He was almost worried to death, she had just woken up with a high fever, how could she move on her own?

What if something happens and he's not around?

But these words of reproach were gone the moment he saw Zhou Ling, because he had never seen Zhou Ling's eyes like this.

Focused, soft, and a glow he couldn't read.

He paused and looked at Zhou Ling quietly, as if he couldn't bear to spoil her state at the moment.

At the moment when she turned her head, Rong Zheng obviously saw the remaining light in her eyes, but she didn't know what she thought, which made her eyes dim instantly.

She said that she was going to Dali, but that sentence was obviously not what she originally wanted to say.

Rong Zheng didn't ask either, faintly, he felt that he might not want to hear the truth.

Rong Zheng put the bought rice aside and silently opened the package.

Two portions of rice and three dishes are all Zhou Ling's favorite food.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Rong Zheng touched Zhou Ling's forehead, and felt relieved when he felt that the scorching heat had gone down.

The doctor said that this high fever may recur, so it is necessary to be hospitalized for a few days.

"It doesn't hurt, by the way, why have you been there for so long?" Zhou Ling asked suspiciously while eating.

The cafeteria is downstairs from the hospital, and it usually takes only 20 minutes to eat. It's almost two hours old today.

Rong Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, lowered his eyes, and his voice was low, "I met an acquaintance." ”

His hanging right hand touched his shriveled wallet, feeling a little weak.

In order to allow Zhou Ling to stay alone in a room and recuperate quietly, Rong Zheng paid 10,000 yuan in hospital fees last night, and his wallet is really a little pitiful at this time.

When he went out just now, he ran into a customer who had bought his paintings.

He said he hoped he could paint him another picture, the kind of family portrait, where the brushes and paints were ready-made.

That person gave double the price of the previous ink painting, and Rong Zheng followed him to his house to paint, which delayed a lot of time.

Rong Zheng didn't dare to tell Zhou Ling about these things, for fear that she would be suspicious and find out about that small courtyard.

Zhou Ling has never been in the habit of asking questions, although Rong Zheng's explanation is very general, but Zhou Ling did not continue to ask.

"It should cost a lot of money to stay here for a day, right?"

This room is self-contained, and the furnishings inside are very warm, not like a cold hospital.

There are paintings on the wall, beautiful flowers on the table, a TV, and a private bathroom.

"Fortunately, you can recuperate with peace of mind, so you don't have to worry about these things. ”

This room is 2,000 a day, and the doctor said that Zhou Ling will be hospitalized for observation for at least five days, so Rong Zheng paid 10,000 yuan at one time.

Yesterday's income plus the money he saved from painting before was 20,000 yuan, and after deducting the cost of buying paint paper, he only had 15,000 yuan on hand.

Yesterday he handed over 10,000 yuan at once, and now he only has 5,000 left to use.

Three meals a day are bought outside, as well as fruit snacks, hospital examination fees, drip fees and whatever, spending money every day is like running water.

The little money that Rong Zheng had saved with great difficulty went down like this.

That's why he agreed to that person and went to the door to paint.

The man gave five thousand at once, and together there were ten thousand.

Rong Zheng remembered that he still wanted to give Zhou Ling a set of good equipment before her birthday this year, but he thought that it was less than a month.

Because the eighteenth of next month is Zhou Ling's birthday, and now it's the end of June.

It seems that he has to hurry up, and now he has found out why Zhou Ling used to work so hard, and he had to go to work even though he was sick.

Now it's all a material society, and you can't go anywhere without money. And now that prices have risen, a hundred dollars are gone without buying anything.

During this time, Rong Zheng has a deep understanding!

"My fever has subsided, and I don't feel anything abnormal in my body. Otherwise, you go and talk to the doctor, and we'll be discharged today." ”

Zhou Ling felt sorry for such a large amount of money, and said that the hospital was a gold cave, and every day, it was as if he had directly thrown the money into it and burned it.

Although they have a small deposit now, she will be distressed to use it like this.

"No, the doctor said that your fever came on suddenly and suddenly, and there may be a recurrence. Therefore, you must stay in the hospital for five days before you can be discharged. ”

Zhou Ling wanted to say that it was unnecessary, but when he saw Rong Zheng's unusually firm eyes, he obediently closed his mouth and stopped arguing.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Zhuo learned about Zhou Ling, and hurriedly carried a basket of fruits to the hospital to visit Zhou Ling.

"In the future, the mobile phone will still have to be charged on time, and something will inevitably happen. ”

Rong Zheng sat at the head of the bed and quietly peeled apples for Zhou Ling, while Wen Zhuo sat on the other side and said.

He knew that Zhou Ling had a habit of not charging his mobile phone.

In the past, when he was Zhou Ling's custom boyfriend, he charged her more than once.

Zhou Ling also felt that his habit was very bad, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Haha, yes, this time also gave me a big lesson." ”

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, Wen Zhuo said that the company had something to do and left first, Rong Zheng cut the apples and put them on the plate and handed them to Zhou Ling, and then got up to deliver them himself.

When the two walked to the elevator, Wen Zhuo suddenly took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Rong Zheng.

"You can take the money back, I don't need it now. ”

Rong Zheng didn't take it, but looked at Wen Zhuo with a suspicious gaze, "Why?"

"I recently found an investor who is willing to invest in our company's projects, so I can't use the money for the time being. Zhou Ling is hospitalized now, he definitely needs money, you can take the money back. ”

Rong Zheng stared at Wen Zhuo for a long time, trying to see something from his gaze.

But Wen Zhuo always maintained a gentle smile, and there was no unnaturalness in his eyes that did not lie.

Only then did he take the bank card suspiciously, "Okay, if you need it, tell me." ”

"Well, definitely. ”

Wen Zhuo's red lips were slightly raised, and his smile was sincere.

He approached the elevator, and as the elevator door closed, the loneliness on the corner of his mouth also decreased little by little.

Stepping out of the elevator, he pulled out his phone and a business card from his pocket, pressed the number, and clicked dial.

A woman's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, who's it?"

Wen Zhuo clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath before his voice sounded calm.

"I'm Wen Zhuo. ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then Yu Li's excited voice came.

"What, you figured it out?"

Wen Zhuo's eyes were silent, and he said expressionlessly: "I need a lot of money."