The Superstar Little Brother-in-Law and The Social Butterfly Big Sister-in-Law (61)
Bai Weiwei hurriedly retorted, “No, it’s just we were once a husband and wife, since I saw him so down I should also help out a little.”
He Nanxi’s heart was still not at ease, “Really?”
Bai Weiwei assured, “Really.”
He Nanxi didn’t believe it, but he couldn’t blatantly ask her not to take care of him.
Bai Weiwei said, “I’m about to arrive, see you later.”
The phone hung up. He Nanxi maintained the posture of speaking on the phone for a long time, the grievance in his eyes growing more intense.
He took a deep breath, but was unable to hold back the sour feeling in his heart.
Then he dialed the phone and called the Domestic Service Center, “I’m looking for some caregivers, five or more.”
His brother really needed someone to take care of him.
But, why must it be Bai Weiwei?
Who knew if taking care of him would rekindle old feelings.
He knew his brother best, his brother’s specialty was picking up girls.
Also liked to lie to others.
He was afraid that she had been deceived again.
He Nanxi stuffed his phone back into his pocket, then put his hands into his pockets with his head hanging low.
Just like an abandoned stray dog.
“I’ve grown up. I’m younger than my brother, but I like you more. If you prefer mature men, I will mature soon.”
He muttered softly, “So wait for me.”
Bai Weiwei peered nervously at the phone and waited for half a day.
The favorability ultimately didn’t rise.
Going to see He slag could indeed curb the rise in favorability.
Whether it was guilt toward his brother, or worry about whether Bai Weiwei would like his brother again.
He Nanxi would be all tangled up. Coupling his tangled feelings with the later favorability not being easy to raise.
They’ll offset each other, the favorability would remain stable and wouldn’t easily fall back or increase.
Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief. Alright, off to work.
She wondered whether she could get more favorability, she still decided to go back to the hospital to see if He slag had died.
As soon as she got to the hospital door, she saw He slag was being pushed out.
A dozen big men, wearing sunglasses and black suits, like from a scene of the criminal boss’ appearance in Hong Kong movies.
She was shocked. What happened?
He slag got involved in black business?
Bai Weiwei asked the system about it.
The system turned over the information, “These people are Jiu Ye’s men, came to find him. He Nanxi didn’t do anything to offend Jiu Ye, at most it was guilt by association. He Dongling was directly at fault, now that he’s woken up from his coma, Jiu Ye felt that this kind of person needed to be taught a lesson. So he made people come pick him up.”
Was this lesson draining blood and dissection, or to be embedded in cement and toss into the sea, ah.
In fact, she also felt that He slag really needed to be punished.
On the other hand, when a person dies, was it appropriate for their surviving ex wife to go belly dancing?
He Dongling was in a wheelchair. His complexion was a little pale and his eyes were exceptionally dark, like a black vortex couldn’t see any light.
When he saw Jiu Ye’s people come he thought.
It was fortunate that Bai Weiwei left early, otherwise another person would be involved; it wasn’t cost effective.
He Dongling couldn’t help rubbing his fingers, it was his instinctive action to relieve stress.
The elongated Rolls Royce was parked under a parasol tree not far from the hospital.
He looked at the car and slowly took a deep breath. It seemed that today wouldn’t be good.
Offending Jiu Ye was the most wrong investment he had ever made in his life.
It was time to pay off the debt of his mistake.
A familiar voice, clear soft, but a sound that could almost cut to the heart.
He Dongling peeked from his peripheral vision.
He found that Bai Weiwei was quickly approaching. Because she was in a hurry, she had no time to put up her hair and it scattered.