The mother and daughter discussed it at home for a long time, and Song Bijun decided to go to the hospital with her.
At ten o'clock, the mother and daughter finally came out of the villa. Sister Mei was sleeping soundly in the car, with tears running down her cheeks.
"Sister Mei, I kept you waiting for a long time."
Ji Bingbing came over with a smile, holding several cups of coffee and snacks made by the family servants.
"I'm sorry, I'm delayed. Let's go quickly. We still have a lot of things to do today."
Looking at the pastry in her hand, Sister Mei rolled her eyes.
Is this to serve beggars? It’s slimy and doesn’t taste good.
The interview car passed by a trash can. Damn it, the things in my hands were accurately "fed" into the trash can. Several people in the car were chuckling and feeling relieved.
The car drove to the hospital.
Sister Mei frowned, why are you here again? Miss Ji is sick again?
Ji Bingbing got out of the car and waved to her assistant.
"Tell Sister Mei that when filming, don't interfere with the normal work of the hospital. Know what should be photographed and what should not be photographed. Be careful."
The assistant looked at her heavily made-up face and asked, "Miss Ji, are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I want to visit the patient."
Oh! Why does the patient wear such heavy makeup? It’s somewhat inappropriate.
But who cares? It’s not like she’s on a variety show, she gets Ji’s salary and does whatever she’s told.
When I came back and told Sister Mei, Sister Mei frowned and said, "What should be photographed? What should not be photographed?"
"I don't know!" the assistant shrugged.
Sister Mei walked over and called Ji Bingbing, "Miss Ji, please tell me first. Don't wait until then to repeat the photo over and over again, wasting everyone's time."
Haha! For Ji Bingbing, a reality show has become a filming. Every scene requires her consent. If she were to be an actress, I don’t know how much film would be wasted.
"Sister Mei, we have been working together for five days. I think you should understand my thoughts."
What the hell? After living for more than thirty years, it was the first time that I was taught a lesson by a little girl who didn’t know the heights of the world. Sister Mei was so angry that her chest hurt.
There are still the last two days, so she just has to grit her teeth and persevere. She can only comfort herself in this way.
Carrying a camera and following behind the mother and daughter, Ji Bingbing first went to the garden to select a few sets of shots. After Ji Bingbing was satisfied, she walked to the inpatient department.
Neuropathy!
In Room 1103, Village Chief Pan and his son came to visit Tang Guirong, carrying fruits and cans.
"Hey, I told you not to buy anything. Brother Pan, why did you spend so much money again?"
"They are all worthless things. There are only two of you and Mo Mo in the city. She is still a student and is growing tall. You can't finish it for her."
"Last night, not long after you left, Mo Mo came. She asked me to bring you a message. She invited you two to dinner tonight. Thank you for taking care of me in the past six months."
"Hey, Mo Mo invites me to dinner, so I have to go. This kid is very sensible."
"Yes, Mo Mo has changed a lot. Now that I know how to study hard, I am really satisfied." As he spoke, Tang Guirong wiped the corners of his eyes.
Village Chief Pan looked at her with a complicated mood, "Guirong, you didn't want to get your daughter back?"
Tang Guirong was stunned, "Hey, why don't I want to? But you have to be willing."
"I saw that child on TV. Her eyes look like her father's."
Not only did he see Ji Bingbing, everyone in the village saw it on TV. After watching the show, everyone was very dissatisfied with Ji Bingbing.
It’s strange that I have to recognize Tang Guirong. She is either dancing or playing the piano all day long. A bottle of water she drinks costs dozens of dollars. Who can afford to raise such a child?