Chapter 2290: A group of best

Alan was blocked by the relatives of the Cheng family. Cheng Xiaojun did not see him. He remained silent. Looking at the faces of the relatives of the Cheng family, it could be seen that Cheng Xiaojun was chilled by them.
These people didn't know Ellen either. Seeing Cheng Xiaojun turned and entered the ward, they didn't pay attention to them anymore. These people whispered past Ellen.
Allen heard Cheng Xiaojun's aunt questioning her husband while walking: "Did you secretly borrow a lot of money to Xiaojun behind my back? If she didn't transfer Cheng Yiwu Hall, where would the money come to help Xiaohui perform the operation?"
Cheng Xiaojun's uncle and aunt are also guessing where the money for Cheng Xiaohui's surgery will come from.
"Our family's economic power is yours. Where can I secretly lend Xiaojun the money?" Cheng Xiaojun's uncle said angrily.
He turned his head and asked Uncle Cheng family: "Is the Cheng Yi Wu Hall still?"
Uncle Cheng said: "It's still there, and there is no transfer, but the landlord always wants to repossess the house, and has been arguing with Xiaojun for a long time. Now Cheng Yiwuguan has no income."
"Without transferring Cheng Yiwu Hall, could it be possible that she sold the house in their house?"
"It shouldn't. Really sold the house. Where do they live?"
"Then where did she get the money to help Xiaohui perform the operation, and let Xiaohui live in the high-level ward. Those of us who are sick and hospitalized are reluctant to live in the high-level ward."
All the talks of the relatives of the Cheng family were heard by Alan, and he sneered in his heart: What kind of reaction would these people have if they knew that Xiaojun whom they didn't look up to was the third grandmother of the Mu family?
In the ward, Xiaohui asked his sister, "Are they all gone?"
He also knows the faces of his relatives very well.
Xiaojun tore the film that envelops the fruit in the fruit basket, took out the fruit in the basket, and said, "A basket of fruit looks great, but many of the fruit in it are not fresh. There are so many of them. People came and gave this basket of fruit."
Those relatives in her family are the best
Xiaojun pulled the trash can and threw the fruit that looked so good that it was actually broken into the trash can, and answered his brother: "Go, don't go, is it possible to stay here and wait for me to invite them to dinner?" "
"Uncle gave me some money, I didn't want him."
Seeing her sister throw the fruit in the fruit basket into the trash, Xiaohui asked distressedly: "Are they all broken? Throw away so much. Only a little bit is broken. Cut off the broken part with a knife. What's dropped is edible."
"Brother, the fruit basket is looking good, and it is covered with a film. The bad ones are covered. You see, this big mango is soft. You don't need to look at it to know that it is broken and it is uneaten. ."
"Isn't the fruit basket bought by Azhi good?" With the fruit basket sent by Mu Zhi, Xiaohui didn't see his sister throwing fruit.
Xiaojun picked out the broken fruit and carried the basket of fruit aside, leaving the basket sent by Mu Zhi on the bedside counter. She said: "He should pick fresh fruits on the spot, and then let him The store packs it up, anyway, the fruit basket he sent is good, not as bad as the one they sent."
"Boom boom."
There was a knock on the door.
Cheng Xiaojun got up to open the door and saw that it was Ellen. Cheng Xiaojun staggered and let Ellen's bodyguard push him in. He said: "Mr. Ai, your legs are inconvenient, why are you here again."
Allen motioned to the bodyguard to push him to Xiaohui's bed. He smiled and handed the insulated lunch box to Xiaojun, and said, "I'm doing nothing anyway, so I will come and see you guys. Can I help you?"
"Xiaojun, I brought this from home, lunch for you and your brother."
Cheng Xiaojun put the two insulated lunch boxes on the bedside table, turned his back to Allen, and reached out to open the lid of the lunch box. Cheng Xiaohui was a little annoyed that his sister didn't know how to decline Allen's kindness.
He can only say: "Mr. Ai, thank you for your kindness. We ordered a meal in the hospital."
Allen laughed and said, "You haven't eaten yet? Mr. Cheng, Xiaojun and I are friends. You don't have to take this little thing into your heart." He hasn't smelled the food since he came in. Did not eat.
If you order a meal, it is now time to eat.
"Brother, I'll feed you some porridge." Cheng Xiaojun was thinking about ordering the takeaway. Now that Alan delivered it, she unceremoniously accepted Alan's kindness. It was just a little meal. How much favor could she owe?
Mainly because her brother can only eat porridge now.
Cheng Xiaohui glared at his sister and saw that his sister was unclear. He was anxious. His sister was too thick. Mr. Ai was obviously affectionate to his sister. He still brushed his favor in front of him. If Mu Zhi knew about it, it would definitely affect the couple. feeling.
That's not what Cheng Xiaohui wants to see.
"Brother, are your eyes uncomfortable?" Cheng Xiaojun was sitting on the edge of the bed, preparing to feed his brother to porridge. Seeing his brother stared at her for a while, and blinked for a while, she asked caringly, "Should I call the doctor over? Take a look?"
Cheng Xiaohui wanted to vomit blood.
"Brother is fine."
Cheng Xiaohui said this with a sense of powerlessness.
When he gets better, he must talk to his sister in detail.
"Xiaojun, I will help you feed your brother, you can eat it." Allen volunteered to feed Cheng Xiaohui to the porridge. He could still do this little thing.
Cheng Xiaojun still didn't refuse Allen's help, and didn't ask his brother whether he would like it, so he handed the insulated lunch box to Allen, and Allen took it and used a long spoon to scoop the porridge to feed Cheng Xiaohui.
"I'll do it myself."
Cheng Xiaohui didn't want Allen to take care of herself.
"Mr. Cheng, you can't sit up completely right now, one hand is still infusion, let me take care of you." Allen insisted on taking care of Cheng Xiaohui, Cheng Xiaohui was helpless, and blamed himself for his poor health.
Looking at his sister, she was already sitting at the end of his bed with her lunch box in her hand, and she ate with gusto.
Mrs. Ai, who was peeking outside, was a little worried, wouldn't her son really like Cheng Xiaojun? But Cheng Xiaojun is already married and he doesn't look pretty. No matter how his son is, he can't like a woman like Cheng Xiaojun, right?
"Why didn't you see that young nurse?" Mrs. Ai suddenly heard her son's question
Cheng Xiaojun responded casually: "Which young nurse? What's the last name? There are many nurses here."
Allen said nothing.
He said this sentence because he wanted the mother who followed him to think elsewhere, and would not suspect Cheng Xiaojun, lest his mother interfere with Xiaojun's life.
Sure enough, Mrs. Ai laughed when she heard the conversation between her son and Cheng Xiaojun. His son really liked a nurse, and his son didn't know what his name was.
She has to see the nurses in the inpatient department. There are a few unmarried nurses. She can check them slowly and always find her son's sweetheart.