
Xia Wanyuan had just turned off her phone when Jun Shiling hugged her from behind. “So, you know I'm jealous because of that tea leaf.”
At that moment, because of the tea leaves Xuan Sheng had given him, Jun Shiling had lived for 25 years and it was the first time he had showcased his wealth in front of others.
Recalling Jun Shiling's expression as he pointed to the tea house and told Xia Wanyuan, “I'm the richest person in the world. This tea house is mine.” Xia Wanyuan could not help but laugh.
“I didn't know that time. Then, I remembered that you might be jealous.” Otherwise, with Jun Shiling's low profile, he wouldn't have flaunted his wealth so clearly.
“Hmph.” Jun Shiling kissed Xia Wanyuan's hair. “Does our little princess want to sleep?”
“Mm.” Xia Wanyuan nodded and let Jun Shiling carry her to rest.
On the trend list, in addition to Qing University's support for Xia Wanyuan, Xia Wanyuan's live broadcast situation quickly entered the trend list.
“Direct Show Xia Wanyuan”, “Daughter Xia Wanyuan”, “Good” Girl, “Tangan”, “Suara”, “Publicity”, and a series of related topics quickly attracted a lot of attention.
[Xia Wanyuan Popularity .. No one else on the trend list.]
[Xia Wanyuan made me think of a word: “help group”. I felt like her life was filled with the help of a boyfriend, the help of co-workers, the help of students, and the help of fans.]
[I'm not interested in anything else. I just wish he could vote for me for the draw.]
Although Xia Wanyuan had resigned from her position as a professor in the literature department, the art department still needed her to attend classes. After resting for a day, he needed to train for the Spring Festival Gala and the New Year Gala.
New Year's Day is fast approaching, and all major institutions have organized New Year's activities.
As a group favorite, Xia Wanyuan was naturally invited by various units.
In addition to the Guqin Association, the National Go Team, the China Painting and Calligraphy Association, Qing University, Xiafeng Group, Star Making Entertainment, and many award ceremonies, Xia Wanyuan thought the ancient New Year was already very busy. He did not expect that compared to the modern world, it was still much inferior.
An Rao became mysterious there, as if he was an underground party. “Sister, I need you. Do you know a reliable doctor?”
“What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?” Xia Wanyuan thought about it and felt that it was impossible. After all, the night before, An Rao had sent Xia Wanyuan dinner.
A woman who could eat so much meat did not seem to be sick.
“Um.” An Rao seemed to be in a difficult position to speak. “It's gynecological type. Boohoo, sister, help me.”
“Alright, I'll pick you up.” Xia Wanyuan did not think too much about it and went to pick up An Rao.
On the way there, Jun Shiling had already asked someone to contact Shen Xiu. Shen Xiu was already waiting for Xia Wanyuan at the entrance of the hospital.
“Money Jun,” Shen Xiu greet Xia Wanyuan.
“Doctor Shen.” Xia Wanyuan nodded at Shen Xiu. “Please check my friend.”
“OK, come here.” Shen Xiu received a high consultation fee from the Jun family every year. He did not mind Xia Wanyuan's request.
An Rao followed Shen Xiu and left. Xia Wanyuan waited alone in the car.
Half an hour later, An Rao was discharged from the hospital with a medical report on his hands. He looks a little confused.
“What's wrong?” Xia Wanyuan could not help but ask.
“Bo Xiao the.. .”