Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

After dinner with yanlv, he helped him clean up his bedroom. Jingjiajia returned to his room. It was already 11 o'clock at night. Jingjiajia dragged her tired body into the bathroom. After washing, she lay powerlessly in bed, touched the telephone on the table, pursed her lips high and looked unhappy.

He didn't answer the phone. Didn't he remember his number at all? Jingjiajia whispered, turned over, held the hee hee monkey in bed, sadly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jingjiajia was awakened from her sleep by the ringing phone in the early morning. Vaguely, she stretched out her hand and touched it. Finally, she touched the phone, but she was too lazy to open her eyes and pressed the receiver, "hello --"

As soon as I heard it, I knew she was still sleeping. Aunt Chen smiled and asked softly, "is it miss jingjiajia?"

Jingjiajia put the phone on her cheek and asked vaguely, "well, this is jingjiajia, who are you?" it's only a few o'clock this morning. Who called, jingjiajia wondered.

"I'm Aunt Chen from young master Han's house," said Aunt Chen. She forgot the time difference between here and London. It's less than one o'clock in the morning in London.

"What?" jingjiajia quickly opened her eyes and opened her mouth. She quickly reached out and grabbed her mobile phone and sat up, "are you Aunt Chen?"

"Yes, I haven't forgotten Aunt Chen for so many years?"

"How could it be? The meal made by Aunt Chen that day was so delicious that I always thought that if I had a chance, I would have to eat the dishes made by Aunt Chen again." Jing Jiajia said with a smile.

"Then come on, Aunt Chen will make you a big table to eat."

"Well, I'll go when I return home. It's just, Aunt Chen, have you moved?"

"No, I'm still living in the old house. It's still young master and old Chen. We'll be lively if you come home. The young master is busy all day and comes home late. I don't have a word at home alone. If you come, someone will talk." Aunt Chen sat on the sofa and smiled.

"How's Uncle Chen?" Jing Jiajia asked, thinking of the kind uncle who sent her to the forest that day. For so many years, she has been grateful to him, Han Lingfei and Aunt Chen for their help to her. Although she has not been able to go back and thank her personally for various reasons, in her heart, they will always be the people she will bless and care about.

"Well, the old man is in good health."

"Well," Jing Jiajia nodded, bit his lips and asked, "how about cold?"

"The young master is not good." Aunt Chen suddenly said such a sentence. Her voice suddenly became a little low from her previous elation. Jing Jiateng stood up from bed. She saw him well half a month ago. What could have happened? He didn't answer the phone at night because

Jingjiajia didn't dare to think down. Her heart kept pounding. She asked nervously, "what's the matter with him?"

As soon as Aunt Chen heard the sound, she had a spectrum in her heart. She pursed her mouth secretly and said calmly, "the young master is ill."

"Sick? Is it serious?" Jingjia asked anxiously.

Aunt Chen almost couldn't help laughing. She swallowed her saliva with a slightly "sad" tone, "the young master has a very serious disease. I'm afraid he's about to..."

"He, Aunt Chen, will he die?" jingjiajia's voice was almost crying. She regretted that she had been hesitant all day and had been afraid to call him. Even if he had a woman he liked, even if he didn't like himself, she just wanted to tell him that she had missed him so much for so many years, and jingjiajia's tears fell, Dripping on the white sheets.

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