Wen Jingchu learned a little smarter this time, asked Rong Yan to send him a message after work in advance, and found a place to park and wait when he arrived.

He parked the car and sat inside, waiting, and about ten minutes later, Rong Yan sent him a message

Rong Yan: [I'm off work.] 】

Rong Yan asked Wen Jingchu to wait for her at an intersection in front of the hospital.

Every day, at this point in time, passers-by in front of the hospital come and go, and it is difficult to come and go.

As soon as she walked out of the hospital gate, someone behind her was shouting for her.

"Dr. Yung."

Rong Yan turned around and saw Zhou Ming changing into civilian clothes and walking towards her.

"Is there something wrong with Dr. Zhou calling me?"

People came and went here, and the two of them stood next to each other.

Zhou Ming asked a little embarrassed, "Doctor Rong, is the person who married you, is it Dr. Wen?" ”

"It's not." , Rong Yan was a little displeased, and when he saw that he wanted to say something, he interrupted him and said, "Doctor Zhou, this is my private matter, we are just ordinary colleagues, I think we are not familiar enough to talk about this issue." ”

Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to reply to her cold words for a while.

"Dr. Yung, that's not what I meant."

He was so reckless because he was in a hurry.

The unwillingness in my heart is natural.

Rong Yan didn't want to talk any more, "I'll go first, my fiancé is waiting for me." ”

Zhou Ming watched the cold and proud figure go farther and farther, and after passing the intersection, he walked into the street on the right until he disappeared from his sight.

Zhao Nuan appeared behind him, "Don't look at it, you can't see it, still look at it." ”

Zhou Ming was still there like a pestle.

"You say, why do you have to be so persistent? I've heard that the new intern in neurosurgery likes you very much, so you might want to consider her. ”

Zhao Nuan persuaded him.

Zhou Ming was still looking at the direction Rong Yan left, and said in a cold tone, "I don't like her again." ”

"Rong Yan doesn't like you either, entangled yarn."

Zhao Nuan said angrily, "Others like you and come to you, you don't want to see others, you feel annoyed, can't you push yourself and others?" Rong Yan also annoys you! ”

was taught a lesson by Zhao Nuan, and Zhou Ming couldn't refute it, so he was choked and simply silent.

Without disturbing him to continue to be the door god, Zhao Nuan took a step first, walked past Zhou Ming humming a little song, and went home happily from work.

Here, Rong Yan walked out of the intersection and saw the familiar car on the side of the street.

She trotted over to the car, knocked on the window, then opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

As soon as she got in the car, she stared at the man next to her.

A white shirt, black trousers, and a black jacket are also black, and the hair seems to be much cleaner than before.

"Did you cut your hair?"

He reached out and touched his head, "Well, I made a simple fix two days ago. ”

After all, I'm going to get my certificate tomorrow.

"When you're hungry, grab a snack first."

Wen Jingchu handed her the things he bought, and then started the car.

Rong Yan opened the bag and looked at it, there was bread and a box of yogurt.

I ate less at noon, and I was really a little hungry.

She looked up, a smile in her eyes, "Thank you." ”

When the traffic light stopped, Rong Yan broke a piece and handed it to the man's mouth, "You can eat some too." ”

The hospital was far away from the Rong family's old house, and it was dark when they got home.

The corners of Wen Jingchu's lips hooked slightly, and he lowered his head to bite the bread she handed over, and his thin lips brushed her fingertips.

The brief touch is like a tingling sensation of an electric current passing through.

Rong Yan withdrew his hand, his fingers curled, and he looked sideways at the corner of his mouth with a smile, chewing slowly.

"Did you mean to?"

"Huh? Intentional what? ”

Deliberately kiss her fingers.

Rong Yan didn't have the courage to say directly, "It's nothing." ”

Halfway through her meal, the phone in her pocket vibrate, so she had to put away the bread and wipe her hands before taking out the phone.

