After breakfast, Chu Jin and Xuanxuan were about to leave in a hurry. Director Qin asked Chu Jin where he was going. He happened to have to go to school for something and could drop by. Chu Jin just looked back and smiled: "Do you want to come with me to meet your parents?"
Director Qin paused for a second and smiled: "So efficient!"
Fang Ying said reluctantly: "Xuanxuan, just have the heart to abandon me like this!"
Xuanxuan nodded without hesitation: "Have patience!" Then she pulled Chu Jin and left as if running away.
There was an endless stream of people dispensing morning tea at the entrance of the hotel. Director Qin saw Chu Jin and Xuanxuan leaving, said a few words to us and stopped the taxi.
After seeing them off, Liang Sheng turned around and asked He Feimo, "You want to go back to the hospital now. I'll drive you there."
Liang Sheng was suddenly so attentive to He Feimo. I looked at them calmly and said nothing.
He Feimo still looked gloomy. His complexion seemed much better today than the previous two days. At least he could see red on his lips. He Feimo said coldly: "You drank so much last night, you shouldn't be able to drive now, right? I can just take a taxi back."
Liang Sheng disagreed, "It doesn't matter, just wait for me here and I'll bring the car over."
As soon as Liang Sheng walked away, Fang Ying yelled that the company had forgotten to send an important document to the finance department for settlement. Today was the last working day of the finance department and she had to send it as soon as possible. Then before I could say anything, she disappeared like a wind. .
For a while, only He Feimo and I were left standing on the roadside.
It rained a little last night and the wind was a bit cool today. I tightened my windbreaker and asked He Feimo casually: "Is your injury feeling better? The surgery, uh, should go well." Yes."
He Feimo stood there motionless, squinting his eyes at the busy traffic ahead. He was silent for a long time. It was so long that I thought he didn't hear me, and then he suddenly said: "No."
"Huh?" It won't go well
As if he suddenly reacted, the corners of his lips were half-curved: "I mean nothing will happen. It will go smoothly. Don't worry."
"Oh, that's good." Fortunately, he is He Feimo. If Liang Sheng scares me by talking like this, I won't be able to spare him.
Then there was silence. There was a one-meter distance between me and him. He would often stay in one position for a long time, as if he was a statue with no expression or thoughts. But I couldn't do it. I felt uncomfortable and constrained standing still, so I kept kicking a yellowing leaf on the ground restlessly. I kicked it for as long as he stood, until Liang Liang couldn't stand it. Sheng's car stopped in front of us.
"Where's Fang Ying?" Liang Sheng asked me as I got into the passenger seat.
"She said she had something to do at the company and went back first." I quickly put on my seat belt.
Liang Sheng's outstretched hand paused for a second and then moved down to rest on the handbrake. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror, then adjusted the position of the rearview mirror, continued to look at the rearview mirror and said, "The day after your surgery, when it start?"
He Feimo leaned half back and looked away from the window to the rearview mirror, "Not sure, I just know it's morning."
Liang Sheng just glanced at He Feimo and without saying anything, started the car and sped back to the hospital.
None of the three of us spoke a word along the way, and the car was particularly quiet. Liang Sheng was concentrating on driving, and his expression was a bit intense, while He Feimo was on the contrary, his eyebrows were as light as water.
If the faces of these two men were described in terms of paintings, then Liang Sheng must be an oil painting collected by European royal families in the early years. They pay attention to color and rendering, and pursue perfection in every detail. Every bottle of paint is just right and the most delicate. It demonstrates the nobility and elegance of the royal family; and He Feimo is an understated ink painting. There is no need to express anything deliberately. Every stroke and ink is casual and natural. If you look closely, there seems to be nothing to explore. And upon careful consideration, it is truly an intriguing piece of famous painting.
It can only be said that these two types of men have completely different styles, but no matter which one they are, they are undoubtedly valuable.
Because He Feimo sneaked out of the hospital, when we were about to sneak back to the ward quietly, a man in a white coat and a white angel blocked the door of the ward.
"He Feimo!" The white coat said in a deep voice.
Immediately afterwards, the little nurse started chirping: "Didn't I tell you that you can't move around these days? I asked you to have an early operation but you don't want it. What will you do if the congestion becomes more? If you don't listen to the doctor's advice, what happens? Let's The hospital should not be held responsible.”
