Jiang Qian hurriedly answered, and his voice was very soft, "Thank you, brother-in-law." ”

Lu Qingshi gave her the chopsticks, looking at the obvious dark circles on her face, she was already fair-skinned, like mutton fat jade without any flaws, if she didn't sleep well at night, she could see it at a glance.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" He asked.

Jiang Qian sandwiched a fried dumpling, swallowed half of it, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I didn't catch up with the neuroma 3D surgery video arranged by Corey yesterday, I think it's a pity, I just couldn't sleep last night, so I looked at the study materials you sent me earlier, and I forgot the time for a while." ”

For her to immerse herself in learning and forgetting to sleep, Lu Qingshi was absolutely impossible to believe, he just glanced at her, and did not debunk it, so he nodded thoughtfully, "Then there is no need to be so sorry, there are many opportunities to study, after coming out of the clinic with me today, Professor Zhou will show the graduate students in the teaching and research department in the afternoon to remove the intracranial hematoma, and it just so happens that the operation has not yet been decided, since you are so studious, you follow Professor Zhou in the afternoon." ”

The chopsticks in Jiang Qian's hand almost clicked and fell on the table.

It's unbelievable.

Professor Zhou is famous for picking skin, and everyone in the entire medical community knows about his bad temper, and he has to go to surgery for a help, because no one can bear his temper, no one wants to go with him, the scissors are slow down for half a second, he can spray saliva to kill you, and if she wants her to do his surgery to help, then she would rather go to the hard copy of the medical records.

Lu Qingshi seemed to see through what she was thinking, and looked at her calmly, "Although Professor Zhou has a bad temper, he has a deep foundation, strong surgical ability, and has been engaged in teaching for many years. ”

He said so, Jiang Qian sighed silently, and immediately it was like frost hitting an eggplant.

Lu Qingshi patted her little head, comforted her, and was about to get up to clean up the dishes, when her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the spotless sofa that had been cleaned up, and the movements of her hands paused slightly, "How did I come back last night?" ”

Jiang Qian's back stiffened slightly, but it was only a moment of panic, and the delicate little face regained its composure, "Uncle Wang and I helped you back last night, and it was Uncle Wang who helped you to bed." ”

She had thought about this set of rhetoric in the middle of the night last night, and she also thought about a lot of questions that Lu Qingshi might have, and she felt that it was foolproof.

Lu Qingshi's deep gaze swept over the light green leather sofa, and his gaze paused on it.

Xu is vague memories and the reality in front of him could not be spliced together, he felt that he was haunted by absurd nightmares, and finally said nothing.

When he was about to go out, Jiang Qian still stopped him and asked the question that had been haunted in his heart all night, "Yesterday, Brother Bai Sichen said that you and Sister Bai Yuan were engaged, is it true?" ”

"Nonsense," Lu Qingshi took the car keys, took her scarf from the coat rack, and wrapped it around her white and slender neck, with a cold look on her handsome eyebrows, "Except for your sister, I won't marry another woman in this life, and you don't have to take this kind of thing seriously in the future." ”

Jiang Qian stood there obediently, letting him tie her scarf, listening to his words that made her happy and sad, she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

Lu Qingshi's action of tying her scarf was very gentle.

Skillful and natural.

She was weak when she was a child, colds and fevers were commonplace, but she didn't know how to pay attention to her body, she went out to school early in the morning in winter to wear a down jacket, and she was always troublesome and unwilling to wear the scarves and gloves that Lu Qingshi bought her, but the number of colds was too much, and Lu Qingshi was not so good at talking, so he simply started to help her wear them.

This dress helped her wear it until she was twenty years old.

The two of them probably didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and Lu Qingshi himself was used to taking care of her like a brother and a father.

The two of them stood opposite each other, Lu Qingshi was more than ten centimeters taller than her, and his tall and straight body stood in front of her, almost covering all the light above her head, and when his fingertips brushed the skin on the side of her neck, Jiang Qian's breathing suddenly became a little tight.

Last night, it was also his calloused hand, which clung to her skin as she cried in fear, burning the flames of her body.

Lu Qingshi wrapped the scarf around her neck and a half, knowing that she liked to be beautiful, and tied a bow that she had loved since she was a child.

At the moment when he was about to let go, his fingertips accidentally brought the cashmere to the scarf, and with the movement of his hand, the scarf fell down, and the skin on the little girl's neck swept over his field of vision, and the position above the collarbone was imprinted with a dark red mark.

Lu Qingshi's eyes froze.