He didn't plan to put it on a second time.

By the time the driver came to pick him up and send him back in person, it was already around one o'clock in the morning.

"Mr. Ling, are you alright?"

The driver asked Ling Ze worriedly, he didn't expect things to be like this, he just sent that Mr. Song back, and Ling Ze had such a thing.

"It's fine."

Ling Ze got out of the car, he didn't even have a check-up in the hospital, what could he do?

It's just that......

He put his hand on his stomach, he was hungry.

And at this time, there is nothing to eat outside, and it seems that he can only be hungry until tomorrow morning.

After sending the driver away, Ling Ze had already walked to the door, entered a string of passwords, and then the door opened.

He thought that what awaited him was the same black light and blinding fire as before, and the silence of the room.

I don't know how many nights it was like this, he didn't live with his parents, but since he bought this house, he has lived here alone, working overtime, finding someone to party, or returning late for other reasons.

No day is any different.

It's just that when the door opened, he was stunned at the door, because there was no black light blinding, the lights inside were all on, and there was the sound of the TV turning on in the living room.

In this world, who will warm a cup of tea for you, who will leave a lamp for you, who will wait for a night for you, and wait for someone to return overnight.

This is also the first time that someone will leave a lamp for Ling Ze.

Ling Ze changed his shoes and walked in, and found that not only the light in the living room was on, but even the light in the kitchen was also on, he walked over lightly, and saw that Mu Tianen was not sleeping, she was standing on the side, also looking at the pot, and the fire under the pot was on.

Mu Tianen seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look at Ling Ze.

She may have wanted to say something, but she didn't.

Ling Ze may also want to say something, but he is silent.

Mu Tianen stepped forward and lifted the lid of the pot, and what was in the pot was nothing else, it was he who had thought about it all night, waited all night, and read the old hen soup all night.

Suddenly, he felt like he was going to say something?

"I'm going to change my clothes."

And that's when he remembered that his clothes were wrinkled like pickles.

Mu Tianen nodded his head, this is the old hen soup was brought out, and then the other dishes were heated.

Ling Ze returned to his room, he took a shower and changed clothes as fast as he could, and when he came out, there were already several dishes on the dining table, all of which he liked to eat, and there was also a bowl of old hen soup that knew that it was very delicious even if it was just a smell.

And his stomach was getting more and more hungry, he stepped forward in three steps and two steps, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Mu Tianen placed a plate of buns in front of him.

Ling Ze took one unceremoniously, he was really a little hungry, even the buns were eaten several in a row, and the dishes were all eaten a lot, and finally he finished the bowl of soup.

Mu Tianen has always been sitting on the side, she put her hand on the table, and she doesn't know what to look at.

Until Ling Ze finished eating, she still maintained such an action.

"Mu Tianen."

Ling Ze shouted her name.

But Mu Tianen didn't seem to hear it, and he just remembered that Mu Tianen sometimes seemed to need to be shouted twice by others.

"Mu Tianen."

He was louder this time.

"Huh?" Mu Tianen raised his face, and then stood up and put away the plates on the table.

"What brand of phone do you like?"

Ling Ze suddenly asked her, this kind of contact feels very bad, now how can anyone lack a mobile phone, there are many people who can't live without a mobile phone, partial birth, Mu Tianen is really a rare strange existence in this world.

Mu Tianen stopped.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head, not knowing.

She doesn't use many mobile phones, and many of them are leftovers from her sister, whether she is out of touch with society, or that she doesn't pay attention to it, she just doesn't like it very much.

She was forced to be depressed by her own mother, how could she have time to study these, and then her time was secretly used to study these cooking skills, otherwise, how could Ling Ze eat such delicious dishes now, if she was going to play with her mobile phone, then when he came back, I was afraid that she would only be able to drink the northwest wind.

She picked up the plate again and left.

That's how it is now.

Ling Ze was in charge of eating, and she was in charge of washing.

She seems to only have such a small use, otherwise, what would she do in a day?

Ling Ze touched his stomach, and then walked into his room, he was a little tired today, so he didn't want to think too much, as for his car accident, he didn't tell anyone.

Anyway, there is nothing to do, so what is the difference between saying it and not saying it?

Early the next morning, he still went to work as usual, but it turned out that something happened on the spot, he went on a business trip, and by the time he came back, it had been a month.

As soon as he returned to Nanshi, he received a call from the hospital.

"Let me pass?"

Ling Ze didn't know what to do with him in the past, he was a victim, did he need to go over?

He asked what the reason was, and the doctor over there had always been squeaky and squeaked, and he didn't say whether he was dead or alive, but just said that he should let him go over once, and as soon as possible.

Ling Ze had just gotten off the plane, but now he was tired and sleepy, so he had to rush to the hospital again without stopping.

And when he arrived, he was taken into an office.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

Ling Ze folded his legs, what's the matter, that person is not fine, even if he has something, it is his own collision, what does it have to do with me?

And the doctor sitting across from him at this time actually didn't know how to talk to Ling Ze.

"Mr. Ling, did you touch that patient at that time, no, it was the driver."

The doctor asked Ling Ze tentatively, because at that time he remembered that Ling Ze had blood stains on his clothes......

"Yes, I did."

Ling Ze sat up straight slightly, this doctor's attitude was very strange.

"Did Mr. Ling come into contact with the driver's blood?"

"Yes."

Ling Ze replied. ”

"Were you injured at the time?

"Yes."

Ling Ze's fingers suddenly paused, and then clenched, and saw that there was a shallow scar on his finger, even if it had been a month, it still left this scar.

"The driver ......"

Ling Ze suddenly, and his face also sank.

The doctor stood up, then took out a stack of test sheets from the side and placed them in front of Ling Ze.

"Mr. Ling, I'm sorry, but we have to do a full body examination for you."

Ling Ze didn't go through the stack of inspection reports, it was useless to flip through them, he wouldn't read them, and he wasn't Zhuo Xinming.

He kept his face calm and sat there without saying a word.

The corners of his lips curled up, so self-deprecating was a little embarrassed.

"Is it AIDS?"