But if you are hospitalized, how can you save the 5,000 yuan in your bankbook? The deposit alone is 8,000 yuan!
He Mengjie was a little anxious. She couldn't help but feel pain when she remembered that He Dasheng was still waiting for her in the hospital bed. She didn't dare to enter the ward because she could almost predict what her grandfather would say to her.
He would definitely hold her hand, speak incoherently, and say intermittently: "Let's go home, not in the hospital." However, how could she watch her grandfather, who she depended on for life, like this?
He Mengjie rubbed her eyes, sniffed her sore nose, and forced herself to smile. There will be a way, isn't it just money? At worst, you can borrow some yourself!
She began to search for her mobile phone and typed all the names. She had to use a pleading tone and carefully stated her request, but in the end she only managed to collect more than a thousand yuan. She was familiar with
My classmates’ finances are not very good, so it’s good to be able to contribute so much.
So, what to do now? He Mengjie was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and an idea suddenly jumped up in her heart. She shook her head again and again, but she couldn't restrain the desire that was ignited by the demanding demand for money. She patted
Cheering herself up, "Just give it a try, it won't kill anyone." Finally, she dialed Bai Yueyue's phone number: "Bai Yueyue, you should have Wenxuan's phone number..."
As the phone rang, He Mengjie's heartbeat began to accelerate. When the call was connected, her heartbeat stopped for a beat before she regained her composure.
"Hey, hello, please talk!" The voice on the other end of the phone was already a little impatient and showed signs of hanging up soon.
"Hello!" He Mengjie finally spoke out, and found that her voice was trembling a little, and she was very panicked. She had never felt guilty when she argued and scolded this man before, but today she felt extremely guilty!
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second. It seemed that Wenxuan had recognized her voice and was a little surprised: "What's the matter? Don't tell me you can't come tomorrow!"
"Oh, no, no! I can come, I can come..." He Mengjie squeezed the phone tightly for fear that he wouldn't believe it and explained urgently.
Wenxuan asked in surprise: "What's the matter?"
He Mengjie felt that her throat was a little tight. She also felt this way when she made the first call to borrow money today, but she thought that after so many calls, it should have been cured. "Well...Mr. Wen,
I want to discuss something with you, and I don’t know if you will agree..." She mumbled, her voice getting smaller and smaller.
"If you have something to say, just say it!" Wenxuan was obviously impatient, and his tone was a bit unkind.
"I want to give you two months' salary in advance. If not, I can give you one month or half a month!" He Mengjie closed her eyes and said this sentence in one breath. After finishing speaking, she heard her drumming.
The sound of heartbeat came from the throat.
There was silence on the phone for a few seconds. He Mengjie felt that these seconds lasted almost a century. Finally, his deep voice sounded, full of touching magnetism like never before: "Okay." Two simple words, regardless of the reason.
.
At that second, He Mengjie felt that this voice was the best voice she had ever heard in her life. It was like the sound of nature, pulling her back from the edge of hell. The touching emotions expanded rapidly in her chest, making her
Her voice was a little choked: "Thank you, thank you so much."
"What's your bank account number? I'll call you for the past month first. If you do well this month, I don't mind making an advance next month." Look! How refreshing and generous!
He Mengjie nodded her head on the phone like a chicken eating rice, and finally showed a smile. For the first time, she felt that the bank account number was so easy to remember!
After a while, a text message rang on the phone. It was from Wenxuan: "The money has been sent, please check." His words were always so concise and clear.
He Mengjie hurriedly went to the bank to withdraw money, went through the hospitalization procedures for her grandfather, and slept on her grandfather's hand that night.
He Mengjie made arrangements for her grandfather early the next morning, found a nurse for her grandfather, asked the nurse to pay more attention, and then hurried towards Wen's house.
Taking the bus, I took two reverse trains. Although He Mengjie tried his best to go as fast as possible, he was still a little late when he arrived at Wen's house.
Wenxuan has not left yet and is standing in the yard with a sullen face. "Teacher He, you are late for work on the first day. How can you make me feel at ease with this kind of work attitude!" He held his briefcase and looked like he was about to go out.
His face was full of displeasure.
