The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Eating it is not the same thing.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

Hate, hate, hate.

But there was nothing else to eat, so Su Nanzhi could only reluctantly drink the porridge.

Although the side dishes didn't taste very good, the porridge was indeed delicious. Su Nanzhi felt that she could make another bowl.

Then Dr. Jiang told her: "You haven't eaten for a long time now, and your fever has just subsided. You can't eat too much, or you will feel sick to your stomach later."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

For so many years, being a patient is really not something one can bear.

It's too uncomfortable.

I can't even eat well, and the taboos almost make people forget the joy of food.

After Su Nanzhi finished eating, Jiang Xin checked her body again. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her that would kill her immediately, she packed up her food and ran away.

It looks like it doesn't look like working overtime, it can be said to be too real.

As for the fact that he was worried about whether his eldest cousin might develop an unknown relationship, forget it, who cares about the two of them.

After all, this thing can't be stopped.

I just hope his boss isn't the kind who picks up the bowl and stares at the pot.

——

Su Nanzhi's sudden illness came strangely, but it went away quickly.

In less than a day, she was alive and kicking again. After counting her fingers, she took her own guy to make money.

Zhao family.

The hostess has been recuperating in the hospital recently, maybe because of this, she looks extraordinarily deserted, and it is completely different from the last time Su Nanzhi came here.

A large vase was missing in the living room. It looked like it had been quarreled and broke. The so-called host was not at home either.

As for Mr. Zhao, he is not there either.

Zhao Qingheng seemed to deliberately clear everyone up.

"There is no one else in the house now, tell me, what's weird here?" Zhao Qingheng's foot injury has recovered well in the past two days, and he can already walk without crutches.

He did instigate everyone in the family to leave. At this moment, it feels a little weird to bring Su Nanzhi home alone.

Some kind of strange emotion is faintly taking root in the head of my heart.

Su Nanzhi looked at it for a week, and reached out to stroke the broken hair hanging down her forehead. Her hair is getting longer and longer now.

She dug out a small red cloth bag from the sofa interlayer in the living room.

Then he turned to Zhao Qingheng and said, "Where is your parents' room, take me to see it."

Zhao Qingheng pointed to something in her hand and asked, "What is this?"

Su Nanzhi looked back at the red cloth bag in her hand, and laughed: "It's nothing, when your father brought him back, someone accidentally stuffed it in."

Zhao Qingheng paused, "You mean, my dad brought other women home?"

Su Nanzhi: "Otherwise, your father stuffed these things in?"

This must be impossible.

Tiger poison does not even eat its seeds.

Zhao Qingheng is the appointed heir of the Zhao family. He has been trained for so many years, unless Zhao Qingheng is not a member of the Zhao family, his position is very solid.

"You mean, my dad not only brought the woman home, but also slept in his and my mom's room, right?" Young Master Zhao's mind suddenly brightened.

Su Nanzhi smiled slightly, without saying yes or no.

Zhao Qingheng understood everything.

Su Nanzhi also found a similar cloth bag in Zhao Qingheng's parents' room.

The two cloth bags were opened, and they were full of hair, long and short.