Chapter 839 Dare to Plot Against Your Third Grandfather?

"Of course, you need to take a breath before hanging yourself! I've been in the hospital for eight or nine days. If you count the days and nights, I've been working non-stop for at least ten days, right? Smell it, this body is full of sweat and acid. You must go home to take a shower and change clothes, right? How can you, as a leader, not be considerate of your subordinates!"

Bad Zheng Laosan said, just say it! As he spoke, he raised his arm and used his armpits to smoke Zhou Jianshe.

Zhou Jianshe's height was just at the root of Zheng Chengbao's ears. Zheng Chengbao raised his arm and just pointed his armpits at his nose.

Zhou Jianshe was completely unprepared and inhaled a strong sour smell, which rushed straight to his head.

Oh! He was so smoked that he cried and stepped back several steps and bumped into the bed behind him, and sat down on the patient's injured leg.

"What are you doing? Are you blind?"

The patient screamed in pain, sat up suddenly and pushed Zhou Jianshe to the ground. Naturally, he had no good words to say because his leg hurt. He started to curse.

Zhou Jianshe was knocked to the ground, and his tailbone hurt so much. He stood up with his butt covered and grinned. He looked at the patient with resentment. The patient's family came over and raised their fists. He was a big man with big arms and waist, and he couldn't afford to offend him!

"Xiao Zheng, you can't do that even if you're just joking. Look, you hit him, right?"

Zhou Jianshe was also cunning and wanted to divert the blame to Zheng Chengbao to vent his anger.

"Hey, interesting, I just asked you to smell your armpits, and I didn't ask you to sit on my legs. It's pitiful enough that I got injured. You hit me with more than 100 pounds. When will my legs heal?"

Zheng Chengbao laughed with a sneer, and his unique loud voice crushed Zhou Jianshe's mosquito voice mercilessly.

Zheng Chengbao leaned lazily on the head of the iron bed with his arms around his chest, glancing at Zhou Jianshe who was covering his buttocks and looking embarrassed. He was too young to play tricks on him.

In terms of fighting, he had never lost, and in terms of scheming, he was two and a half times better than Zhou Jianshe. Under the influence of his mother, he could tell at a glance who wanted to do something bad.

Zhou Jianshe looked at Zheng Chengbao with a depressed look. He looked like a rough man, but how could his mind turn so quickly? It didn't matter if he said a word, but he would be blackmailed?

As soon as Zhou Jianshe thought of this, the old man's son came over and grabbed his collar, and threatened him with a huge fist in front of him.

"If you don't leave, what about my dad's leg? Pay the money quickly!"

This young man and Zheng Chengbao got along well! They stayed in the same ward every day, and he understood everything with just a word from Zheng Chengbao.

"Section Chief Zhou, just compensate him! As a leader, we have to be bold!"

Zheng Chengbao helped the young man to flirt with him, and held Zhou Jianshe in the air, calling him a leader. He wanted to jump down and break his legs. Don't even think about leaving the ward today without bleeding.

You dare to plot against your third grandfather, and you still talk to me in an official tone. I will make you cry and lose your mind!

So, Zhou Jianshe took out five yuan to compensate the old man with tears. This was his cigarette money for a month, and it was gone just like that!

I hate Zheng Laosan so much, but I can't do anything about him!

This man is just good at making you hate him so much, but you can't do anything about it.

"Section Chief, I'm leaving. I'm going home to change clothes!"

When Zhou Jianshe took out the money, Zheng Chengbao left without looking back.

Zheng Chengbao can finally go home. He ran faster than a rabbit all the way. He seemed to be running home from the city without knowing how tired he was.

He missed the hard earthen kang, the sound of his mother scolding him, and the village river where he wanted to swim to his heart's content.

No, he should be missing someone else?