He Mengjie bit her lip, hesitated to speak, then lowered her head and replied: "I'm so sorry, I will never be late again next time!"
Fortunately, Wenxuan didn't have time to say more to her, so he turned around and walked out. When he reached the door of the hospital, he suddenly stopped and looked back at her: "Aunt Wang's daughter gave birth early, so Aunt Wang will not be here starting today. I am working today
It may be very late, can you take care of Tingyu?"
He Mengjie's heart sank slightly, then she held her head high and patted her chest, showing a determined look: "Absolutely no problem!"
Wenxuan seemed relieved, nodded and walked out. He Mengjie stood in the yard and watched his car slowly drive away, breathed a long sigh of relief, and went back to the house.
The large house looked a little messy, and there was a milk glass on the table that had not been cleaned after breakfast. Probably because Aunt Wang was away and no one had cleaned it up.
He Mengjie shook her head and tidied up the living room and dining room briefly, waiting for Wen Tingyu to come and curiously see what she was doing. Unexpectedly, that little girl Wen Tingyu was so calm that there was no movement for a long time.
Now, He Mengjie had to go upstairs to find her. Today she was wearing a light blue dress with white polka dots and a college-style white collar, which was very stylish.
She wore her hair loose, and her soft and slightly curly hair hung down, with a faint luster that looked very healthy. To match her loose hair, she wore a simple and elegant fabric headband, which made her look very beautiful.
Literary and fresh.
He Mengjie blinked and looked at the little lolita in front of her. She thought that Aunt Wang probably didn't come in the morning today. It seemed that Wenxuan didn't know how to wash the milk cup, but he knew how to dress up his little lolita!
Wen Tingyu probably noticed He Mengjie's "stunningness", so she raised her chin with great pride and snorted, looking like a condescending little princess.
He Mengjie was confused by her beauty. She walked closer unconsciously and reached out to touch her slightly curly hair. She couldn't help but wonder: "Your father's hair isn't curly either. Could it be that he looks like your mother?"
Wen Tingyu's face sank and she glared at her: "I told you, my mother is dead!" But if you are hospitalized, how can you save the 5,000 yuan in your bankbook? The deposit alone is 8,000 yuan!
He Mengjie was a little anxious. She couldn't help but feel pain when she remembered that He Dasheng was still waiting for her in the hospital bed. She didn't dare to enter the ward because she could almost predict what her grandfather would say to her.
He would definitely hold her hand, speak incoherently, and say intermittently: "Let's go home, not in the hospital." However, how could she watch her grandfather, who she depended on for life, like this?
He Mengjie rubbed her eyes, sniffed her sore nose, and forced herself to smile. There will be a way, isn't it just money? At worst, you can borrow some yourself!
She began to search for her mobile phone and typed all the names. She had to use a pleading tone and carefully stated her request, but in the end she only managed to collect more than a thousand yuan. She was familiar with
My classmates’ finances are not very good, so it’s good to be able to contribute so much.
So, what to do now? He Mengjie was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and an idea suddenly jumped up in her heart. She shook her head again and again, but she couldn't restrain the desire that was ignited by the demanding demand for money. She patted
Cheering herself up, "Just give it a try, it won't kill anyone." Finally, she dialed Bai Yueyue's phone number: "Bai Yueyue, you should have Wenxuan's phone number..."
As the phone rang, He Mengjie's heartbeat began to accelerate. When the call was connected, her heartbeat stopped for a beat before she regained her composure.
"Hey, hello, please talk!" The voice on the other end of the phone was already a little impatient and showed signs of hanging up soon.
"Hello!" He Mengjie finally spoke out, and found that her voice was trembling a little, and she was very panicked. She had never felt guilty when she argued and scolded this man before, but today she felt extremely guilty!
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second. It seemed that Wenxuan had recognized her voice and was a little surprised: "What's the matter? Don't tell me you can't come tomorrow!"
"Oh, no, no! I can come, I can come..." He Mengjie squeezed the phone tightly for fear that he wouldn't believe it and explained urgently.
Wenxuan asked in surprise: "What's the matter?"
