Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 143 Chapter 140 III. Young Master Song's most embarrassing moment in his life

Jiang Xiaying stomped her feet anxiously, but it was useless.

It's typical to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot. If you don't catch the adulterer, you invite a group of hooligans in. If Jiang Fusheng or Mr. Jiang find out about this, you have to take her skin off.

Jiang Xiaying had no choice but to turn her head to ask Jiang Chuchu for help.

"elder sister--"

Just as he was about to say something, Song Chuyi at the dining table suddenly fell down without warning.

Jiang Chuchu ignored her, walked to Song Chuyi's side in three steps at a time, squatted down, and patted his face.

"Song Chuyi, are you still alive?"

Song Chuyi opened his eyes, saw that Jiang Chuchu was worried, and at the same time, he automatically kept a certain distance from him, his dizziness became worse, and he pointed to his lower body with great effort.

"I'm not dead, but if you don't send me to the hospital... I might not be able to resist performing a live erotic here."

Jiang Chuchu firmly believed in this.

So for the sake of her own reputation, she didn't dare to pull him, so Jiang Chuchu suddenly stood up and looked up at a young man who was still standing in the middle of the living room. Unlike the crowd who were excited as if they had entered a free supermarket, he seemed Some at a loss.

Jiang Chuchu hooked his fingers at him.

The young man was taken aback.

She reached out and took out the wallet from her bag and threw it at him. The wallet drew a sharp arc in the air and landed in the young man's hand.

"Help me get this man into the car, these are all yours."

The young man was stunned, and quickly nodded in ecstasy. He responded with "hey, hey", put the wallet in his arms, trotted over, and picked up Song Chuyi who was propped up by gritting his teeth, like Carrying a sack, he carried it outside the door.

Jiang Chuchu followed behind.

Seeing that she was leaving, Jiang Xiaying was so anxious that she stopped calling her sister.

"Jiang Chuchu, where are you going! You are gone, what should I do here?"

Jiang Chuchu didn't turn her head back, her tone was relaxed, "Of course you took care of the people you brought."

Walking out the door, Jiang Xiaying's feeble reprimands sounded behind her.

After a lot of trouble, he was finally sent to a nearby hospital. Jiang Chuchu took out his card and reserved the most expensive ward and services. Song Chuyi was immediately taken to the VIP ward.

Song Chuyi's state was up and down, with occasional groans coming out of his mouth, and it was all sustained by perseverance. When a few nurses surrounded him to measure his blood pressure and take blood samples, they caught a glimpse of the place raised up, one by one. The little blush was almost the same color as Song Chuyi.

Young Master Song probably had such a time of embarrassment in his life, Jiang Chuchu wanted to sympathize with him when he saw his shame and anger, but couldn't help laughing as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Jiang Chu—en, Chu—"

Song Chuyi clenched the quilt tightly, unable to speak, and the two red clouds on his cheeks looked more intense.

He was hoarse.

"You are, this is to make me regret not doing you!"

"Oh, I'm so scared."

Jiang Chuchu shook her phone, confident, her expression became arrogant for no reason, and she didn't even think about saying it.

"I have already sent a text message to tell Wen Jiusi that I am here, and he should be here in a while. If you dare to kill me, do you think he will kill you?"

Having said that, Jiang Chuchu still coughed when she saw one of the little nurses who took Song Chuyi's blood sample, biting her lower lip from time to time and looking where she shouldn't from the corner of her eyes.

"I said how are you? It took so long to take a blood sample?"

(End of this chapter)