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Zhao Jian came out of the tea room and was about to get in the car when his cell phone rang, and it was a strange number.

This number is a new number. She only told a few people she was close to, but she had no impression of this number.

Zhao Jian hung up without thinking. As soon as he stuffed his phone into his pocket, the phone actually rang again.

Zhao Jian frowned and picked it up. She wanted to see who the other party was.

As soon as I answered, a familiar voice rang out, "gar, I didn't expect you to answer my phone number."

Zhao Jian paused, and disgust immediately surged into his heart, "Why are you? Why do you have my number?"

Zhao Cheng smiled softly at the other end of the phone, "I have your number."

Zhao Jian was about to hang up the phone immediately, and Zhao Cheng said again: "Come and see me. He called me so badly. Don't you want to come and see it with your own eyes?"

"In no mood!"

"A cruel woman." Zhao Cheng took a breath, "Since you don't come, I have to talk to Ji Rufeng about the past few years. I think he must be very interested in our affairs."

"Zhao Cheng, you're a bastard!"

"Building 2, Royal Hospital, 1809, I'll wait for you."

The phone suddenly hung up, but Zhao Jian was so angry that she almost dropped her cell phone. She gritted her teeth and clamored in her chest, hoping to catch Zhao Cheng and beat him up again.

She could tell Ji Rufeng that she did not kill anyone, but how could she tell Ji Rufeng that she was almost given to her by her half-brother several times...

The Royal Hospital is grand and elegant, with a traditional classic British decoration style, which is very grand. However, Zhao Jian is not in the mood to appreciate this beauty.

Before going upstairs, Zhao Jian looked at everything on his body, confirmed that he did not carry any dangerous items, and was sure that he would not beat Zhao Cheng to death on impulse. Zhao Jian then walked upstairs.

Standing outside Room 1809, Zhao Jian did psychological construction for a while before pushing the door in.

The room was not a luxurious presidential suite, but a very ordinary ward. The last time I came to Zhao Weizheng's ward, it looked like this.

The Zhao family is really out of money. The 20 million that Ji Rufeng gave last time was taken away by the old man. It is said that no pound was given to others.

An ordinary ward has white walls and white roofs, and a separate bathroom with no one to take care of.

As soon as Zhao Jian entered the door, Zhao Cheng smiled, "Are you here?"

He was covered with a lot of gauze all over his body, but there was no tube inserted on his body at this time. His arms, which were not good enough, were hung up again and their legs were also raised. The only thing he liked was probably the face that had been better in the past two days.

Zhao Jian snorted, walked forward and stood beside him, "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Cheng stared at her with a wrong eye, with a strong smile on his face, "I didn't expect that one day you will really come to see me."

"Pretend less warmth and say something quickly!"

&nbsbsbgar, can't we sit down and say something?"

He pressed a button beside the bed, and the bed rose, and he pointed to the table with another moveable finger, "I have someone prepare some fruit, you can try it."

Zhao Jian glanced at grapes, blueberries, apples, kiwis, etc., and almost all you can see on the market was a large table. Those who didn't know thought they would offer it.

She stood there without moving, putting her hands in her pocket, "Thank you, no need."
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