Chapter XII

Mei Ran dragged her injured foot that was not too neat to pace in front of the master bedroom, the soft light and shadow in the corridor fell on her shallowly, and under the long black hair, a white and tender neck like a fresh lotus root loomed, as if it was slightly radiant.

The shadow of the lamp flickered with her hesitation.

To knock or not to knock?

There is a reason to knock on the door: relatives are guests, and they are not prepared, are they really ready to shed blood?

If you don't knock, you also have concerns about not knocking: how to talk to him?

As soon as she thought of that picture, Mei Ran was so ashamed that she slammed her head lightly on the wall a few times.

There must be no such thing there for the old lady, Lao Yang drank again before falling asleep, and now the only thing he can count on is the man inside.

The most important question now is how to tell him?!

Mei Ran bit her lip and paced around again, finally mustering up the courage to knock lightly on the door a few times.

"Come in."

The man who was standing by the floor lamp flipping through the book turned his head to see her standing outside the door, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Mei Ran moved in in small steps like a snail, hanging her head and barely daring to look him in the eye.

"Mr. Fu, I have something I want to trouble you."

"What's the matter?"

"Can you ......," Mei Ran's voice grew lower, "send me out to buy something?" ”

The man frowned, as if he was a little puzzled, "What is it?" ”

The heat crept up Mei Ran's cheeks layer by layer, and she said like a mosquito, "It's some...... Well, in some special cases, a woman has to ...... Something used. ”

She said around the bush, but Fu Shijin understood, and his eyes swept over her as if he were nothing.

Mei Ran blushed.

She has always been thin-skinned, especially the person she is facing at the moment, it is still him.

I'm really, really embarrassed.

"I see."

The man had already put down the book in his hand and walked over, Mei Ran subconsciously followed him, who knew that he suddenly turned around, "You sit down first, I'll be back soon." ”

Mei Ran suddenly understood his intentions, and hurriedly waved her hand, "No, no, no!" ”

How embarrassed she was to let a man like him help buy that kind of thing, it felt like a blasphemy against him.

"It's still raining outside," he said, standing in the hallway, the wet wind blowing from the balcony ruffled the hair on his forehead, and his deep handsome face was still light, but his tone revealed something that could not be refused, "It's best not to get cold in special times." ”

"By the way," the man took a few steps and turned his head to ask, "is there a designated sign?" ”

He was laughing.

Mei Ran is like someone has cast a spell on her.

It was the first time she had seen him smile.

I never knew a man could look so good when he smiled.

Reflecting the faint smile on his lips, the bottomless brown eyes seemed to be jumping up with stars, and the handsome eyebrows were slightly stretched, and the whole person looked as soft as an underwater green wattle, which instantly grabbed all her attention.

It turned out that a cold man was like this when he was gentle.

***

The next day, due to the tossing and turning at night, Mei Ran slept directly until nine o'clock in the morning.

There is a handful of sunlight quietly at the head of the bed.

The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and the crisp birdsong could be heard outside the window.

Mei Ran grabbed her hair in annoyance and got out of bed to freshen up.

When the old lady saw her go downstairs, her smile deepened into wrinkles, "Come and have breakfast." ”

Naturally, it was as if she were part of the family.

Mei Ran had no other thoughts about this kind old man, and although she had told her last night that the way down the mountain was impassable, the man finally went out to help her buy what she needed.

She vaguely guessed in her heart that the old lady seemed to have misunderstood something, and this time she was a little on pins and needles.

"Shi Jin came over early in the morning and told me that you slept late last night, so let me not bother." The old lady handed over a bowl of steaming porridge.

Mei Ran looked around, "What about him?" ”

"It's time to catch up on sleep." The old lady's brows were twisted into the word "Chuan", "He had almost insomnia at night for a while, and he didn't even use sleeping pills when he was strict." People are very haggard, and they have lost a lot of weight, and I don't know how distressed I am when I look at it. ”

"Has it been like this lately?"

"It's been better lately," the old lady nodded, "but I have occasionally seen the light in his study left on until dawn." ”

Mei Ran thought for a while and said, "I have a few medicinal dishes here, write them down later, you can take turns to cook them for him, it should be able to change the symptoms of insomnia." ”

"Great!" The old lady looked at her with bright eyes and sighed meaningfully, "Shi Jin is also 29 years old this year, it would be nice if there was a woman who knows cold and hot by his side." ”

Mei Ran didn't know how to answer, so she could only bow her head silently and drink porridge.

After breakfast, the sun had risen high, and the driver, Lao Yang, had shaken off the drunkenness of last night, smiling with a spring breeze on his face, he was here to send her back to the hospital.

The car moved slowly, and Mei Ran looked out, the stagnant water had almost receded, and sanitation personnel could be seen disinfecting everywhere on the street.

As soon as he stepped into the Chinese medicine department, he almost collided with the little assistant who came out of it, and Mei Ran retreated to the side.

As soon as Tian Tian saw her, she wrinkled her face and "duh", "Senior sister, don't go in yet, there are dead rats inside!" ”

Mei Ran stood outside the door and talked to her.

