After a nightmare, Warlene woke up feeling more tired than before she went to bed, and she didn't remember anything about the dream.

Seeing the monolithic key lying alone on the table, it meant that Han Ting had come last night, and when she was unconscious, he put down the key and left, without disturbing her.

A sour ache hit her body, and Wallen took the key in her hand, and she suddenly wanted to indulge herself for a day, not going to work, doing whatever she wanted, or doing nothing.

Warlene picked up her mobile phone and called Director Peng: "Director Peng, I have a fever, I have no strength, and I want to take a day off." ”

"Have a fever again?" Director Peng was startled, "Can you go to the emergency department, do you want me to pick you up?"

Warlene continued to lie: "No, my friend is a doctor and has already shown me, and the medicine has been prescribed. ”

Director Peng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, you must do a good job of your body thoroughly, repeated fever is very damaging to your body, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow happens to be the weekend, you can rest well for the past three days." ”

"Got it, thank you Director Peng for your concern, my friend takes care of me, Director Peng, don't worry. This was the first time that Wallen had lied since she went to work, and although she felt that it was not good to deceive the old man, she just wanted to indulge herself once.

Hanging up the phone, Wallen stared blankly at the key in her hand.

Coming silently, walking silently, leaving the only trace of his coming, is this key, which represents his complete lay-up.

Warlene glanced at the fully packaged air conditioner in the corner, this air conditioner had hardly been spent in his dormitory since the delivery person had placed it here, and he had not contacted the store to install the air conditioner.

Warlene sent a message to Han Ting: When will your air conditioner be installed?

When the message was sent, her hands kept shaking, and she couldn't figure out what the purpose of sending this message to Han Ting was, whether she wanted to see Han Ting, or to solve the problem of the air conditioner taking up space.

She stared at the screen of her phone, feeling chills all over her body, but strangely sweating all the time.

I kept staring at my eyes sore, my hands were shaking so much that I could barely hold my phone, and I didn't receive a word from Han Ting.

Wallen put her phone on the table and laughed at herself: What do you want if you are so determined to break up with him?

After taking a few deep breaths, Wallen forcibly suppressed the sourness in her heart and turned off her phone.

Then, after the daily morning washing, I took out the meal sent by Zhang Ping last night from the refrigerator and picked out a box of mango polenta.

Warlene smiled bitterly, no wonder Ren Zhihong was angry.

This kind of porridge Wo Lin has tasted before, put a lot of sugar, she tastes so sweet and greasy, this is not her taste at all, but Zhang Ping likes to eat it.

It was obvious that this porridge was made by Ren Zhihong for Zhang Ping's breakfast or supper, but Zhang Ping was forced to give it to her, which wasted Ren Zhihong's mind.

But except for this porridge, the other lunch boxes are full of stir-fried vegetables and rice, which are not suitable for breakfast.

Pouring the porridge into the rice cooker and doubling the water, Wallen turned on the switch on the rice cooker, and then took the "Practical Radiotherapy Shooting Technique" look.

Her mind gradually sank into the book, forgetting everything around her, forgetting her hunger, and only remembering that she was hot porridge when she smelled the smell of mush.

And the porridge has no shadow, only something like a pot at the bottom of the pot.

"Is this a condensed essence?" said Wallen to herself, unplugging the rice cooker.

Her stomach was purring, and Wallen didn't bother to toss anything else, so she just got the pot out and put it in the bowl.

She took out a box of pickled pepper radish skins from the refrigerator and ate them in the pot.

"Well, it's a good combination, it's quite appetizing!" Warleen praised.

Can it not be appetizing, for her, a person who doesn't eat chili peppers, a small piece of pickled pepper radish skin can eat a big piece of pot.

Then I put in a big glass of boiled water, and breakfast was settled.

Throughout the day, Wallen sat in her dorm room reading a book, and when she was hungry, she would dig out her food from the refrigerator and eat it hot.

Almost all the dishes have chili peppers, which proves that these dishes were made by Ren Zhihong for Zhang Ping to eat.

Because of the spicy food, Wallen was filled with boiling water every time before she had eaten much, but after a while she was hungry again, and then she continued to eat.

For a day, Wallen didn't go anywhere, just nestled in the dormitory, and passed in the cycle of hot meals, eating, and reading, and truly followed the health regimen of eating less and eating more.

At dinner, Zhang Ping brought Xiaolongbao, and when she saw the wolf light in her eyes when she looked at Xiaolongbao, Zhang Ping immediately opened her mouth: "What's the matter, you won't be hungry for a day without eating, you have saved so many dishes, you won't be too lazy to move, just let me feed the rice to your mouth to be in place?"

Warlene shouted while stuffing xiaolongbao into her mouth: "Those are all love meals made for you by Brother Ren, extremely warm and hot, I can't afford to be a little fresh, fortunately we don't have to pay the water bill, otherwise I wouldn't have to die poor." ”

"Poof," Zhang Ping smiled and glanced at Wo Lin, "Is it so exaggerated by what you said, kind as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Zhang Ping opened the lunch box in the refrigerator and looked at it the same.

No, almost all dishes have chili peppers, the spiciest are Chaotian peppers, and the least spicy ones are the bell peppers used for decoration, and they also have a spicy taste that she thinks is not spicy, and for Wallen it takes a large glass of water to deal with, these dishes are really unbearable for Wallen.

"Forget it, I'll eat these dishes myself. Zhang Ping took out a box of vegetables and a box of lunch, prepared to put it in the microwave oven to heat it, and looked around the dormitory before remembering that there was no microwave oven here for Wallen.

She smiled and shook her head: "If I go back to live in a group dormitory, I'm afraid I'm not used to it." ”

There is no microwave oven here for Wallen, and there are only two ways to heat the dishes, either steaming them in the basket or stir-frying them in a wok.

The kitchen utensils in her house are all used by Ren Zhihong, and if she eats alone, she won't fire at all.

Seeing that Zhang Ping directly put the lunch box on the steamer, Warlene asked Zhang Ping to sit honestly, she took out two porcelain bowls and poured the food into the porcelain bowl.

While putting the porcelain bowl on the steamer, Warlene played with her mouth: "The plastic lunch box will release poisonous gases into the food when heated for a long time, which is not good for your health, you don't even know this as a big doctor, right?"

didn't hear Zhang Ping's response, Warlene felt strange, this guy has always refused to suffer, what's wrong today?

Turning his head to look at Zhang Ping, seeing Zhang Ping's eyes were confused, and he didn't know where he had gone, Warlene joked: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Ping replied to the question: "Ren Zhihong is gone, he said that he wants to think about what he wants, maybe he will come back, maybe he will not come back." ”

"That's the result of your heart-to-heart conversation?" Warleen asked Zhang Ping, "that's what he said?"

"That's right," Zhang Ping had a very indifferent expression, "But you don't have to worry about me, we are used to being noisy and noisy, and we won't be like you and Han Ting, who have always been in honey and oil, and suddenly broke up, and each of them fell seriously ill." ”

"Dead duck has a hard mouth, pretend not to care here," Warlene ruthlessly exposed Zhang Ping's thoughts, "If you really can't bear him, take the initiative to find him, otherwise he may never come back." ”

Zhang Ping asked Volin rhetorically: "What about you, will you go to recover Han Ting?"

Wallen shook her head: "He's gone, and he won't be coming back." ”