Remembering that she was going to accompany Du Zeming to the hospital for injections tomorrow morning, Lin Qingrou sent a WeChat message to Song Miao after washing the dishes, telling Song Miao that she would not be able to come tomorrow.

Originally, Lin Qingrou thought that it would be good to talk to Song Miao, but who knew that this guy would become so difficult today, and she couldn't stand Song Miao's questioning, and Lin Qingrou completely explained the reason why she asked for leave tomorrow.

On the other end of the phone, Song Miao looked at the words on the WeChat page, and gradually showed a smile on her face that the conspiracy had succeeded, she said, how could Lin Qingrou, who had always been unable to shake the wind and rain, suddenly ask for leave and not come, and sure enough, the two of them began to get tired again.

She didn't believe that Du Zeming, who had always been decisive in killing, would be stumped by such a trivial matter as washing dishes, and only a simple and ignorant woman like Lin Qingrou would believe it, Song Miao pursed her lips and despised Du Zeming's behavior, seeing that it was almost nine o'clock now, everyone should wash up and rest, and got the answer they wanted Song Miao was not pestering Lin Qingrou, and quickly ended the chat between them.

Thinking of staying in the hospital with him for half a day tomorrow, Lin Qingrou felt a little embarrassed, after all, the relationship between the two is so complicated now, she really doesn't want to have more contact with him, but there are some small contradictions in her heart, after all, Du Zeming cut her finger for them, and of course she needs to be grateful.

Thinking about it, Lin Qingrou no longer bothered and walked out of the kitchen generously, handed a glass of freshly squeezed juice to Du Zeming, and introduced tomorrow's schedule to him.

"That Du Zeming, you are free tomorrow, if you are free, we will go to the hospital and treat the wound, after all, these things can be big or small, and we can't be sloppy."

Du Zeming looked at the cup of apple juice in his hand that was cold but warmed his heart, and he was happy in his heart, and he nodded flatly, indicating that he was free tomorrow.

"I've been on vacation for the past few days, and I'm completely free, so what time are we going tomorrow?"

Thinking that she had to serve this great god as soon as possible and let him go back to his house as soon as possible, Lin Qingrou thought in her heart about what time she would have to go to the hospital tomorrow to catch up with the low peak period of the hospital, and she wanted to finish it early and separate from Du Zeming as soon as possible.

"Then let's go over at eight o'clock tomorrow, there are not many people in the hospital at this time, and we can save time in line."

Lin Qingrou was about to get up and leave, and vaguely saw a trace of bright red oozing from the gauze on his hand, Lin Qingrou took a look at it in surprise and found that his finger was really bleeding again, and couldn't help but stop in place and tell him again: "Du Zeming, why is your finger bleeding again, did you just touch the wound?" ”

Since he didn't feel the pain, Du Zeming didn't notice that his wound began to ooze blood again, and when he heard Lin Qingrou say this, he raised his hand suspiciously and glanced at it, and really found a wisp of bright red on the white gauze.

Du Zeming knew that Lin Qingrou was very soft, and he was very friendly to anyone, even if he was already a familiar and strange friend to her, but he knew that in this case, Lin Qingrou would still worry about him.

In order not to worry her, Du Zeming secretly hid his hand on the side of his leg and didn't want Lin Qingrou to see it, he showed a light smile and a calm face.

"It's nothing, I guess there is too much blood in my body, and after accumulating for so many years, I finally found an inclined opening, they can't wait, don't worry too much." Du Zeming picked up the juice on the table and took a sip, licked his lips, and then said: "Qingrou, you take Linlin to take a bath first, my hands can't touch the water for the time being, I can only trouble you tonight." ”

Because of Father Lin's excellent teaching to Lin Qingrou over the years, she has maintained everyone's beautiful style over the years, although Lin Qingrou didn't want to face Du Zeming, but she couldn't resist the guilt in her heart, so she had to follow the etiquette knowledge she learned when she was a child and looked at Du Zeming's eyes seriously and listened to him.

Seeing Du Zeming licking his lips sexily, Lin Qingrou's eyes were a little evasive and she didn't dare to look at his face, she didn't say anything more but nodded, and then took Du Lin's little hand and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

It was already past nine o'clock, considering that Du Lin was growing up and needed to go to bed early and get up early, Lin Qingrou didn't dare to rub it anymore, and after putting a bathtub of water, she taught Du Lin how to wash it by himself.

Since Du Lin was in the first grade, Lin Qingrou began to take a bath by Du Lin alone, in order to exercise Du Lin's hands-on ability, she never taught him with words on the side and never interfered.

It's been more than a year, and Du Lin can now wash herself cleanly, at this time, she usually watches TV in the living room and waits for Du Lin to come out of the shower before changing her to wash, but tonight there is one more Du Zeming in the living room outside, so that Du Zeming who she doesn't dare to face alone, she can only hide in the kitchen and play with her mobile phone to kill time.

