Lu Yaocheng suddenly lost his appetite, put down his chopsticks, and sat upright.

"Before answering your question, I want to ask you a question," Lu Yaocheng was upright, with a deep face and a dignified demeanor, "Your family background is not miserable, your education is not low, you don't rely on material, you have a certain spiritual pursuit, why did you choose to be a lover?" ”

Lu Yaocheng arrived like a god at this moment, his eyes were three points into the wood, and one more point could cut open her chest and see her heart.

This was originally what Lu Yaocheng asked from the beginning, but at this moment, she was sitting on pins and needles, sweating like rain, taking out a tissue to wipe her sweat, pretending that her face was too hot.

"Who said I don't rely on material, I'm materialistic? Why else would I do this job? Also, slash youth are in vogue right now. Do you dare to say that you didn't start a company while buying stocks with your own money? "It's all income, so why bother. Wen Lu tried to use this reason to fool around.

Lu Yaocheng's originally abnormal light brown eyes were as secretive as deep, and his eyes were silent.

"Zhong Zhicheng's matter, you go and ask him yourself." This was the answer he gave her, as promised.

"Eat slowly," Lu Yaocheng got up and went outside to wait for her.

Wen Lu took a few bites and felt tasteless. In the past, when the three of them came together, it was obviously delicious. Could it be that she hasn't been here for a long time and her taste has changed?

She also knew that she had angered him, and all this was related to Zhong Zhicheng, so she didn't want her to mention it because he had a deep hatred with Zhong Zhicheng.

Wen Lu remembered the reason why Song Yan didn't let her face Lu Yaocheng in front of Wang Tiansheng.

Yes, they should have some kind of holiday.

Their meeting ended in a very bad way.

Lu Yaocheng sent her back with a black face the whole time, but Wen Lu's mind was thinking about the crux of the problem.

Noodles don't taste good? Or could he see that she was lying? Or - he saw her deliberately hidden intentions, and he annoyed her half-heartedness?

Wen Lu complained bitterly in her heart, what a great grievance, is it too late for her to slap him and serve him?

It is not easy for a person like her who is easily shy and a little timid to let go of herself and deliberately play up some fun to attract his attention.

What's more—flirting is contrary to the tutoring she received since she was a child.

Before pushing open the dormitory door, Wen Lu thought about how to explain to Mu Huanting that she hadn't returned all night, but she didn't expect her to speak first.

"Went home yesterday?" Mu Huanting waited for her for the night.

Wen Lu's heart was pounding, his eyes flickered, and he kept silent, "Uh...... Yes...... Went home. ”

"Wen Luan and Auntie are okay?" Mu Huanting asked with concern.

"Well, it's good," Wen Lu smiled, turning to sit at her desk, trying to calm her nervous heart.

Seeing that Mu Huanting didn't find anything abnormal, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The packed luggage in the dormitory was particularly eye-catching, and Wen Lu's heart was a little sour, "You really want to move out?" ”

Mu Huanting pulled the mirror and prepared to apply a mask, "Anla, Anla, it's not life and death." You can still see each other often in the hospital in the future! ”

"Hey!" Wen Lu sighed helplessly, "Since you have decided to move out, you have to take good care of yourself." ”

"Don't worry, it won't be long before I will be a young grandmother from a wealthy family, and if I eat well in the future, I will definitely have unlimited scenery, and I don't have to take care of myself at all," Mu Huanting teased, "My dad recently arranged for me to contact the prince of a family business." That person, young and promising, graduated from an Ivy League university. I heard that his father asked his opinion before every merger or investment. His family can have the current scale thanks to the few crimes he guided, and my father wanted the two families to marry, saying that they would join forces. ”

"Then you don't want your male god? Didn't you say you two have eyebrows? Wen Lu doesn't think that Mu Huanting is the kind of half-hearted person, she was originally the eldest lady with a strong family background, but at the same time, she has a good temper, hard enough, and is very caring, so she studied medicine.

Mu Huanting put on the mask, and occasionally there was a stagnation. Sitting on the stool with his legs crossed, he sat down on his side to Wen Lu, "This-don't hinder it." ”

Seeing that she seemed to have something unspeakable, Wen Lu thought that this must be the sadness of a wealthy celebrity. His marriage is regarded as a tool for the family to fight for interests, and for the boy he loves, he can only hide his love in the bottom of his heart after telling his girlfriends.

"I heard Moyou say that you have been running the urology department recently, not to mention that you have taken a fancy to Zhong Zhicheng," Wen Lu deliberately teased Mu Huanting.

Mu Huanting waved her hand, "Zhong Zhicheng's iceberg is left for you to heat up slowly, I don't have the courage." Besides, I like to be tall and handsome, gentle and considerate. ”

"I think you like eight-pack abs," Wen Lu didn't expect Mu Huanting to drool at the male models in the model magazine.

Mu Huanting angrily slapped a few handfuls of Wen Lu, and the two made a fuss.

Unsuspectingly, Mu Huanting waved her hand and touched Wen Lu's injured hand, and Wen Lu "hiss~" gasped.

Mu Huanting felt protective of Wen Lu's hand, and saw the delicate and professional bandage, "It's Zhong Zhicheng or Wen Luan, it's so professional, it's pretty good." ”

Wen Lu didn't notice that she didn't have clinical contact with the clinic and couldn't tell whether she was professional or not in dealing with wounds.

When Lu Yaocheng helped her bandage at that time, she only felt that his movements were very brisk. was told by Mu Huanting, and Wen Lu found out.

"Yes-Zhong Zhicheng's bag," Wen Lu hurriedly wanted to deal with the past first.

Speaking of Wen Luan, Mu Huanting probably doesn't believe it, such a professional technique, or Zhong Zhicheng, who is a surgeon, is more safe.

After all, he is the person who has the first score in the basic exercise assessment of the first college of Zhi University.

Even Wen Lu herself was surprised, she now uses Zhong Zhicheng as a shield, whether she has it intentionally or unintentionally.

The next day when she moved, Wen Lu accompanied Mu Huanting to clean up the things that were not cleaned up, and the small electric fan, face steamer, and small electric pot that the two bought together were all returned to Wen Lu.

Wen Lu looked at it, and her heart was mixed, she might not have a chance to use these things.

Wen Lu couldn't lift heavy objects, so she specially called Wen Luan to help, after all, there was a boy who was easy to move.

"Why hasn't your dad come to pick you up?" It took a long time to clean it up, and Wen Lu and Wen Luan waited at the door with Mu Huanting.

Things have been moved to the door of the dormitory.

She smiled shyly, "It's not my father, it's my male god." ”

Saying that, a new Porsche drove in the distance, and the silver-white body was particularly conspicuous on the campus, and the students on the road couldn't help but want to take a peek.

The car stopped, but the people who got out of the car surprised Wen Lu.

"Is that him?" Wen Luan beside him muttered quietly.

"You know him?" Wen Lu didn't expect it.

"It's familiar, as if I've seen it many times in the hospital," Wen Luan was sure that he wasn't a patient, after all, they were obstetrics and gynecology. He also knows that he is not a family member of the patient.

"Small-" The word sister-in-law was pinched in her throat, and Lu Yaocheng's advice to Song Yan did not dare to forget, "Miss Wen, Mr. Wen." ”