Chapter 139: Yi Ling is sick (3)

Speaking, Jian Yumin hummed a song to Jian Yiling.
　　 Jian Yumin's voice is good, and singing is better.
　　 He picked up some lyrical singing, listening to him softly and affectionately.
　　 Jian Yiling doesn't have any musical cells, but she knows that this song is very good, like a warm current flowing into people's hearts.
After 　　 sang a song, Jian Yumin smiled and said to Jian Yiling: "Does it sound good? Is it eligible to charge?"
　　 Jian Yiling nodded and asked: "How much, money?"
　　 Jian Yumin was taken aback for a while, he just said casually, but his sister really asked him how much money was.
　　 How much does it cost? Jian Yumin costs hundreds of thousands to sing.
　　 Jian Yumin smiled, "My sister, let's give you a discount, eight yuan eight cents, auspicious numbers, fair prices, what do you think?"
　　 Jian Yiling nodded, and then reached out to ask Jian Yumin for his phone.
　　 "Don't play with your mobile phone while lying down, the mobile phone will hit your face in a while." Jian Yumin said.
　　 After Jian Yumin finished speaking, she looked at Jian Yiling's small face again, and compromised.
　　 Jian Yiling's other supplies were sent by the butler after Jian Yiling arrived at the hospital, including Jian Yiling's mobile phone.
　　 Then Jian Yiling added Jian Yumin's friend and sent him a red envelope.
　　 Jian Yumin opened the red envelope, and it was 8.88, which is a lot of money and not a lot of money.
　　 Jian Yumin looked at the red envelope and smiled happily.
　　 "Let's do this, my brother will sing a few more songs for you, so that my brother can make a lot of money when he comes down this morning."
　　 "Hmm." Jian Yiling agreed to the proposal.
　　 Jian Yumin continued to sing to Jian Yiling.
　　 Sing a song, and Jian Yiling sent him an 8.88 red envelope.
　　 When the old lady and the housekeeper came back, Jian Yumin had already received Jian Yiling's five red envelopes.
　　 Total income is 44.4.
　　 The old lady and the housekeeper brought a lot of food. There is indeed porridge, but there are also many other things.
　　 "Would you like white porridge or millet porridge?" Jian Yumin asked Jian Yiling.
　　 Now she can only give her some porridge. Her only choice is to choose between white porridge and millet porridge. She can only look at the rest. She has to wait for her to get better before eating the others.
　　 "Millet, porridge."
　　 After Jian Yiling's election, Jian Yumin raised Jian Yiling's bed a little, and then took a spoon to Jian Yiling's mouth.
　　 Jian Yiling was a little awkward, "Myself, eat."
　　 Jian Yiling had never had any experience of feeding her food before.
　　 "What if you can't hold it securely? If you spill it, it will be troublesome, or it is safer for me to feed you."
　　 Jian Yumin insisted that he feed Jian Yiling.
　　 Jian Yiling had no choice but to accept, and took small bites of the millet porridge Jian Yumin brought to her mouth.
　　 is feeding, Jian Shuwen, Warmth, Jian Yuncheng and Jian Yunnao are here.
　　 The old lady informed them.
　　 Warm and walked quickly to the bed, looking at Jian Yiling, who had a pale face on the hospital bed, warm and sad: "Xiao Ling, are you better yet?"
　　 The warm voice trembled slightly, and the tears in his eyes burst out unconsciously.
　　 Jian Shuhui and Jian Yuncheng stood at the door, their brows frowned.
　　 Jian Yunnao did not come in, he was asked by Jian Yuncheng to wait outside the door.
　　 Jian Yunnao, who was standing outside the door, looked at the situation in the room from a distance, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
　　 Some words of eldest brother Jian Yuncheng sounded in his ears.
　　 Mother’s tears, father’s melancholy, and...
　　 Jian Yunnao's gaze swept across Jian Yiling, did not stop, but still saw her pale little face.