Eight Hundred and Forty-Five He Is the Best at Being a Hooligan (Part 3)

"so……?"

"Don't leave in a hurry. Come in and help me persuade him. The fever has reached 40 degrees."

"...What's the use of my persuasion?" Besides, what qualifications does she have to persuade? Hasn’t Wen Xin already entered?

"Only your persuasion will help. I heard from Jian Qing that last time you told him not to kill anyone, he stopped. He will definitely listen to you about this injection."

"I'm not going. I believe you can handle it yourself."

"Then you really overestimated us." Tang Song said: "Tang Jue is as stubborn as steel. If we had our way, we wouldn't let him burn like this."

Qiqi stood at the door holding her cell phone and pondered for a long time. In the end, she just expressed her helplessness. I hung up the phone with the excuse that 'the car has arrived'.

Tang Song listened to the beep sound on the phone, wailing for himself in his heart. Crap! His laboratory is gone! Even the bedroom is gone!

Thinking of this, he yelled downstairs a little irritably, "Brother, you are so unattractive! She doesn't care about your life or death at all, and she doesn't want to come back at all."

Tang Jue didn't know what tricks Tang Song used, but he was still looking forward to it downstairs, but when he heard this, his expression suddenly darkened.

He lifted the thin blanket off his body, stood up with a sullen face, and went back upstairs.

"Young Master, we have a guest."

At this moment, the butler came in from outside the hall. Tang Jue paused. Is she coming back?

But, the next moment...

The figure he saw made him narrow his eyes.

"why you?"

"Are you waiting for someone else?" Wen Xin was asked a little inexplicably.

Tang Jue shook his head, "No. Why are you here?"

"I've been calling you for the past two days, but you didn't listen, so... I called Jian Qing. Jian Qing said that you were sick. I was worried and wanted to come and take a look."

Tang Jue had the urge to throw Jian Qing out too.

"I've seen it too, go back early." Tang Jue replied lazily.

The attitude is even more unfavorable.

Turning around and preparing to go upstairs, Wen Xin caught up with him, "I'll accompany you upstairs."

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Qiqi stood outside the door.

A taxi drove over. She opened the car door, but the scene of Tang Jue leaning on the sofa in a daze kept reappearing in her mind.

He did have a bad fever.

If I don’t get an injection, I’m afraid…

Is he someone who is afraid of injections?

She doubted it. However, Tang and Song had no reason to lie to her.

However, can he listen to what he said? With Wen Xin here, if you want to listen to him, he will probably listen to Wen Xin.

Various thoughts popped out of Qiqi's mind.

"Miss, are you leaving? If not, I'm leaving." The taxi driver got impatient and urged her.

She came to her senses and closed the door, "Sorry, I'll leave later."

After speaking, she sighed. Turn back. I don't even dare to think deeply about the reason why I turned back at this moment.

Since she didn't dare to think about it, she didn't want to.

Qiqi walked in and went directly to the hall without waiting for the butler to inform her. She walked in and stopped. In the hall, Wen Xin was holding Tang Jue's arm. The two seemed to be going upstairs, looking very intimate.

She stared blankly for a moment, said nothing, pursed her lips slightly, turned and left.

She felt quite ridiculous. Knowing that his girlfriend was here, he actually came back to persuade him to get an injection. This approach was really stupid, and it also made him feel too good about himself.

She was reflecting on herself all the way, and the more she thought about it, the more her chest felt tighter and uncomfortable.

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Tang Jue was really not in the mood to entertain Wen Xin, so he took his arm out of her hand and quietly told the butler to see off the guests.

Wen's heart is full of loss.

When Tang Jue rejected someone, he was calm but extremely ruthless. However, just like this, it can still make people want to stop and make people flock to it.

Some people are poison. Once you are infected, it is fatal and you still can’t quit.

When the housekeeper came in and asked Wen Xin to go out, he mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally: "Young Master, Miss Qi came back just now, but I see she left again."

Tang Jue paused as he walked upstairs, then looked back at the housekeeper, "Qiqi?"

"Um."

Tang Jue opened the thin curtains and looked outside. There, there was no trace of her.

He pursed his thin lips, took out his cell phone from the coffee table, and made a call.

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When the phone rang, Qiqi had already gotten into the taxi.

She glanced at the number above. She didn't save this number, but Tang Jue's number was unique and easy to remember. She had seen it before and now remembered it.

She cast her eyes out the window and didn't listen.

However, the phone kept ringing.

finally……

She picked up the phone and put it to her ear.

Before she could speak first, Tang Jue's voice came from the other side, "Did you come back just now?"

"……Um."

"Find me?"

"……no."

"..." He was silent for a moment, and then asked, "What are you doing?"

"..." Qiqi cast her gaze out the window and almost immediately found a reason for herself that sounded perfect, "I want to find your girlfriend, Miss Wen Xin. Our magazine recently had a goddess theme, So I want to invite her..."

Qiqi's words came to an abrupt end here.

Because, on the opposite side, Tang Jue had hung up the phone decisively without saying a single unnecessary word.

Qiqi was stunned, sighed, and put the phone back.

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Qiqi returned home just at lunch time. As soon as she took the key and opened the door, she heard a warm voice.

"Qiqi, are you back?" It was Mo Xun's mother, Wu Songling. She was busy in the kitchen at the moment and stuck her head out to greet her.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Qiqi responded and saw that Mo Xun was there too.

"Didn't you go to the company today?"

There was a strange light on Mo Xun's face, and he lowered his voice, "My mother brought me back."

"Is everything okay?" Qiqi also lowered her voice.

"You'll know in a while."

Qiqi was full of curiosity.

Put down the bag and turned to go into the kitchen. Wu Songling saw her come in and hurriedly said, "Go out quickly. Mo Xun, what are you still standing for? Help Qiqi out. Mom heard from Mo Xun that you sprained your foot a few days ago. This kid just doesn't know how to take care of people, and he actually let you go to the supermarket."

"I didn't go to the supermarket today. I had something urgent to do." Qiqi replied. Mo Xun hurried in and helped Qiqi out like a 24-hour filial husband.

"What is mom cooking?" Qiqi asked Mo Xun. The whole room was filled with fragrance.

"A tonic soup."

"Hmm?"

Just as she was about to ask in detail, Wu Songling came out with two large pots of food. Qiqi wanted to help, but was stopped by Mo Xun, "If you go again, my mom will scold me again. I'll go and help, you sit down."

Qiqi sat down at the dining table, Mo Xun was very attentive in setting the dishes, and Wu Songling was preparing the dishes.