When they arrived at the hospital, Qin Moling got out of the car with her computer bag.
Most of the time, Jian Hang didn't realize that Qin Moling was her husband, so he naturally classified him as the eldest son of the Qin family, Mr. Le Meng Qin, maybe he would be her big client in the future.
Anyway, no matter what kind of status he takes, she just can't take him for granted as her husband, there is always a clear dividing line between her and him.
So he carried the computer bag for her, and her first reaction was: "Don't trouble you, I can carry it."
It's just a stomachache, but it's almost better now, and it's not so hypocritical that I can't even carry a computer bag.
Qin Moling walked in front, Jian Hang took a few steps forward, "Give it to me."
He just glanced at her, didn't respond, and walked slowly towards the emergency room.
On the night of Valentine's Day, when he helped her carry fruit, he could not refuse in the same way.
Jian Hang no longer insisted on carrying his computer bag.
With Qin Moling here, she doesn't have to worry about the registration, she just sits in the consultation area and waits for him.
Another doctor is on duty tonight, and the system can see what medicine she took yesterday and prescribed the same medicine for her today.
After leaving the doctor's office, Qin Moling went to pay the bill.
Jian Hang caught up with him, "I will pay by myself."
Qin Moling looked at her. He and her were husband and wife, so they wouldn't even have to pay the medical expenses so clearly. He said, "If I didn't let you drink, you wouldn't have a stomachache. You go to the infusion hall and wait for me."
He is responsible for her illness. Jian Hang was only half-joking: "Don't worry, I won't rely on you." She said: "I have money on my card, just transfer it directly, no need to pay cash."
Qin Moling still insisted on paying the fee by himself, and did not allow any comment.
Jian Hang couldn't understand his insistence, did he not want to owe her
It doesn't cost much, just pay it.
She went to the infusion hall.
When getting the needle, Qin Moling said to the nurse, "Prick the right hand."
The nurse looked at Jian Hang, because what Jian Hang stretched out was his left hand.
Jian Hang motioned to the nurse: "Just prick your left hand." She will have to work overtime, typing, and maybe hold a mouse. If she pricks her right hand, how can she work overtime
Qin Moling looked at the back of her left hand, "The left hand is blue, can it still be pricked?"
Jian Hang: "... yes."
It was the needle hole of the injection last night. One day later, the bruise is basically invisible now. To say that you can’t get the needle because of this bruise is really too hypocritical, and even a child would not be able to get the needle because of this bruise.
He has never seen a week of intravenous drips, with needle holes all over the back of his hands.
The nurse didn't expect the man in front of her to look cold and caring.
Today, instead of lying in the chair, Qin Moling straightened the back of her seat, opened the computer bag, took out the notebook, first placed the computer bag on her lap, and then put the notebook on it.
He didn't say a word the whole time, and helped her prepare properly.
Alright, Qin Moling stood up.
Jian Hang's needled hand rested on the armrest of the seat, not daring to move.
She looked up at him, "Thank you."
From knowing to now, he never responded to all the thank you she said.
Qin Moling sat down in the empty seat next to her, and took out his mobile phone to read.
Jian Hang turned on the computer, and within ten seconds of waiting for it to turn on, he lost his mind.
She went abroad to study after graduating from junior high school. Since then, she has learned to take care of herself independently, shoulder all difficulties by herself, never report good news to her parents but never bad news, and take care of herself when she is sick.
Later, she was able to stand alone and lead the team to do projects, so she began to take care of other people in the team.
Even when she returned to China and was so close to her parents, she never told her parents when she was sick and hospitalized, because she didn't want to trouble them.
She's used to arranging everything by herself.
Today, being taken care of by Qin Moling like this, from registration to payment, including small things like setting up the computer, he did everything for her. She was not used to it, and suddenly felt like a giant baby.
But I also feel that it is good to be taken care of by him like this.
Especially contradictory.
Jian Hang came back to his senses, entered the password, and entered the desktop.