He Mengjie felt that her throat was a little tight. She also felt this way when she made the first call to borrow money today, but she thought that after so many calls, it should have been cured. "Well...Mr. Wen,
I want to discuss something with you, and I don’t know if you will agree..." She mumbled, her voice getting smaller and smaller.
"If you have something to say, just say it!" Wenxuan was obviously impatient, and his tone was a bit unkind.
"I want to give you two months' salary in advance. If not, I can give you one month or half a month!" He Mengjie closed her eyes and said this sentence in one breath. After finishing speaking, she heard her drumming.
The sound of heartbeat came from the throat.
There was silence on the phone for a few seconds. He Mengjie felt that these seconds lasted almost a century. Finally, his deep voice sounded, full of touching magnetism like never before: "Okay." Two simple words, regardless of the reason.
.
At that second, He Mengjie felt that this voice was the best voice she had ever heard in her life. It was like the sound of nature, pulling her back from the edge of hell. The touching emotions expanded rapidly in her chest, making her
Her voice was a little choked: "Thank you, thank you so much."
"What's your bank account number? I'll call you for the past month first. If you do well this month, I don't mind making an advance next month." Look! How refreshing and generous!
He Mengjie nodded her head on the phone like a chicken eating rice, and finally showed a smile. For the first time, she felt that the bank account number was so easy to remember!
After a while, a text message rang on the phone. It was from Wenxuan: "The money has been sent, please check." His words were always so concise and clear.
He Mengjie hurriedly went to the bank to withdraw money, went through the hospitalization procedures for her grandfather, and slept on her grandfather's hand that night.
He Mengjie made arrangements for her grandfather early the next morning, found a nurse for her grandfather, asked the nurse to pay more attention, and then hurried towards Wen's house.
Taking the bus, I took two reverse trains. Although He Mengjie tried his best to go as fast as possible, he was still a little late when he arrived at Wen's house.
Wenxuan has not left yet and is standing in the yard with a sullen face. "Teacher He, you are late for work on the first day. How can you make me feel at ease with this kind of work attitude!" He held his briefcase and looked like he was about to go out.
His face was full of displeasure.
He Mengjie bit her lip, hesitated to speak, then lowered her head and replied: "I'm so sorry, I will never be late again next time!"
Fortunately, Wenxuan didn't have time to say more to her, so he turned around and walked out. When he reached the door of the hospital, he suddenly stopped and looked back at her: "Aunt Wang's daughter gave birth early, so Aunt Wang will not be here starting today. I am working today
It may be very late, can you take care of Tingyu?"
He Mengjie's heart sank slightly, then she held her head high and patted her chest, showing a determined look: "Absolutely no problem!"
Wenxuan seemed relieved, nodded and walked out. He Mengjie stood in the yard and watched his car slowly drive away, breathed a long sigh of relief, and went back to the house.
The large house looked a little messy, and there was a milk glass on the table that had not been cleaned after breakfast. Probably because Aunt Wang was away and no one had cleaned it up.
He Mengjie shook her head and tidied up the living room and dining room briefly, waiting for Wen Tingyu to come and curiously see what she was doing. Unexpectedly, that little girl Wen Tingyu was so calm that there was no movement for a long time.
Now, He Mengjie had to go upstairs to find her. Today she was wearing a light blue dress with white polka dots and a college-style white collar, which was very stylish.
She wore her hair loose, and her soft and slightly curly hair hung down, with a faint luster that looked very healthy. To match her loose hair, she wore a simple and elegant fabric headband, which made her look very beautiful.
Literary and fresh.
He Mengjie blinked and looked at the little lolita in front of her. She thought that Aunt Wang probably didn't come in the morning today. It seemed that Wenxuan didn't know how to wash the milk cup, but he knew how to dress up his little lolita!
Wen Tingyu probably noticed He Mengjie's "stunningness", so she raised her chin with great pride and snorted, looking like a condescending little princess.
He Mengjie was confused by her beauty. She walked closer unconsciously and reached out to touch her slightly curly hair. She couldn't help but wonder: "Your father's hair isn't curly either. Could it be that he looks like your mother?"
Wen Tingyu's face sank and she glared at her: "I told you, my mother is dead!"