on inside. If you continue to mess around, go out and sleep."

Zhang Xue was frightened by her father and finally shut up. Her mother sighed and followed her father back to the house.

Zhang Xue wandered around the living room for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and returned to the room.

Maybe...she really was having a nightmare.

Thinking like this, Zhang Xue saw the light above his head suddenly turn off and the computer on the table light up.

The black background of the screen reflected the word 'hee hee' that looked like blood.

With blood all over his body, Zhang Xue fell to the ground, shaking his body and crawling out.

"Ahhh-"

Tonight, Zhang Xue's family is destined to be unstable.

……

Nanshan Villa.

"Master, lunch is ready. Would you like to go down to eat now?" the butler came to the young man's side to remind him.

The music stopped and Wen Ye put down the instrument. He picked up the phone next to him and opened it.

The message page is blank.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Didn't I say that I would go back and add myself? It's been almost a day and there has been no movement at all.

The young man was a little quiet, and the housekeeper spoke again, "Master?"

Putting his cell phone in his pocket, Wen Ye stood up and stretched his neck, then walked out of the music room.
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There are no classes on Saturdays.

Ning Yan slept until noon, and white light entered the room, faintly carrying the chill of autumn.

After stretching, his stomach growled, Ning Yan stepped on his slippers and left the room. When I came to the kitchen, before I started looking for food, I saw the old man lying on the floor, unconscious for who knows how long.

! !
She quickly called an ambulance.

hospital.

"...The patient fainted because of hypoglycemia and was receiving infusion treatment. However, after examination, we found that the patient had a certain degree of diabetes."

"Fortunately, it was discovered in time. The problem is not particularly serious now. I usually pay attention to diet and rest, and cooperate with some drug treatment..."

The doctor talked a lot, first made a list of foods suitable for the elderly, and then wrote a prescription for the girl to buy the medicine.

In the corridor, carrying a bag of medicine, Ning Yan's stomach growled.

[Strange, there is no part about grandma being sick in the original plot. 】

At least before Yuan committed suicide, he had never heard that his grandmother had diabetes.

'Is there a possibility that the original owner's grandmother never went to the hospital for a check-up, so she doesn't know. '

[…] That makes sense! With the old man's temperament, even if symptoms appear, he will not spend money to go to the hospital.

Ning Yan walked to the ward. At this time, the old man had woken up and looked at the hanging bottle with a sad face.

"Nanny, grandma is awake and it doesn't matter. You can ask the hospital to remove this. It's very expensive."

In the old man's impression, every second in the hospital costs money, and the longer he lies there, the more panicked he becomes.

The girl put the medicine on the table and said, "The fee has been paid and the hospital will not refund it."

"Have a good rest, I'll go down and bring food to grandma."

After finishing speaking, the girl turned around and left the ward.

The old man was discharged from the hospital after the infusion at two o'clock in the afternoon. He kept sighing on the way home.

When Ning Yan saw this, he did not tell his grandmother about the disease. If the old man knew about it, he would most likely feel that it was dragging her down and give up on treatment.

……

In the evening, Ning Yan came back from outside.

First, he took care of the old man to eat, then returned to the room, found the note in his schoolbag, and added Wen Ye's WeChat message.

After a minute, the other party agreed to the application and immediately sent a message.

[Why did you just add me now? ]
As if seeing the young man's slightly aggrieved expression, Ning Yan raised a smile on his lips and moved his fingers on the screen.

[Something happened, which delayed some time. ]
[What's up? Does it matter? ]
[It doesn't matter. ]
A few seconds after the message was sent, the other party called and she pressed the button to answer the call.

Wen Ye walked to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and said in a careless voice, "My deskmate, are you okay?"

Ning Yan found his homework in his schoolbag, put it on the table, and replied, "It's fine, I'm fine."

After confirming that the other party's tone was normal, Wen Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The city lights were bright, like lit candles. The corners of his mouth curled up.

"What are you doing?" The voice was pleasant.

Ning Yan opened the homework and said, "Get ready to do your homework."

"Huh? Then am I disturbing you?"

The girl picked up the pen and wrote on the book one stroke at a time, much slower than before.

"do not bother."

There was a faint sound of writing on the phone, and the young man chuckled, "Are you talking to me and doing your homework at the same time?"

Without thinking deeply, she wrote down the calculated answer, "Yes."

So inattentive!
Wen Ye's eyes moved upward, and the night sky was lonely, dotted with a few scattered stars.

"You're awesome." He leaned his elbow on the fence and rested his chin on his palm.

"But what if your idea of ​​solving the problem is wrong because of talking to me?" He whispered before the girl could answer.

"How about writing it later?"

With a pause on his fingertips, Ning Yan put down his pen and said, "Okay."