Jiang Qian went out of the clinic today, and he felt like he was falling into an ice cellar all morning.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she feels that since she went out in the morning, Lu Qingshi didn't know what stimulation she had received, and she seemed to be very unhappy.

Although he didn't show it deliberately, he has always been kind and pleasant to the most difficult patients, but today he frowned in front of the crying patient for the first time, and his cold aura frightened the patient and didn't dare to cry.

Throughout the morning of the visit, he had a cold face, what Jiang Qian told him, he basically didn't reply, only when he asked about prescribing medicine and other work matters, he could respond and point out to her.

It's just that the solemnity in his tone, and the cold and deep gaze that fell on her face, made Jiang Qian's heart tremble, and he almost prescribed the wrong medicine twice in the morning.

Lu Qingshi had two intracranial aneurysm clipping surgeries in the afternoon, and Jiang Qian studied with Professor Zhou, and he didn't have a chance to say a word to him for a day.

At night, she wrote about the experience of intracranial hematoma removal in the study, and she lingered until late when she heard the sound of the door password lock opening.

She looked up, and it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

She heard Lu Qingshi put the car keys, and the footsteps came from the entrance, and when she passed by the study, the steady footsteps paused.

Jiang Qian was inexplicably a little nervous.

But the footsteps only paused, and then continued to walk, as if they had no intention of coming in.

Jiang Qianmeng breathed a sigh of relief.

But she could also realize that Lu Qingshi had something to say to her.

Jiang Qian didn't know where she was upsetting him, so she didn't dare to go out, until there was no sound in the living room for a long time, she guessed that Lu Qingshi was probably asleep, so she hastily sorted out the experience of checking the typos several times, and then turned off the light in the study and walked out.

But the lights in the living room were on.

Blue-white smoke rose from the afterglow of her vision.

Lu Qingshi's tall body sat on the sofa, with a cigarette between his slender finger bones.

He sat silently, with a dozen cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray on the table.

It's like I've been sitting there for a long time.

There was a bottle of red wine on the coffee table, and most of the wine in the goblet was drunk.

Lu Qingshi rarely drank alcohol.

Now that he sits in such a high position, there are not many socials at the wine table that must let him drink, and the number of times he drinks at home is even rarer.

The only time Jiang Qian saw him drinking at home was when she was in high school, and suddenly the nursing home called home, saying that her sister's brain wave reflex was not very good.

In other words, the hope of waking up is getting slimmer and slimmer, and basically the rest of the future will be in this continuous vegetative state.

Lu Qingshi drank a lot of wine that night, she was also young at that time, crying sadly in the bedroom, Lu Qingshi heard her crying in the middle of the night, walked in and hugged her, wiped her tears for her, he was obviously so sad, but he was still comforting her not to cry, everything has him, even if his sister really can't wake up, he will take care of her for a lifetime, and he will not leave her alone.

Since then, she doesn't seem to have seen Lu Qingshi drink at home, as if there is nothing that can provoke his mood fluctuations except for her sister's affairs.

But he drank it tonight.

Jiang Qian faintly realized that things might be a bit big.

"Brother-in-law," Jiang Qian said hello stiffly, "You haven't rested so late?" ”

Lu Qingshi's eyebrows did not move, and he only leaned over and lit the cigarette ash in his hand.

Then the big finger of the cigarette pointed to the sofa on the other side, which was not infected by the smoke, "Sit down, I have something to ask you." ”

She was a little nervous, obediently walked to the single sofa on the other side, and sat down obediently.

Lu Qingshi was silent and pinched the cigarette in his hand.

In the transparent glass ashtray, another cigarette butt suddenly jumped in.

"What's the kiss mark on the neck?"

Jiang Qian's back stiffened suddenly.

Raise your eyes sharply.

It was like being struck by thunder in my head.

"Don't tell me I was bitten by a mosquito." His voice was quiet, hoarse from the smoke staining.

A deep, dull look fell on her face.

Word by word, he asked her in a deep voice, "How did I get back last night?" ”