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Speaking, Jian Yumin hummed a song to Jian Yiling.

Jian Yumin's voice is good, and singing is better.

He picked up some lyrical singing, and listened softly and affectionately.

Jian Yiling doesn't have any musical cells, but she knows that this song is very nice, like a warm current flowing into people's hearts.

After singing a song, Jian Yumin smiled and said to Jian Yiling: "Doesn't it sound good? Is it eligible to charge?"

Jian Yiling nodded and asked: "How much, money?"

Jian Yumin was stunned for a moment, and he just said casually, but his sister really asked him how much money was.

How much money it really costs, Jian Yumin costs hundreds of thousands to sing.

Jian Yumin smiled, "My sister, let's give you a discount, eight yuan and eight cents, auspicious numbers, fair prices, what do you think?"

Jian Yiling nodded, and then reached out to ask Jian Yumin for her phone.

"Don't play with your mobile phone while lying down. It will hit your face in a while." Jian Yumin said.

After Jian Yumin finished speaking, he looked at Jian Yiling's small face again, and compromised.

Jian Yiling's other supplies were sent by the housekeeper after Jian Yiling arrived at the hospital, including Jian Yiling's mobile phone.

Then Jian Yiling added Jian Yumin's friend and sent him a red envelope.

Jian Yumin clicked on the red envelope, and it was 8.88, which is not much for a penny.

Jian Yumin looked at the red envelope and smiled happily.

"Let's do this, my brother will sing a few more songs for you, so that my brother can make a lot of money when he comes down this morning."

"Yeah." Jian Yiling agreed to this proposal.

Jian Yumin continued to sing to Jian Yiling.

Sing a song and Jian Yiling sent him an 8.88 red envelope.

When the old lady and the housekeeper came back, Jian Yumin had already received Jian Yiling's five red envelopes.

The total income is 44.4.

The old lady and the housekeeper brought a lot of food, and the white porridge did have, but there were also many other things.

"Would you like white porridge or millet porridge?" Jian Yumin asked Jian Yiling.

Now she can only drink some porridge. Her only choice is to choose between white porridge and millet porridge. She can only look at the rest. She has to wait for her to get better before eating the others.

"Millet, porridge."

After Jian Yiling's election, Jian Yumin raised Jian Yiling's bed a little, and then took a spoon to Jian Yiling's mouth.

Jian Yiling was a little awkward, "Myself, eat."

Jian Yiling had never been fed her before.

"What if you can't hold it securely? It's troublesome if you spill it, or it's safer for me to feed you."

Jian Yumin insisted that he feed Jian Yiling.

Jian Yiling had no choice but to accept, and sipped the millet porridge Jian Yumin brought to her mouth.

While feeding, Jian Shuzhen, Warmth, Jian Yuncheng and Jian Yunnao are here.

The old lady informed them.

Warmth walked quickly to the bed and looked at Jian Yiling, who had a pale face on the hospital bed, warm and sad: "Xiaoling, are you better yet?"

The warm voice trembled slightly, and the tears in his eyes burst out unconsciously.

Jian Shuwei and Jian Yuncheng stood at the door, their brows frowned.

Jian Yunnao did not come in, he was asked by Jian Yuncheng to wait outside the door.

Standing outside the door, Jian Yunnao looked at the situation in the room from a distance, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Some words of elder brother Jian Yuncheng sounded in his ears.

Mother’s tears, father’s melancholy, and...

Jian Yunnao's gaze swept across Jian Yiling without stopping, but she still saw her pale little face.