"What time did you come to the hospital yesterday?"
A slightly abrupt voice came in from beside her.
Jian Hang tilted his head and replied to him: "It's past two o'clock, I didn't check the exact time."
Qin Moling asked again: "Driving by yourself?"
"No, the security guard helped to bring it here."
Qin Moling nodded.
He didn't ask any more questions, Jian Hang logged into the email and started working.
A young couple sat in front of Qin Moling, the girlfriend hung up the needle, and the boyfriend accompanied him. The man asked his girlfriend what she would like to eat.
"Now I feel comfortable and want to eat anything."
"I went out to buy, and you stared at the hanging bottle."
Qin Moling was looking down at his phone, he could hear the conversation of the couple in front of him clearly.
Suddenly remembered that Jian Hang didn't eat, he came to the hospital directly after receiving her, and forgot to ask her if she had eaten on the way.
He looked up at the hanging bottle, and asked politely: "This medicine is taken on an empty stomach, will it irritate the stomach?"
While typing with one hand, Jian Hang replied to him: "I ate two pieces of toast to pad my stomach before I came here, it's okay."
After a pause, she replied to the email at hand, and then said, "I'm not hungry."
As soon as the words fell, Jian Hang suddenly realized something, looked at him, "Have you not eaten yet?"
Qin Moling wanted to ask her if she wanted something to eat, but the conversation turned to him.
"I'll go home and eat," he said.
Jian Hang was not hungry at first, but when the bottle was filled halfway, the smell of someone eating in front wafted over, and she suddenly felt hungry.
After finishing the drip, she planned to treat Qin Moling to supper.
The hanging bottle was played quickly today, and it was over in two hours.
Jian Hang chose a high-end restaurant to treat guests, Qin Moling thought she wanted to eat, so agreed.
Sitting in the car, seeing a luxury apartment building soaring into the sky from afar, Jian Hang and Qin Moling had nothing to talk to, and after spending a night on the computer, her eyes felt uncomfortable, so she stared out the window at the building.
That luxury apartment building is her goal. After a few more years, she will have enough money and plan to sell her house and buy a luxury apartment for her parents with a loan. She can only afford the smallest apartment here.
But the small set is not too small, nearly 150 square meters.
My parents still live in an old house from many years ago, and the environment of the community is very average.
In fact, she herself has always wanted to live in a high-rise luxury apartment, but the annual salary in the past few years was not as high as it is now, and she couldn't afford a bigger and more expensive house.
Can only afford the one she lives in now.
"What dish do you want to eat? I asked the restaurant to prepare it in advance."
Jian Hang was so engrossed that he didn't hear what Qin Moling said.
"Jane Hang?"
"What's the matter?" Jian Hang recovered.
Qin Moling was not in a hurry to ask her what dish she was eating, "What are you looking at?"
Jian Hang didn't hide it, and pointed to the apartment building outside the window.
Qin Moling thought: "Do you have a house over there?"
"No. I can't afford it." Jian Hang didn't mention that he wanted to replace the house for his parents.
Qin Moling told the driver: "Go back to the apartment first."
Jian Hang looked at him, "Do you have a house here?"
Qin Moling said "Hum".
Jian Hang didn't ask him why he suddenly wanted to go back to the apartment, maybe it was to get things, or maybe it was to take her to see what the luxury apartment looked like, to satisfy her curiosity.
At present, she only plans to replace it, and has not seen the house in person, because she can't afford it within three to five years, and she doesn't have the confidence to go to see the house. She has only seen pictures on the Internet, and she has no intuitive experience.
In the elevator of the top apartment, Jian Hang guessed from Qin Moling's floor that his house was at least five or six hundred square meters.
In the same building, houses on different floors are also very different.
Arriving at the apartment, the luxurious and extravagant air rushed over.
Jian Hang had been mentally prepared for a long time, but what she saw with her own eyes was still different from what she imagined. The wide field of vision in front of her stunned her for a few seconds.