This is the first time I've seen He Feimo drop by. He Feimo still smiled helplessly and said "Sorry" from time to time.
The doctor glanced at the rest of us around He Feimo and said nothing more. He briefly explained some preoperative precautions and asked He Feimo to sign a surgical risk agreement.
I felt vaguely that something was wrong, but I couldn't ask directly. I had to wait until the doctor and nurse left before speaking in a low voice: "Why do you still need to sign such an agreement? Is this operation very risky?"
Liang Sheng didn't speak, and He Feimo patiently explained: "Generally, as long as the operation is not too minor, you basically have to sign this agreement. This doesn't mean anything."
I nodded in understanding. He Feimo changed into his hospital gown at the doctor's instruction. I stood in the corridor outside and looked at the ray of sunshine in the distance. While I was in a daze, my phone rang with an unknown number.
I looked back and saw that Liang Sheng hadn't come out yet. When I picked up the answer, Qiao Wan's laughter first hit my ears, followed by the immature voice of a child: "Sister Genius, I gave you a baby, what are you talking about?" Time to go home?"
It turned out to be Liang Rui. I couldn't help but laugh when I heard his voice: "It's you, you gave me a doll again. Your brother Liang Sheng and I have something to do right now, so it may take a while before we go back."
Liang Rui said 'hmm' very sensibly, "Then Xiao Qiao Wan and I will go out to buy groceries. We can eat them directly when you come back."
Little Qiao Wan. He is really a small child, but he is indeed very cute.
Liang Sheng walked out of the ward, closed the door gently, and asked me: "Who are you talking to on the phone? You are smiling so happily."
I smiled and rolled my eyes, "Liang Rui, he said that he and Miss Qiao would buy groceries and cook for us to eat when we get back."
Liang Sheng chewed my words with some interest, "Cooking."
After Fang Ying arrived, Liang Sheng and I immediately drove back to the apartment. When there was almost a traffic light, Liang Sheng suddenly pulled over and stopped. I asked him curiously: "What's wrong?"
Liang Sheng came over and opened the door for me: "Come down, let's buy some cooked vegetables together."
"Uh." Although I was confused, I still followed.
This shop selling braised meat has a century-old brand name, and there is a long queue every day. Every time it is meal time, the place is often jammed with water. Liang Sheng and I waited quietly in the queue. When it was our turn, the clerk asked: "Hello, what do you need?"
Liang Sheng and I looked at the braised food in the window. We pointed at a few items that seemed to taste good and said, "Please order less of each of these."
The clerk nodded and was about to pick up the ingredients when Liang Sheng immediately said, "Pack the rest for me."
I opened my eyes wide in surprise. The remaining duck necks, pig trotters, etc. must weigh at least seven or eight kilograms. Not to mention Qiao Wan and the others cooked at home, even the few of us can't eat it. So much weight.
The clerk suspected that he had heard wrongly and repeated: "You want all of these?"
Liang Sheng nodded.
The people in line behind us suddenly started arguing, "Hey, why are you so exaggerated? We have been waiting in line for so long and you bought them all. What are we going to eat?"
"That's right, being rich is great!" Someone agreed with dissatisfaction.
I reminded Liang Sheng in a low voice: "We can't eat so much, so we should take back some. Besides, it's not good to eat too much meat and oil."
Liang Sheng frowned slightly and nodded thoughtfully: "Then I don't want the pig's trotters, and everything else is packed away."
This time there was no room for objection.
I lowered my head in embarrassment and frowned unnaturally. Finally, amid the curses, Liang Sheng walked to the car with two large bags on his face expressionlessly.
When I got back to the car, there were still people staring at me with hatred, and then the remaining people in line dispersed.
I looked at the braised food Liang Sheng put in the back seat with some disbelief, and asked in surprise: "Why do you like waste so much?"
Liang Sheng looked at me naturally, as if he didn't understand what I meant, and said in a very innocent tone: "You don't know how much the two foodies at home eat! Besides,"
I looked at him, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his deep eyes, "I have hardly ever bought anything by myself, so I have no idea."
Phew, you win. I just want to say this.
(End of chapter)