"Wan Yingying, don't look at me, look at the road."

Meng Qin held my forearm with one hand, and protected my back at a distance with the other, and led me through the waiting crowd, with proper movements and a sense of proportion, and when he heard me say that he was not afraid, he said with no expression on his face, "Yes, where are you afraid, all you encounter are super terrifying dirty things."

I looked up and could see his jaw, and I laughed, "You don't have that good memory."

"Is there one?"

There was no one around, so Meng Qin let go of his hand and looked at me, and said seriously, "Don't laugh, because you treaders will encounter real demons and kill people like ......."

"Okay, I was wrong, Dr. Meng, next time I'll be careful not to use exaggerated rhetoric."

I smiled and surrendered, and looked at his white coat emphatically, "Meng Qin, just now Dr. Liu said that you have published an article, do you still need to write a manuscript to study medicine?" Is it a published paper?"

Meng Qin looked at me quietly, "You can apply for medical school in the future, and then you will know that writing articles is very interesting."

"Interesting?"

I tasted his expression and shook my head unconsciously, "It doesn't look very interesting, Dr. Meng, you can't fool children, as far as I paint a pie, the essay I write will be very similar to a primary school student's essay, so don't show your ugliness."

Meng Qin's eyes filled with a smile, "You seem to be in good spirits, are you completely recovered?"

"That's nature, you see......

I raised my right arm and shook it at him, "Is it free? I told you a long time ago that I am a learner......

After a pause, Meng Qin said with deep eyes, "The bones of your people who learn the Tao are amazing, and the bones are full of flesh, I understand."

I laughed again, and I was really in a good mood when I saw him.

In particular, I found that there really weren't any of those messy ideas.

Even when standing face to face, his white clothes are dazzling, and I don't have the idea of getting dirty, and the solid soup is really good.

Smiling and smiling, I looked at him again with an unfathomable look, and put my hand behind my back, "Doctor Meng, you lost the bet."

Meng Qin was puzzled, and looked at me with some amusement, "What a bet."

"I don't need your help this time."

I said beautifully, "Look at me jumping around, did you lose the bet? It's a pity Meng Qin, you didn't earn a hundred yuan from me."

Meng Qin looked sideways, then looked at me with a light smile, "Mr. Xiao Xie, may I ask what day it is."

"March...... No, today is the 11th ...... of the first month of the lunar calendar."

I thought for a moment, "Well, February 28th, what's wrong?"

Meng Qin nodded meaningfully, "Wan Yingying, your injury is very similar to the Dirichlet function, there is a certain periodicity, according to my previous experience, if you want to break the spell, you must at least survive the month of March smoothly, so that you can count as winning the bet, otherwise, I still have a good chance to earn your hundred yuan, Mr. Xiao Xie, don't be complacent too early, you need to make persistent efforts."

My expression instantly collapsed.

Why is he still coming out of cycles?

I really don't understand the world of Xueba.

Thinking about it, I looked at him with a disturbed heart, "Impossible, I just won, this spell is broken, Meng Qin, you lost."

Meng Qin couldn't help but laugh, "So, you came here today to tell me about this?"

"Not really, this is for you."

I took my handbag and gave it to him, "There are two white shirts inside, I'll pay you for it, it's beautiful, you'll like it."

Meng Qin lowered his eyes and looked at the bags under his eyes, and the corners of his lips had a shallow curvature, "I have a heart, just don't do that kind of thing in the future, I won't accept the shirt, thank you."

"Can ......"

I looked at him a little anxiously, "I bought it specifically according to your size, I told the teller sister about your approximate height and weight, she said that your figure is very standard, and you will look good in these two shirts, don't believe it."

You go home and open it to see, the collar buttons and cufflinks are very exquisite, Meng Qin, you can take it."

"Wan Yingying, I'm still working hours, look over there."

As he listened, I looked not far away, and several family members of the patients were looking curiously.

Turning his face back, Meng Qin continued in a low voice, "See, everyone will misunderstand, it doesn't matter if you misunderstand me, it's not good to cause a bad influence on Zeng Lao, you are obedient, go back, I have my mind."

「…… Oh, well."

I was a little lost, thought for a moment and looked at him again, "Can I mail the shirt to your home then?"

Meng Qin's eyes were deep and gentle, but he looked at me and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a moment of silence, the thin lips hummed.

I smiled at him hard, "Then I'll go first, remember to send me an address when you're done with your work, and I'll mail it to you, goodbye."

Turning around, I took a few steps downstairs, and with a little regret, I turned around and waved at him again.

Meng Qin stood there high, still calm and self-controlled.

The moment I turned around, he called out my name with a slight frown, "Wan Yingying."

"Huh?"

I looked back at him again, "What's wrong?"

Meng Qin's eyes sank a little for no reason, "Did someone send you home?"

I nodded, "Yes, the driver is still waiting for me at the parking lot."

"That's good."

Meng Qin didn't say anything more, "Pay attention to safety."

I groaned, feeling a little depressed after all.

Strangely, you can still faintly smell the aroma on the way to the parking lot.

I looked back in confusion, and there were only pedestrians hurrying by.

Pulling the car door and sitting in, Brother Cui saw at a glance the bag I was still carrying, "Miss Xie, did you send it out?"

I hummed, quickly repaired my mood, and smiled at him, "Go back."

I didn't think it through, and I shouldn't have given a gift to a friend on such an occasion.

Brother Cui started the car and looked at my expression to interpret it to himself, "Could it be that your confession was rejected?"