Intercepting the Boyfriend When he Was Young

Chapter 17

People who fall ill will have much weaker willpower. Xia Chuo said a few words and felt tired. The doctor walked in, saw Xia Chiu-chuo, touched her head and said, “It’s hot, take your temperature.”

After speaking, the doctor directed Jiang Huai’an: “Are you her classmate? Help her talk to the teacher, and then call her home. It doesn’t matter if it’s burning like this.”

For the first time, Jiang Huai’an nodded so well, and after asking for her dad’s call with Xia Chuo, he went out and called Xia Yuanbao.

When Xia Yuanbao heard that Xia Chiu Chiu was ill, he didn’t care that it was a boy who was calling, so he hurried over.

After the phone call, Jiang Huai-an sat next to Xia Chiu-chuu, guarding her infusion. Xia Chiu-chuo burned a little confused, but Jiang Huai-an tucked the quilt for her, but she suddenly held her hand.

“Huai’an,” she whispered, “I miss you so much.”

Jiang Huai’an was taken aback for a moment, her tone was too intimate, and he knew immediately that she was not talking to him.

Without knowing what it was like for a moment, he pursed his lips and pulled his hand out of her, stubbornly not speaking.

Leaning on his palm, Xia Chuchu made a hoarse voice, and slowly asked him, “How are you doing? Did someone bully you? Have you paid for your tuition? I’m here, so don’t be afraid.”

As she said, she rubbed his palm, as if she had said everything she wanted to say at this moment.

“I’m here, no matter how good you are, I’m here.”

Jiang Huai’an couldn’t understand what she meant.

He just lowered his eyes and pulled his hand away from her palm.

She frowned, but he did not say a word, firmly, without any words, and pulled his hand away.

Everyone has self-esteem, and Jianghuai An is especially so.

Song Zhe said before that he is like a peacock, narcissistic and proud.

So he couldn’t tolerate it, and he lived in the shadow of anyone.

Xia Chiu was aware of Jiang Huai’an’s departure, but she did not force it. She closed her eyes and was immersed in her dream.

Jiang Huai An guarded for a while, and Xia Yuanbao came.

He rushed into the infirmary anxiously, and said anxiously: “Where’s Tweet? How is Tweet?”

“Uncle.” Jiang Huai’an stood up and gave way to Xia Yuanbao: “Xia Chiu is here.”

Xia Yuanbao pounced on the hospital bed and began to say anxiously: “My son! Baby! You answer Dad!”

“Uncle,” Jiang Huai’an frowned, “She needs a rest.”

“Oh,” Xia Yuanbao raised his head and turned to look at Jiang Huai’an: “This classmate, are you?”

“My name is Jiang Huai An,” Jiang Huai An replied politely, and said with Xia Yuanbao: “Uncle, I have something to deal with, please take good care of tweeted, I’ll go now.”

Xia Yuanbao nodded, and turned to look at Xia Chiu Chiu who was on the hospital bed. After Jiang Huai An left, he remembered, no, why is Xia Chiu Chiu’s body scars? Who fought?

After Jiang Huai An went out, he ran towards the basketball court and dialed Song Zhe’s phone while running: “Old Song, the game is over?”

“Aren’t you **** nonsense?”

Song Zhe was making a lot of noise over there: “It’s over early, we’re celebrating our work, how about Xia Chiu? Where are you?”

“Where is Jiang Sigou?”

“Hey, Wu Yi is looking for someone to stare at. He is still at school now.”

“Call Master,” Jiang Huai An turned around and walked to the school door: “Follow me to block people.”