The little assistant patted his chest, and the palpitations did not disappear, "It is estimated that it was washed in by the water, and it stinks to death!" Fortunately, there is Ah Lan to clean up...... Hey, sister, aren't you still asking for leave, why did you come back? ”

"Also, aren't you home in the morning? I bought you something to eat, but the doorbell didn't move for a long time. ”

Mei Ran's eyes shimmered, "Was the elevator repaired when you passed?" ”

"Not yet," Tian Tian shook his head and paused, "However, it should be okay now, right?" As I was leaving, I saw someone repairing it. ”

Mei Ran was overjoyed, it seemed that she could go home tonight, and she saw a notice from the property in the morning that the water and electricity in the community had been restored.

The sun was dazzling, and Ah Lan shouted loudly inside, "Sister Tian, you can come in!" ”

"It's coming, it's coming!"

In the laughter like silver bells, Mei Ran glanced at the blue sky like a wash, and turned to walk in.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and it is time to return to the way it should be.

Probably everyone was busy cleaning up after the flood, and the Chinese medicine department was deserted in the afternoon, and Tian Tian was bored hiding under the medicine cabinet and scrolling Weibo.

"Wow, my male god's fans have risen to almost 20 million!"

Since she became a fan of Fu Shijin, she has to sign in under his Weibo every day, and most of his fans are heartbroken.

For example: how much the fans of the male god have risen in a day; When will the male god's eleventh Weibo be posted? The male god pays attention to the small pit next to the number, when can a small sapling be planted?

Obviously, the last question is what everyone is most concerned about, especially after the recent hot actress Mei Mengran paid attention to Fu Shijin, this historic progress from 0 to 1 is particularly interesting.

However, the 0 has not broken the shell for a long time, and some slightly radical Mei Mengran fans can't stand it, and they run to Fu Shijin's Weibo to sneer.

Can you make it more troublesome to choose a name: hehe, it's so cold that you don't want it! My goddess has been paying attention to him for so long and hasn't returned to the customs, isn't he just a rich second generation, what are you dragging? He is nothing without his father. Rich for only three generations, I'll look at it coldly [sneer]

This comment was quickly hit by Mei Mengran fans.

Soon, the fans of the diva who are very powerful in combat also heard the sound and came over to join in the fun.

Pony eats night grass: Are you sour when you say that people are rich second generation? If you have the ability, you are also rich to show me? Don't be blind BB if you're poor [hehe]

Mr. Crawling Snail: Let me popularize science for you again, first of all, I want to correct one point, this Mr. Fu Shijin is not strictly speaking a rich second generation, at least a rich N generation. In addition, his maternal grandfather was an antique dealer in old Shanghai, and at that time it can be said that the family was very wealthy, by the way, as far as I know, Mr. Fu also ran a century-old antique brand "Mingpinzhai" under his name.

Mr. Crawling Snail: To all the pink eye patients, we present a link to "An Interview with Fu Shijin, a Coordinate Person in Chinese Contemporary Art Collection". PS: Excellent people work harder than us, so what's the use of our efforts? Let's wash and sleep [sigh]

With this introduction, Fu Shijin's true love fans then flocked to them, pinching them to the point that their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they ran away without a trace.

Tian Tian clicked into the link with a trembling little heart, and after reading it, his legs were a little unstable.

Damn!

She pinched her face in disbelief, "Did I really have real contact with this person who only appeared in legends, it couldn't be just a dream, right?" ”

After the passage of Typhoon Alice, it was sunny for several days, and soon it was Friday.

Saturday is the birthday of her father Mei Hongyuan, Mei Ran deliberately took three days off to return to her hometown S City, got off the plane, and she dragged her suitcase and found her home to pick up her car.

"Miss Ran." The driver greeted her warmly and put the suitcase away by the way.

"Uncle Zhou," Mei Ran replied to him in Cantonese, "long time no see." ”

"How long are you going to stay this time?"

Mei Ran sat in the back seat and shook three fingers, "Three days." ”

Lao Zhou sighed, "Every time you and Mr. Mei come back, it's like lighting a lamp, and you're going to leave before it's hot." ”

Mei Ran smiled, "Hey, why don't you leave?" ”

"It may take a while," Lao Zhou looked at the time, "Mr. also invited a distinguished guest this time, I heard that it is an antique appraiser who has returned from abroad." He muttered again, "The others must be almost there." ”

"That's right......" Mei Ran didn't pay much attention, "Then I'll go buy something first and come back in ten minutes." ”

There is a cashmere scarf from Kashmir in the duty-free shop at the airport in S City, and Yu Sheng's birthday is approaching, and she is going to buy it as a birthday present.

Mei Ran already had a rough idea in her mind, and quickly picked out a gift, and after looking at her watch, only six minutes had passed, and she walked back briskly.

Pulled the car door and bent down to sit in, who knew that there was already a person sitting in the original position, and when he heard the movement, the man just turned his face sideways, and Mei Ran was caught off guard and collided with him.

The forehead is against the forehead, the tip of the nose is on the tip of the nose, and the breath is entangled.

White shirt, meticulous buttons, deep eyes and nose, cold as frost, and that crisp masculine atmosphere......

Familiar beyond beyond.

Mei Ran could hear her own heartbeat clearly, like the most rapid drum beat she had ever heard, dense and powerful, hitting her chest one by one.

She went limp almost all of her body......