Chapter Twenty-Eight: What Face Is There?
Zhou Zirui's brain was spinning rapidly at the moment, "If she slaps her face, she will recover in a few days at the earliest, hey, it doesn't matter!"
He pounced, knelt on the ground, hugged Song Wenmo's thigh, and said, "I was wrong, you are the most beautiful!"
Song Wenmo pushed Zhou Zirui's hand holding his thigh, "You are a big star, what kind of system is this!"
"Momo, forgive me. Su Tong took out his mobile phone and glanced at Song Wenmo.
Su Tong took a photo of Zhou Zirui hugging her thigh, as a reporter, this can be regarded as her professional ethics.
"Tong Tong, delete it quickly!" Song Wenmo reached out to grab Su Tong's mobile phone, who would have thought, Zhou Zirui didn't care about this matter at all, and he was also indifferent to Su Tong's photo, and kept holding Song Wenmo's thigh.
Su Tong sent that photo to Yu Qiubai, and he could also help Song Wenmo see what kind of feelings Yu Qiubai had for Song Wenmo.
After Su Tong finished posting it, he deleted the photos on his phone, and showed Song Wenmo the albums in her phone one by one. "Look, no. ”
"You let go. Song Wenmo looked at Zhou Zirui who was kneeling on the ground.
"I won't let go. Zhou Zirui pouted.
Song Wenmo shook his fist, "Believe it or not, I really beat you!"
Zhou Zirui was frightened and immediately let go of his hand and stood up from the ground.
Song Wenmo pointed at Zhou Zirui's nose, "Did I say let you get up?"
Zhou Zirui didn't say a word, and knelt down again.
At about ten o'clock in the evening, Yu Qiubai returned home.
I don't know if it's worry, or what, I'm afraid that they won't eat, so I bought some quick-frozen little chaos.
It's so late, and the only one that opens the door is the supermarket in front of the community.
After Yu Qiubai returned home, he opened Zhou Zirui's door, but there was no one. "Where did he go so late?"
Yu Qiubai closed the door and went back to the room to charge his phone.
Yu Qiubai boiled water at home and boiled a little chaos.
"I don't know, Song Wenmo, have they eaten?" Yu Qiubai stirred in the pot with a spoon.
Fifteen minutes have passed, and the little chaos can come out of the pot.
Yu Qiubai unbuttoned his apron, "Let's go and have a look." ”
Knock Knock Knock –
Zhou Zirui was still kneeling in the living room, Song Wenmo didn't let him go, and he didn't dare to move.
"Momo, there's a knock on the door. Su Tong poked Song Wenmo's lower abdomen.
"I'm going to open the door. Song Wenmo put on his slippers and walked down from the sofa.
Su Tong ate potato chips and looked at Zhou Zirui who was kneeling on the ground, "You said, I'm going to take a picture of you like this and put it on the net." ”
"You feel free. Zhou Zirui said angrily. "I'm like this anyway, what face is there. ”
"Well, too. ”
Song Wenmo walked in, "Yu Qiubai cooked a little chaos, let me ask you if you want to go over and eat." ”
"Okay, the steak I just ate just now wasn't very full. Su Tong touched his little belly.
Put on slippers and walked down, kicking Zhou Zirui, who was kneeling on the ground, "Get up, your savior, tell us to go over for supper." ”
Zhou Zirui's legs were kneeling for too long, and he couldn't stand up at all, he winked at Su Tong: "Reporter Su, excuse me, help me." ”
"Hahaha, you can't get up, when you teased Song Wenmo just now, why didn't you think that you would stand up. Su Tong taunted him, and then squatted down to help Zhou Zirui up.
Zhou Zirui was just lifted up a little by Su Tong, he still had no stability, or maybe it was because he was too heavy, and when he fell, he pulled Su Tong and fell.
Song Wenmo, who had no conscience, told them, and went to find Yu Qiubai in a hurry, and he didn't plan to care about this Zhou Zirui at all.
After Zhou Zirui fell, he hugged his knee with his hand, "Why are you so weak." ”
Su Tong stood up from the ground in disgust, "Big brother, I'm a woman, how much strength can I have." Can you use a little force, a little bit of force, to support it. ”
"Reporter Su, my knee hurts. Zhou Zirui hugged his knees and shouted loudly.
Su Tong really had no choice, and took out the wheelchair that Song Wenmo had prepared for him a long time ago.
"With a little effort, I'll get you in a wheelchair. Su Tong scratched his ears.
"So thoughtful?" Zhou Zirui looked at the wheelchair and couldn't figure out how Song Wenmo could prepare such a thing at home.
Su Tong put Zhou Zirui's arm on his shoulder, and used all his strength to help him up from the ground.
"If you jump a little bit, I'll have to lift you up in a wheelchair to save face. Su Tong said to Zhou Zirui.
"Good, good. Zhou Zirui hurriedly agreed.
Su Tong's height of less than 1.7 meters is not easy to lift Zhou Zirui up to a man of 1.85 meters.
Zhou Zirui gritted his teeth, staggered, and went to pick up the wheelchair with his hand, and finally did it.
Song Wenmo knew that one day, he would have to use a wheelchair, so he prepared it early.
When she bought this villa, she first took a fancy to the safety of this villa, second, the disabled access of this villa, and third, it must be the hidden elevator in the villa.
