Tan Man was stunned for a moment, but soon relaxed, slowly turned around, and looked at him face to face, with a smile on his face.

"Believe me so much?" Gu Mochen pressed against her forehead, as if he was smiling, with a hint of evil in his eyes.

For Gu Mochen, Tan Man is 100% trusting, she knows that he will never do something inappropriate when it is inappropriate.

Therefore, this intimate action, although it hides a bit of forbearance, is more of a longing and infatuation.

Tan Man leaned against the wardrobe door, his hands naturally hung on his shoulders, and he also learned from him, smiling slyly.

"According to what I've learned over the years, people with perfectionist OCD don't usually choose to accomplish something in such an abrupt situation, in such a humble environment, well," she thought about it very seriously and found a suitable word, "the Holy Spirit thing." ”

"You also said that it is the usual situation, but after meeting you, my thinking has become unreasonable."

After saying that, the body approached her a little closer, and the two of them were about to stick together.

Tan Man subconsciously shrank back, there was no way to retreat, the calmness on her face was betrayed by the flicker in her eyes, she lowered her eyes, and her gaze stopped at the second button of his shirt:

"I, I'm not just a random person."

He smiled, straightened up again, pulled away a little, looked down at her, and said in a calm voice for a while: "Don't worry, the coming day is long, and I am not a casual person." ”

Facing his eyes, Tan Man felt that at this moment, his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

Once again, his kiss fell, gentle and long, without a hint of lust.

Just as the two of them hugged each other and kissed emotionally, a knock on the door rang out unexpectedly.

Like a frightened rabbit, she instinctively let go of her hand.

"I guess it's takeaway."

"I'll open the door." As he left, he looked at her again and said, "You clean up." ”

Tan Man didn't know what he asked him to clean up, and when he looked up and saw himself in the dressing mirror, he understood.

Gu Mochen didn't expect that the person standing behind the door was not the takeaway brother, but someone who had a relationship, what was the name of her landlord's son, I only remembered that it seemed to be surnamed Zhang.

Zhang Jiakai, who was outside the door, was also stunned when he saw Gu Mochen.

"Is it takeaway?" Tan Man brushed her hair and came out of the room, and when she saw two men clubbing by the door, she also paused.

She stayed for two seconds, blinked, and walked over.

Gu Mochen put his hands into the pockets of his suit and retreated from the door, with no expression on his face, and Zhang Jiakai outside the door frowned, obviously shocked by the man who opened the door.

"Good evening, you, why are you here?" Tan Man was also not very natural, unusually, and greeted him politely.

"Seeing that the lights are on in your room, guess you're back, come up and take a look." His furrowed brows loosened, and he returned to his cynical appearance, glanced at Gu Mochen, and said with a smile, "It seems that I didn't come at the right time." ”

Tan Man scratched the broken hair on his ears, laughed a little embarrassed, and didn't know whether to let him in.

"Vine, don't you want to introduce me?" Gu Mochen's voice sounded behind him.

"Oh, this is my boyfriend, Gu Mochen." After Tan Man finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the expressionless person behind him, "Eh, this one you have seen, the son of my landlord, is called Zhang Jiakai." ”

"Mr. Gu, hello." Zhang Jiakai showed his eight teeth and took the initiative to greet him, but he didn't know why, Tan Man always felt that something was wrong.

Perhaps, his private life was suddenly spied on.

Because of her relationship with Aunt Lan and Zhang Jiakai, she has always been classified as an accidental fate independent of work and life.

Gu Mochen bowed his head politely, and returned to that calm and restrained appearance: "Good evening, Mr. Zhang." ”

After saying hello, Zhang Jiakai coughed several times, and Tan Man asked casually: "Are you sick?" ”

"Hey, a little cold."

"Another cold? I saw Aunt Lan before I went home, and she said you have a cold. ”

"It's the cold, the sequelae of procrastination, but it's almost better."

Tan Man just wanted to say something more, but Gu Mochen spoke: "Manman, it's not good to stand by the door if you don't invite people to come in and sit for a while." ”

Zhang Jiakai naturally heard that there was not much sincerity in this sentence, so he took a step back from the door with interest: "It's okay, I'm also about to go home, so I won't bother." ”

Tan Man pursed his lips, and it was hard to say anything more: "Then, don't send it." ”

Zhang Jiakai turned around and went downstairs in a dashing manner, turned his back to her, raised his arms and waved.

Tan Man looked at his back and found that the two had never had such a serious conversation.

Closing the door, Gu Mochen was lazily leaning on the sofa looking at her, his eyes full of vinegar, revealing without hesitation.

She immediately showed a flattering smile and pasted it: "Jealous? ”

"You don't mean that no one else has been here except for Milu."

