Seeing that Song Cha still ignored him, Zhang Yu seriously reflected for half a second, feeling that he might have made a joke just now, and immediately became serious.

"Ahem, cough, cough, then let me ask seriously, do you have a xing life?" Zhang Yu cleared his throat and looked at Song Cha with a serious face and asked.

Song Cha's face instantly darkened, and he replied sullenly, "No!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this, don't talk about this. Zhang Yu also felt a little embarrassed, why did he always like to tease this little girl?

After the two had another serious conversation, Zhang Yu said that Song Cha needed to do some checks.

Hearing Zhang Yu say that he was going to conduct an examination, Song Cha's face turned uncontrollably red again.

When I used to see a gynecologist with my mother, the doctor did the examination by himself...... Is this time......

Although Zhang Yu's current identity is a doctor, it is still difficult for Song Cha not to be shy.

Seeing Song Cha's hesitation, Zhang Yu laughed softly: "Don't worry, I'll let the nurse check you." ”

"Oh. Song Cha breathed a sigh of relief.

After the examination, Zhang Yu diagnosed Song Cha again and prescribed her medicine.

In addition, Zhang Yu also talked about it and gave Song Cha a lot of extra precautions.

But this time, Song Cha didn't feel that it was unpleasant to look at Zhang Yu, but felt that Zhang Yu, who looked like an old mother, was a little cute.

After saying a lot of extra precautions, Zhang Yu found that Song Cha was sitting without saying a word, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be talking too much, and quickly stopped.

"Why didn't you say it?" Song Cha asked puzzled.

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm verbose. Zhang Yu scratched his head embarrassedly and said.

"Ah, aren't gynecologists like this, do you have to give some precautions or something?" Song Cha was stunned.

Zhang Yu nodded, and after a few more simple words, Doctor Ye from this consultation room pushed the door in.

"Xiao Zhang, excuse me, have you finished reading this patient?" said Dr. Ye as he took off his rain-soaked coat.

"After reading it, is it raining outside?" Zhang Yu said, standing up and opening the curtains to look out.

Sure enough, I don't know when, it was already pouring rain outside the window.

Dr. Yip took out a dry towel from the drawer and wiped the rain off his body.

"Yes, it's raining so hard today, I don't think it will stop for a while. Dr. Ye said as he wiped it.

After replacing Dr. Ye, it was time for Zhang Yu to get off work, and he also took off his white coat, revealing the gray shirt and brown fur vest inside.

Song Cha glanced out the window worriedly, then turned to Doctor Ye and said, "Hello doctor, can I borrow your landline here to make a call?" ”

Before Dr. Ye could answer, Zhang Yu spoke first.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Zhang Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

Zhang Yu in civilian clothes and Zhang Yu in a white coat have a different feeling.

"Well, I didn't. Song Cha nodded and said, thinking to himself Didn't he just say it, could it be that Zhang Yu is the memory of the fish, only seven seconds?

But until now, there haven't been seven seconds.

Zhang Yu was silent for a moment and asked, "Where do you live?"

Because she probably knew what Zhang Yu meant, when Song Cha's heart was still hesitating to say it, her mouth had already opened first.

"New Century Community. ”

"Hey, Xiao Zhang, do you two still live quite close to each other?" Doctor Ye on the side put on the white coat hanging by the door and looked at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "It's really a way, why don't I send you back?"

"Will you send me?" Song Cha didn't expect that he was still disgusted with Zhang Yu just now for repeating other people's questions, and now he began to repeat other people's questions.

"Well, if you don't mind," Zhang Yu didn't think much about Song Cha, he looked up at the window again, it was almost dark, "In this kind of weather, you better go home quickly." ”

Probably because he didn't want to refuse in his heart at the beginning, Song Cha nodded and agreed.

Then, Song Cha got into Zhang Yu's car.

"It's ...... Do you have your own car?" Song Cha got into the car, a little confused.

Although Song Cha didn't know what Zhang Yu's specific age was, according to Song Xiangran's words, Fang Qingming's age was about twenty-five years old, and Zhang Yu's age should be about the same as Fang Qingming.

At this age, if you have a car, basically, you are either rich or expensive.

Zhang Yu shook the water droplets on his hair, and when he came over with Song Cha with an umbrella just now, Zhang Yu instinctively tilted the umbrella next to her a lot, so that in the end, he was half wet.

"Hmm. Zhang Yu took out a box of paper from the dark compartment next to him, pulled out a few by himself, and then handed the paper to Song Cha, "Wipe it." ”

In fact, Song Cha always thought that this umbrella was big enough, so he almost didn't get wet.

However, the current situation, it seems, it should be Zhang Yu who sacrificed himself and achieved Song Cha.

"I, I, I didn't get raining much, thank you. Song Cha didn't know why, and suddenly there was some stammering.

Song Cha has always been indifferent and calm in front of people, and it is rare to have a time when there is some panic like now.

When I came from the hospital just now, because of the limited capacity of the umbrella, Song Cha's body was almost next to Zhang Yu.

The weather in Fengshi is that as soon as autumn comes, it loves to rain.

The hot and dry wind of summer, at this moment, through the autumn rain, has become bitterly cold, blowing on people, and you have to shiver.

And on the way to the car just now, because I was next to Zhang Yu, I felt his body temperature and the wind blowing, so it didn't seem so cold.

Thinking of the body temperature just now, the roots of Song Cha's ears quietly turned red.

There was a ghost in his heart, so Song Cha put his long broken hair from behind his ears.

Unlike Fang Qingming and Song Xiangran, although Song Xiangran is not low, Fang Qingming is taller, so there is still a certain height difference between the two.

Zhang Yu was only slightly half a head taller than Song Cha.

When he came over with Song Cha with an umbrella just now, Zhang Yu's afterglow was the side face of the little girl next to him.

Song Cha, who didn't speak, looked at the floor with her eyes lowered, her eyelashes blinked, and her broken hair fluttered randomly in front of her forehead with the wind, looking exceptionally well-behaved and quiet.

It's completely different from the irritable little girl who is irritable at every turn.

For probably many years, Zhang Yu hasn't looked at a person's appearance seriously, because he always doesn't care.

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