"Knock Knock Knock ......"

A crisp knock on the door interrupted Zangyue's thoughts.

He got up and walked to the door, reaching out and opening it.

I saw Mao Taro at a loss, standing at the door looking left and right, carrying a large bag of things in his hand, his eyes kept dodging.

"Senior, I'm ......"

Before Mao Yao could say anything, he saw Zang Yue walk out of the ward and close the door.

"Go out and talk."

Dropping this sentence, Zang Yue led Mao Yao straight towards the end of the corridor on the floor where the ward was located.

Mao Taro sighed and followed him very obediently.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zang Yue turned his back to Mao Yao and opened his mouth lightly.

Mao Taro couldn't see his expression, but could only hear his usual tone.

"I'm sorry senior, I was emotionally out of control just now, you have your choice, I am not qualified to interfere with your ......"

"I've already sent the number on the note to your phone, and when you have time, call this number as I say, if you still think of me as a senior."

As if he didn't care about the previous conflict at all, Kurayue kept his mouth shut about what happened before.

But the more he was like this, the guilt in Mao Taro's heart became clearer.

Mao Yao nodded slightly, and there was a long silence between the two.

"Go back if you're fine, it's windy outside."

After a long time, Zang Yue turned around and spoke to the young man in front of him.

Mao Taro was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was not too early.

But when he thought of the place he was going to return, he couldn't help but feel terrified.

In the past two days, the atmosphere of the base has been shrouded by the loss of the pre-game, and the mood of their manager is uncertain.

It's better to get up early tomorrow morning and rush back, and say that you will go home today to deal with things.

Thinking of this, Mao Taro's heart moved slightly.

He threw the plastic bag in his hand into Zang Yue's arms, took out his mobile phone and looked at it.

"Senior, I'll stay in the hotel next to the hospital tonight, will it disturb you if I come to bring you breakfast tomorrow morning?"

"Why don't you go back?"

Zang Yue's tone was full of doubt.

Mao taro scratched his head in disdain.

After thinking about it, he still told Zangyue about Mars's current situation.

After all, Zang Yue is the captain, and he has led this team to overcome obstacles for almost three years.

Now when he heard Mao Taro talk about the current situation of the club, the corners of his eyes still jumped involuntarily.

"The current Mars can no longer afford to be the champion team."

He didn't sigh, just calmed down and analyzed.

"I'll send you out."

Zangyue basically acquiesced to the fact that Mao Taro did not return to the base.

The two walked out of the hospital gate one after the other.

In the end, Zangyue booked a mid-range hotel single room for Mao Taro.

Taking advantage of this time to come out, Zangyue washed up in the bathroom in the single room.

Mao Taro took out all the toiletries he had just bought, and Zang Yue walked out of the bathroom, adjusted a razor and began to clean his beard.

In the process, Mao Taro also asked the doubts in his heart.

"Senior, who do you want me to call when you give me the number?"

Zang Yue was facing the mirror above the basin in the bathroom, staring intently at the stubble on his chin.

Hearing Mao Taro's question, he put down his razor and spoke slowly.

"You should know."

"He's the current captain of SOD, sunshine."

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Lin Qiuran looked at the screen in the training room until three o'clock in the morning, and was still not sleepy, and finally slowly got up and went upstairs under strong self-restraint.

In her mind, she actually continued to look at the content of the video again, but it was really boring to look at the picture on the screen alone.

It's three o'clock in the morning, and the last time I stayed up late to this point was at university.

She went to Zhao Qichen's room first and looked at his situation.

Although he has not slept very well because of the fever, his breathing is hot and his brows are furrowed.

But in the end, the effect of the drug is not so amazing, and it is impossible to cure the disease.

She tucked Zhao Qichen's quilt, put the medicine he needed to take at the head of the bed, and then walked back to her room lightly.

So when Zhao Qichen woke up the next day, the brick saw the post-it note at the head of the bed.

"Remember to take the medicine and use it on the box."

Zhao Qichen rubbed his sore temples and propped up his body with both hands.

According to Lin Qiuran's instructions, he went downstairs first to pour water and drink medicine.

Looking at Lin Qiuran's remarks on several pill boxes, Zhao Qichen couldn't help but grin the corners of his mouth.

At this time, Lin Qiuran was falling into a deep sleep because he fell asleep at three o'clock last night.

When Zhao Qichen pushed the door and walked in, the movement was not small, so he didn't wake up the lovely person on the bed.

Slowly, he pulled the covers close to the side of the bed and slipped in.

As if disturbed by Zhao Qichen's movements, Lin Qiuran frowned and turned over.

Zhao Qichen immediately held his breath, and his movements stayed in mid-air and did not dare to continue.

After making sure that Lin Qiuran was still asleep, he lay down gently.

He felt a little helpless in his heart.

Obviously, when he went to his daughter-in-law's bed, he slept with his daughter-in-law, so he had to come secretly.

But who made her Lin Qiuran?

Zhao Qichen surrounded Lin Qiuran from behind and took advantage of the strength of the medicine he had just taken to make up for sleep.

Probably having slept enough, Lin Qiuran finally woke up before lunch.

was not very sober, and feeling the temperature above his head, Lin Qiuran was shocked.

The backhand gave the person behind him a slap.

"Smack!"

So, Zhao Qichen's day began with a resounding slap from Lin Qiuran.

After seeing clearly that the person he hit was Zhao Qichen, Lin Qiuran was frightened and guilty in his heart.

"Why are you? Who do I think it is......"

Zhao Qichen's face darkened.

"If it weren't for me, who else do you think would dare to get into your bed?"

Lin Qiuran knew that he was at a loss.

"I thought there was a pervert trying to take advantage of me, didn't you do it?"

Zhao Qichen snorted and did not speak.

As Lin Qiuran's official boyfriend, the word bitterness with a capital letter has been written on his face.

not only did he have to sneak into his daughter-in-law's bed, but he also had to be slapped and even regarded as a pervert.

Lin Qiuran's expression was sneering.

"Who told you to sneak up all the time?"

"Say it as if if I didn't sneak up and you would agree to it blatantly."

In addition to grievances, Zhao Qichen's tone also had a little imperceptible arrogance.

Lin Qiuran was speechless.

Anyway, she woke up, she raised her hand and touched Zhao Qichen's forehead.

Zhao Qichen pouted and muttered:

"The scenes in the movie where my boyfriend is sick and my girlfriend takes care of me gently on the side are all lies, and they are so fierce to me......"

Lin Qiuran directly chose to ignore what Zhao Qichen said.

The touch in her palms was not as hot as last night, and she was relieved.