But generally, they don't take the elevator, three floors, she lives on the second floor, and it is a bit of a waste to take the elevator.
Su Tong pushed Zhou Zirui to Yu Qiubai's house, and Yu Qiubai left the door for them.
Yu Qiubai was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhou Zirui who was pushed by Su Tong, he pointed to Zhou Zirui's legs and asked, "Who are you?"
Zhou Zirui had an aggrieved expression on his face, if he said one more word at this moment, he would definitely be wiped by Song Wenmo with a knife on the spot.
He could only look at Yu Qiubai pitifully, and used telepathy on him, "I was bullied by Song Wenmo." ”
"Well deserved. Yu Qiubai suddenly came out with two words, which made Song Wenmo, who was originally eating a little chaos, suddenly startled.
Yu Qiubai put the little chaos in front of Zhou Zirui, and prepared chopsticks and spoons for him, "The leg is wasted, the hand should be fine." ”
"If I say that my hand is useless, will you feed me?" Zhou Zirui looked at Yu Qiubai with a mean expression, and at this time, Song Wenmo's hatred of the king had already been passed over.
Zhou Zirui gestured with his hand in the front, indicating that he had sealed his ability to speak with his hand and quietly ate chaos.
Song Wenning stayed late in the company and stretched, but Shang Yunze was still standing beside him.
He patted Shang Yunze's back with his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go eat." ”
The next day, Mr. Lin said he told them to pack their bags at home and wait until Wednesday to be ready.
Regarding mechanical equipment, those things, Lin Zhaoxiong has already arranged.
It's just that there is one thing that Song Wenmo and Gao Yue didn't know, so they asked Lin Zhaoxiong, but Lin Zhaoxiong didn't say anything, just said that he would go to Yunnan for an interview and let them prepare clothes for a month.
One month......
This is a bit long, which shows that Song Wenmo won't be able to see Yu Qiubai for a month.
Thinking of this, Song Wenmo felt that his corner might be poached at any time.
Zou Yao in the hospital, but every day she is trying her best to make Yu Qiubai notice her.
Yesterday, Song Wenmo didn't tell Yu Qiubai about what she was going to leave tomorrow, and this trip was a month, and I didn't know if Yu Qiubai would miss her.
Song Wenmo was almost packed, he looked at the vitamins that Yu Qiubai brought her a few days ago, and she packed the two bottles of vitamins into the suitcase.
"I don't know if these two bottles of vitamins are enough. Song Wenmo's hand patted on the suitcase.
"Why don't you go to the hospital today. ”
Thinking of this, Song Wenmo changed his clothes and walked to the hospital.
The little nurses hadn't seen Song Wenmo for the past two days, and they thought she had given up on Yu Qiubai.
Seeing that she came to the hospital again, he quipped: "It turns out that Miss Song hasn't come to the hospital for the past two days, is she going to get a hairstyle?"
Song Wenmo smiled awkwardly, and saw Zou Yao coming over, Zou Yao said hello to Song Wenmo, "This hairstyle is quite suitable for you." ”
Zou Yao handed the list in her hand to the little nurse and asked them to pick up things according to the list.
The doctor's order came down, what should I do?
You can only do it according to the list.
"Are you here to find Doctor Yu?"
Song Wenmo nodded, "Come and get some medicine." ”
"Take the medicine, you can go to the pharmacy and get it directly, why do you still need to find Doctor Yu?" Zou Yao asked again.
Song Wenmo was a little impatient, and thought: "That medicine, you ask so much!"
Zou Yao saw that Song Wenmo's face became a little ugly, and hurriedly explained: "Ah, I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else. I just want to care about you, after all, Dr. Yu said that you are just a doctor-patient relationship, I don't believe it yet, it seems that it really is. ”
"It's just, doctor-patient relationship?" Song Wenmo's heart suddenly cooled a lot, "It turns out that I am in his heart, just a doctor-patient relationship." Or what she told me, we're just a doctor-patient relationship. ”
Song Wenmo's heart was extremely uncomfortable, "Even if it is the doctor-patient relationship, you are colleagues, and I haven't seen any progress in your relationship." ”
"Dr. Zou, are you okay? If you're okay, I'm going to find Dr. Yu. Song Wenmo said coldly.
Zou Yao was suddenly stunned, "Is she angry?"
Song Wenmo picked up the bag and walked towards Yu Qiubai's office.
At first, I just chatted with the little nurses at the nurses' station, but I didn't expect Zou Yao to come over to talk to her, which was really not smooth.
But the phrase "just a doctor-patient relationship." Still lingering in Song Wenmo's mind.
"You're just a doctor-patient relationship. ”
"It's just a doctor-patient relationship. ”
"The doctor-patient relationship. ”
"Doctor-Patient Relationship ......"
Yu Qiubai snapped her fingers in front of Song Wenmo, and as soon as she came in, Song Wenmo sat in front of her and didn't say a word, just lowered her brows, thinking in her heart, "They are just a doctor-patient relationship." ”
"What's wrong with you?" Yu Qiubai shook his palm in front of her eyes again, and it took a long time to pull Song Wenmo's soul back.
"Huh? ”
How could it be okay, Yu Qiubai kept repeating the sentence she had been repeating, they just heard the doctor-patient relationship clearly.
Sometimes, Yu Qiubai really wants to plug this ear, but even if it is really blocked, it is useless, and it can still be heard.