"Grandpa called me."

Wen Jingchu was driving the car, turned his head and glanced at it, "Maybe you asked somewhere." ”

Rong Yanchai too.

Sure enough, before answering the phone, Old Man Rong opened his mouth to ask where they were.

"Grandpa, there is a traffic jam on the road, we will have about an hour, if you are hungry, eat something first."

Old Man Rong smiled and said, "Grandpa is not hungry, you drive well and pay attention to safety." ”

Since Rong Yan and Wen Jingchu confirmed their marriage, Old Man Rong has seen that he loves to smile a lot more than before.

I was happy all day long, and I was not depressed if I lost playing chess with Mr. Shen.

He and Old Man Wen originally wanted to help arrange the wedding, but Wen Jingchu was afraid that they would be tired and tired, so he didn't let them interfere.

There were many cars on the road, and Rong Yan felt bored and didn't dare to talk to Wen Jingchu.

Tomorrow is his thirtieth birthday, and now that his identity has changed, in addition to getting the certificate, she also has to prepare a birthday gift for Wen Jingchu.

But what to give?

Although the two have known each other for many years, it was the first time they gave him a birthday present.

On her birthday in previous years, Wen Jingchu prepared a gift for her every year, but he gave it to his grandfather and asked him to give it to her.

Every year on her birthday, she receives many gifts from her uncles and uncles, who are former students of her grandfather and are in constant contact with him.

It's also a pity that she lost her mother since she was a child, so every year on her birthday, these uncles give her gifts, all of which are given to her grandfather.

Wen Jingchu's gift to her was mixed in.

Because he didn't give her a gift in person, Rong Yan generalized his gift to those given by those uncles.

didn't give Wen Jingchu a return gift.

And she didn't know which ones were sent by Wen Jingchu.

On Wen Jingchu's birthday, his grandfather would give him a red envelope.

Rong Yan glanced sideways at Wen Jingchu, who was driving seriously.

The sky is getting darker, and the street lamps on both sides of the road pass through the car windows, alternating light and shadow, and the silhouette of the man flickering and darkening.

Asking him directly what he wanted didn't seem sincere.

Rong Yan retracted his gaze, a little depressed.

She has never been in love, and the boy around her who can be regarded as familiar is Wen Jingchu.

Don't know much about his liking.

Giving a watch?

But he seems to have a lot of expensive watches, sometimes one a day.

There's no shortage of her.

Why don't you ask Shen Qingran and Mingxi?

Rong Yan immediately took out his mobile phone and sent them a message.

She asked Shen Qingran first: [Qingran, what gifts do you usually give on your husband's birthday? 】

asked Mingxi again: [Mingxi, tomorrow is Wen Jingchu's birthday, I don't know what gift to give him. 】

Shen Qingran replied in seconds, and replied with a nonsense, at least Rong Yan thought it was nonsense, only five words, [Do you really want to know? 】

Rong Yan: [Of course.] 】

Shen Qingran: [Wait, I'll show you.] 】

About two minutes later, Rong Yan received a few pictures.

A sexy and hot suspender nightdress in one color.

Can this cover the metered meat?

Rong Yan suddenly felt hot on his face.

It is worthy of a real couple......

Before she could finish digesting it, Shen Qingran sent her another message: [My husband and I have never been in a relationship, but believe me, compared to other expensive gifts, men like this. 】

Rong Yan swallowed with difficulty.

decided not to listen to Shen Qingran's advice.

The car didn't know when it stopped, and Rong Yan raised his head to look ahead.

Waiting for the traffic light.

She slowly turned her eyes sideways and met Wen Jingchu's gaze.

He looked down at her phone screen.

And on her mobile phone screen was the photo Shen Qingran sent her.

Rong Yan covered his phone and stammered to explain, "It's not me...... I'm not...... Not what you think! ”

The man's eyes were full of emotions, but he was calm, "If you like it, you can buy a few more." ”