Qin Moling found her a new pair of men's slippers, "There are no women's slippers."
He turned on the phone, turned on the lights in all the rooms in the house with one touch, turned to her and said, "Go and look around by yourself." Then he said, "Eat at home tonight."
There were only the two of them in the apartment, and there was no live-in aunt. Jian Hang asked, "Let the hotel pack and deliver it?"
Qin Moling walked to the kitchen, "I'll make it myself."
Jian Hang was surprised: "You know how to cook?"
"Easy."
"I didn't expect you to cook by yourself."
"I don't like having outsiders at home. I learned a few things from chefs when I was studying abroad." Qin Moling said, and he had already entered the kitchen.
Jian Hang can also cook, and his situation is similar. When she was studying abroad, she wanted to eat Chinese food and decided to cook it by herself. Grandpa is a chef. He taught live in the video. After a few years, although his cooking skills are not superb, he can cook A table of home cooking is perfectly fine.
But after going to work, I cook less, and sometimes I don’t have time to cook two meals a week.
Qin Moling went to cook, she walked around the living room and the terrace, she didn't visit the bedroom, she felt it was impolite.
"Jane Hang?"
Qin Moling didn't see her in the living room.
"Here." Jian Hang walked along the indoor moving line and looked around.
"What's the matter?" She turned two corners before seeing Qin Moling.
Qin Moling turned on his mobile phone and was looking for the restaurant order number, "There are no vegetables in the refrigerator, and you can't eat Western food, let the restaurant deliver them."
Jian Hang originally wanted to try his cooking skills, but regretfully said: "Okay, you arrange it. I will try your dishes again when I have a chance."
Qin Moling glanced at her, then changed his mind temporarily, "I'll cook porridge for you?" There are still a few ingredients for porridge that nourish the stomach at home.
"Yes." It's best to eat porridge, and she doesn't dare to eat greasy things that are difficult to digest for the time being.
"Are there any taboos? Onion and ginger." He asked again.
Jian Hang is not picky about food, "I don't eat anything."
Qin Moling threw the phone on the sofa and went into the kitchen again.
Jian Hang followed to the kitchen, wanting to see how he cooks.
Qin Moling turned to look at her, "I don't need your help. Haven't you finished your work yet?"
Jian Hang nodded.
That's right, taking advantage of working overtime now, I can rest early when I go home, and I didn't sleep all night last night.
She asked the driver to help carry her computer bag upstairs in the car.
The dining table in the living room is very long, like a conference table, and she works on it.
From the seat Jian Hang was sitting in, he could see the people in the kitchen with his head tilted. Qin Moling rolled up his sleeves and took out something from the refrigerator.
Since getting the certificate with him, she finally felt a little bit at home tonight.
Not too real.
I don't know if he sensed her looking at him, Qin Moling suddenly looked up at her, Jian Hang turned his head, picked up the computer bag on the chair next to him, and pretended to look for something from it.
At that moment just now, their eyes seemed to meet, and for a short while they didn't seem to meet.
Nearly an hour passed, and dinner was ready.
Qin Moling cooked western food for himself, and put all the food on a plate. He first brought Jian Hang's meal to the small restaurant, and only brought his own plate when he returned.
"Dinner." He called her.
Jian Hang looked up from the computer screen, "So fast."
She saw him walking south with the plate, "Where are you going to eat?"
Qin Moling: "Small restaurant."
The night view of the small restaurant is a feature of the house.
Jian Hang put down the mouse, washed his hands and went to the small restaurant.
Before she had time to appreciate the night view, her eyes were drawn to her dinner on the table, a bowl of yam and pumpkin porridge, and a steamed egg with shrimp.
A pinch of green onion is sprinkled on the steamed egg, which looks appetizing.
I didn't expect him to take care of people so well.
Jian Hang took a bite of the steamed egg, it was delicious, even better than her cooking skills.