Zhou Fusheng was dumbfounded for a while.

was also ridiculed even more by Song Jingyu.

She hooked her lips, her face pressed against his ear, her lips closed one by one, and every word she spit out was as sharp as a blade: "But it is not useless to have such value, at least, I am satisfied." ”

"Really? How satisfied? Zhou Fusheng sneered, not angry.

She only lifted her arms up a few centimeters, her waist was slightly off, and she was firmly pressed under her.

His eyes were still deep, and his pupils were like ink, fading in the dim light.

At this moment, it seems that he has been bewitched by some kind of bewitchment, with a bit of secrecy.

Song Jingyu hooked his neck and looked at him playfully.

And at this time.

The phone rang, breaking the atmosphere that had just been created.

She only felt a lightness on her body, and Zhou Fusheng got up to answer the phone.

He felt his mouth dry, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the cup at the head of the bed and took a sip of water, and before he could swallow it, he was stunned by what was said on the other end of the phone.

He frowned, his face sank, and his hand was raised and lowered helplessly.

When he hung up the phone, Song Jingyu looked at him with burning eyes.

Immediately, people have rushed out of the door desperately, and there should be something important.

Song Jingyu got out of bed barefoot, lifted the curtains and looked downstairs.

The car's lights gradually turned into a small particle, and it rushed out like a lightning speed, and disappeared in a flash.

The night was already very thick, and a dark cloud in the distance was like a thick inkstone, surging towards this side.

After a while, it began to rain in the sky.

Song Jingyu stood at the window, and the gradually heavy rain outside blew in through the gap in the window, splashing on her hands, and she raised her hand to wipe it away.

The glass reflects her figure at this moment.

It's embarrassing.

……

The next day, Song Jingyu went to the hospital after work.

Unfortunately, Zhou Fusheng was not there, but the door of the clinic was open, and Song Jingyu met Shen Zhixing in the corridor.

He walked ahead and had just returned from a ward round with a couple of interns.

When he saw her, Shen Zhixing walked straight over and smiled at her, "Why don't you go in?" Is Zhou Fusheng busy now? ”

"He's not here." Song Jingyu said.

Shen Zhixing closed the case folder and glanced inside, "You may have been called away by the director, do you have anything to do with him?" ”

She looked embarrassed and didn't speak.

Shen Zhixing smiled awkwardly, "I'll be back in a while, you go in and wait a while, I'll help you call him." ”

As he spoke, he turned and was about to leave.

"Doctor Shen!" Song Jingyu suddenly stopped him, saw Shen Zhixing turn around, stepped forward and asked, "You and Dr. Zhou have been friends for many years, you should know Dr. Zhou very well, right?" ”

Shen Zhixing was slightly stunned, "I don't understand, what you're talking about ......"

Song Jingyu smiled, "I want to ...... Ask Dr. Shen for a favor, it's about Dr. Zhou. ”

As soon as he mentioned Zhou Fusheng's matter, he suddenly understood, and what Zhou Fusheng said last night came to his mind.

So he asked tentatively: "Do you want to chase Zhou to life?" ”

Song Jingyu's expression froze, and then she asked with a smile, "Is there any problem?" ”

"Nope!" Shen Zhixing hurriedly defended himself, "It's just that over the years, he has no feelings for the opposite sex around him, and you know his character, so I'm not very sure......"

A hint of understanding flashed in Song Jingyu's eyes, she pursed her lips and took a few steps forward, "So Doctor Shen, will you help me?" ”

Before he could finish speaking, a man's cough sounded at the door.