Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day

  Chapter 39 Cannot Be Revealed Again

   silently gestured to the child: "Hush!"

  Qiao Ran looked very strange indeed: What is Dr. Jiang so excited for?

   was puzzled, and asked like this.

  The mother and son exchanged a tacit look at each other:

   "Ah, is there any? Nothing."

  Looking at the villain on the side, the little guy actually shook his head for a while.

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   exhaled two breaths in succession, and the blood pressure finally dropped after the rapid rise.

  It seems that the teaching of children at home is remarkable.

  Basically, the child already knows very well: outside, you must never tell others that your father is Mo Boyuan!

  In order to avoid being exposed by his son later, Jiang Tingxu said:

   "Qiao Ran, I really trouble you this time. I have time to invite you to dinner."

   "Huh? No, no, Dr. Jiang had already been invited last night. Besides, it's a matter of convenience. Why are you so polite?"

   "Yes, you have helped me so much. I must treat you to a big meal to express my gratitude."

  Qiao Ran is also a little girl in her twenties, who forgot what she had just said in a few words:

   "Hahaha, okay, then I’m waiting for Dr. Jiang’s meal, and then I’m going to start cleaning? Do I need my help?"

   "I just have time. You definitely didn't rest last night. Go back and have a good rest and sleep."

  There are still differences between nurses and doctors. The doctors are okay, and the nurses are the most tired.

  Especially in the night shift at night, I can only lie down at the nurse’s station for a short while, and there are patients ringing the bell at any time, and I have to force myself to wake up.

  At this time, Qiao Ran would have fallen asleep on his own bed a long time ago. Today, he is forcing himself. This time, I really can’t hold it anymore.

   "Okay, then I will go back first. The keys and the utility card are all on the cabinet at the door. Just call me if you have any questions."

   "Hmm, go back, be careful on the way."

   "Go, kid, goodbye."

  Xiao Ning Ning made a stubborn mouth and waved at Qiao Ran as his mother's eyes gestured:

   "Goodbye, Auntie."

  Qiao Ran left, leaving the empty house with mother and son.

   Jiang Ting Xu rolled up his sleeves and his trousers:

   "Ningning, mom wants to clean up, you go to the sofa and have fun by yourself."

  In fact, it's not too dirty. Usually, there are aunts who come to clean it at a fixed time.

  Now, just dust off the furniture and then drag the floor.

   "Oh, well, can I watch TV then?"

   "Yes, will it take place?"

   "Of course, how easy it is!"

  Okay, if you can, then take care of it yourself.

  In a house with one bedroom and two halls, the house must be at least 70 square meters, and it is not easy to clean it by one person.

   Nearly eleven o'clock, Jiang Tingxu ordered a small cake for the child. The shop was not far downstairs, and it only took about ten minutes to bring it here.

  Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the villain on the sofa was really startled, but didn't open the door immediately, she ran to the next room barefoot:

   "Jiang Tingxu, Jiang Tingxu, someone is coming!"

  Listening to his son’s blasting voice, Jiang Tingxu got down from the chair he was stepping on:

"What's wrong?"

  The little man frowned and looked at his mother:

   "Someone is coming, I don't know who it is?"

  The mobile phone placed next to it just rang, picked it up and connected:

"Hello."

  "Hello, is this Ms. Jiang? Your takeaway is here."

  So, this little guy was worried for nothing just now.

   "Thank you, it's a bit inconvenient to get it now, just leave it at the door."

   "Okay, okay, Ms. Jiang, then I'll leave it at the door."

  The call is over, the villain is very curious:

   "Is that the one who just knocked on the door?"

   Jiang heard Xu smile and nodded:

   "Yes, the one who gave you the cake."

cake?

  Put down the rag:

   "Let's go, let's get the cake."

  The little man followed behind him, went to the door to open the door, and sure enough, a takeaway bag was right at the door.

  (End of this chapter)