"Yes, Zhang Jiakai has never come in." Tan Man justifiably defended, "Besides, if he wants to come in, I can't help it, who let this be their house." ”

Gu Mochen frowned instantly: "In this way, I actually let my girlfriend live in another man's house." ”

She gave him a speechless look, "Why do you sound so awkward." ”

"This fact makes me even more awkward."

"I can't see it, lawyer, you're a vinegar king."

Gu Mochen lowered his head, stretched out his hand and pinched her face, admitting, "Yes, I'm stingy, so you have to be well-behaved." ”

“……”

From time to time, the takeaway arrived, a few home-cooked stir-fries, all of which she loved to eat, Tan Man was silently moved while eating, and she suddenly found that Gu Mochen didn't seem to understand taste, but he was actually a master of flirting, and he could always be intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself from it.

The next day, Tan Man slept until she woke up naturally, and the breakfast shop at nine o'clock had long since disappeared from the hurried office workers, either the young mother who was pushing the stroller to bask in the sun, or the old man who came back in the morning, a young man like her was so leisurely, it was rare.

She drank soy milk leisurely and calmly, taking a bite of xiaolongbao in her mouth from time to time, watching the way outside the store, thinking about how to talk to Misen for a while.

Gu Mochen didn't leave until nearly ten o'clock last night, and after he left, she sent a WeChat message to Misen, making an appointment to have dinner at noon tomorrow, and Misen replied quickly and readily agreed. So, before going to bed, she searched the Internet for information about MSF so that she could be prepared.

But she found that although MSF was dangerous, after seeing the experiences of those volunteers after returning to China, she was also touched by their nobility and selflessness, and she wondered if Misen had signed up with this feeling, what right would she have to stop it.

The two of them made an appointment to meet in the hospital first, and then find a place to eat when they were finished, she stepped on the door, and as soon as she arrived at the entrance of the hospital, she saw Misen, waiting outside the emergency hall.

At noon, he took off his white coat, but he was still recognized by some patients and greeted him warmly, Tan Man walked over slowly, he soon saw her, showed a familiar smile, beckoned to her, and walked over quickly.

"Waiting a long time?" She asked.

"Just came down, too." He looked at her, as gentle as ever, "There's a new Cantonese restaurant nearby, go try it?" ”

She nodded generously: "Okay." ”

This Cantonese restaurant also offers Cantonese refreshments at lunch, and when ordering, in addition to a few main dishes, Tan Man unceremoniously asked for a crystal shrimp dumpling.

After ordering the dishes and serving tea, Misen spoke first: "Manman, how are you doing?" ”

"It's good, it's just that my dad had a slight stroke a while ago, but now it's fine."

"Stroke?" Mison was surprised, "The fawn didn't mention this to me. ”

"It was I who asked her not to say it, the province is worried, anyway, it's almost better now." She smiled lightly.

"Stroke patients, post-rehabilitation is very important, does your father have any problems with movement and language?"

"It's okay to act, but I'm still a little stuttering when I speak."

Misen nodded: "It's not in a hurry, it takes time to recover slowly." ”

"I know." She thought about it, but she still went straight to the point, and said in advance, "I heard Mi Lu say, you applied to join MSF?" ”

"Yes." He frankly admitted, "After the Lantern Festival, I have to go to Hong Kong for an interview." ”

Tan Man didn't hide it, and asked straight to the point: "Why?" ”

Misen looked at her solemnly, and after two seconds, he said in a high-sounding voice: "Because I want to contribute something." ”

"You're treating people in hospitals, you're making contributions, so why do you have to go to dangerous places."

"Because it's a little taller there." He joked.

But Tan Man didn't speak or laugh, always with a serious expression, looking at the teacup on the table.

"Manman, I heard, you're together?" Misen still couldn't help but ask, and hearing her admit it in person might make him a little more determined.

She raised her head and looked at him very calmly: "Yes, I'm with Gu Mochen." ”

Her unabashedly eyes, like a sharp knife, swung across his chest, although she was ready, her heart still trembled, Misen picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, suppressed the tumbling of her chest, and smiled: "Congratulations." ”

"Thank you." She saw everything, but there was nothing she could do.

"Do you have a good chance of passing the interview?" She was indirectly testing his resolve, "How sure are you?" ”

"I don't know, but I hope I can get through."

She nodded: "If you pass, how long do you plan to stay, I read on the Internet that there are three months, half a year, and a year if you are longer......"

Before she could finish speaking, Misen interrupted her: "If I can really get through the application, I don't think I plan to withdraw anytime soon." He smiled suddenly, "In that case, I'm afraid I won't be able to bless your wedding in person." ”

Tan Man's hand under the table tightened.

Sure enough, it's because of her......