Coaxed Du Lin to lie on the bed and sleep quietly, Lin Qingrou said good night to her son, turned off the light and walked outside to the living room and said to Du Zeming: "That, I'll go take a bath first, I've washed the bath towel and dried it outside the balcony, if you need it, you can get it yourself." ”

With a little nervousness, Lin Qingrou turned around and walked to her room to pack up the clothes she was going to wear, leaving Du Zeming to sit quietly in the brightly lit living room by himself, looking at her wonderful back with a smile.

After taking a shower, Lin Qingrou gathered the long silk pajamas on her body, not wanting it to stick to her skin tightly after being stained with water, and tidied up in front of the mirror for a while, Lin Qingrou saw that there was nothing wrong with herself, she opened the door and walked out, reminding Du Zeming that she could go to the bath.

The shoes were a little slippery when they were wet, in order not to let herself fall, Lin Qingrou walked slowly into the living room with small steps, and reminded Du Zeming softly: "Du Zeming, I can already do it, now no one uses the bathroom, if you want to take a bath, go ahead." ”

Lin Qingrou noticed that Du Zeming's gaze fell on her, she nervously pinched the corner of her clothes and said "good night" to him, and then went back to her room, her steps were extremely brisk, and she felt a little deserted and fled.

Looking at Lin Qingrou's flustered steps, Du Zeming grinned, thinking of the whiteness that the collar of her pajamas had just exposed, with a few drops of water on her slender neck, and the faint fragrance of fruit on her body made her look extraordinarily delicious, Du Zeming swallowed his saliva, and his sexy Adam's apple slid up and down.

He smiled, got up and walked to the balcony, took off the white bathrobe with the scent of laundry detergent, and strode to the bathroom humming a cheerful little tune.

The night was like water, the quiet moonlight sprinkled down on the empty room like practice, and the wall clock on the wall ticked and walked, singing a solo in this quiet room.

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Early in the morning, Lin Qingrou rubbed her eyes and rolled over, reached out and pressed off the alarm clock on the bedside table, she opened her eyes leisurely, pulled her slippers and opened the door and walked to the bathroom outside to wash.

She took the toothbrush and brushed her teeth carefully, up and down, inside and out, not letting go of a single gap, she picked up the cup and took a sip of water in her mouth, rinsed her teeth in her mouth, and then spit out the water, and so on. After a few minutes, Lin Qingrou reached out and took the cotton towel placed on the elevated shelf to wipe the water on her face, and wiped all the water dry before opening the door and walking out.

It wasn't long before it was seven o'clock, so she simply made steamed buns for three, walked out of the kitchen and sat down at the table waiting for the father and son to get up.

"Dididi" The mobile phone lying quietly on the dining table lit up, Lin Qingrou reached out and crossed out the alarm clock reminder on it, got up and walked to Du Lin's room to call the little lazy pig to get up.

After both of them were done, Lin Qingrou went to the kitchen to bring the pork buns that had already been automatically turned off and waiting for the master to come and take them away, looking at Du Lin's cute appearance of almost drooling, Lin Qingrou reached out and patted away the little hand he wanted to stretch out, took a few pairs of disposable gloves from the shelf next to him, and handed them to the two.

Lin Qingrou looked at Du Lin, who was sitting opposite her, with a face propped up, and taught him how to live in normal times. "Linlin, the things that have just been brought out of the pot are very hot, so you can't be anxious, it's easy to burn your hands, and it's not hygienic to hold it directly with your hands, we usually have to use disposable gloves, so it's easy to wash off the grease stains on your hands."

"Mom, Linlin knows, then I'll eat it, the big buns are so fragrant!" Du Lin wanted to eat it for a long time, but his mother had been teaching him to learn life knowledge just now, and he didn't dare to do it, so he finally waited until his mother stopped nagging, Du Lin directly got his hands on the best big bun on the plate, and took a big bite with satisfaction.

After eating and drinking, Lin Qingrou asked Du Lin to go to the bathroom to wash his hands, and he went to Du Lin's room to clean up the books he was going to use in class today, otherwise this kid would always be sloppy, and he wouldn't know if he brought fewer books.

Seeing Lin Qingrou coming over, Du Zeming got up from the chair and took the initiative to take the small schoolbag in her hand, and said to her with a comfortable look: "Qingrou, let me come, you have worked hard for so long, it's time for me." ”

Lin Qingrou nodded, let go of her hand and took Du Lin's schoolbag by Du Zeming, she didn't think much about it and didn't know that the sentence Du Zeming just said with a smile actually contained another meaning, she shouted Du Lin, who didn't know what to do, and urged him to hurry over and put on his shoes and go to school.

"Mom, I'll be here when I wait." Du Lin was hiding in the bathroom playing with the water, because he was so happy to forget what his mother had just told him, he heard his mother's call, and hurriedly turned off the water, and ran to the entrance to take off his shoes and put on sneakers.

Seeing that the three of them were going out this morning, Lin Qingrou planned to send Du Lin to school and then drive directly to the hospital with Du Zeming, anyway, it was better to wait for the hospital to register and wait, thinking that Du Zeming's hand was injured, she directly rejected Du Zeming's idea of being a driver, and drove her car to Du Lin's school with the father and son in the back seat.

(End of chapter)

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