Xiao Ziyuan didn't seem to intend to let him go, "Thinking about your future life, you are really hot. What are lawyers best at? Grabbing loopholes, stepping on pain points, and tipping points, they are best at protracted warfare. After reading all kinds of situations in the world, You know how to advance and retreat, and you are absolutely true to your words, and you will never be perfunctory. I don't know if Dr. Wen's medical skills can stand up to it, you have met your opponent."
Wen Shaoqing thought about it carefully, and found that when Cong Rong faced him, he didn't have any of these appearances, but was often forced by him to blush, frown and be gentle and obedient. Thinking of this, he became happy again.
Seeing the joy in his eyebrows and eyes, Xiao Ziyuan couldn't help complaining: "You still laugh after being quarantined, I really don't know what you're happy about."
Wen Shaoqing didn't care at all, "Xiao Ziyuan, you are old, you don't understand the state of mind of a person in love."
Xiao Ziyuan teased, "In love? Is it your unrequited love? That lawyer strictly drew a line with you at that time, saying that he was just your neighbor."
Wen Shaoqing didn't take it seriously, "Back then Sui Yi said you were just a senior brother, and now you've been abducted home."
When that name was mentioned, Xiao Ziyuan's eyes and brows were filled with smiles. Wen Shaoqing couldn't take it anymore and kicked him out of the ward.
Lawyer Cong, who had been discussed by the two for a long time, was panting and sitting on the bench in the community, and Rang Yirang stared at him. She shook the yogurt she bought in the supermarket just now, "Do you want to eat?"
Let Yi let out a cry, and Cong Rong tore open the package and put it in front of it, watching him and sighing, "Your master has been quarantined, and you still eat so happily."
Rang Yirang was still gnawing on the yogurt heartlessly, until the hair around his mouth was covered with yogurt, Cong Rong stood up when he saw that it had finished eating, "Okay, let's go back after eating!"
Cong Rong sent Rang Yirang home, and after leaving water and food for him, he planned to go home. When he reached the door, he remembered something, "Do I need to leave a light for you?"
Let Yi let out a cry, Cong Rong didn't know what it meant, "Yes? Or don't you?"
Cong Rong turned off the light while talking, and then turned it on quickly, trying to give way, but the silly dog just looked at her quietly.
Cong Rong thought for a while, "Then I'll turn off the lights to save energy and protect the environment. See you tomorrow."
When Cong Rong was sitting on the sofa watching TV that night, he saw the person in the camera in a news report and finally understood why he felt Wen Shaoqing's cousin looked so familiar. Isn't that the person in the camera? !
It goes without saying that he is in this position at such a young age, so what about Wen Shaoqing, his cousin? It can't be the child of ordinary people, right
She suddenly realized that she didn't know anything about Wen Shaoqing, except for his name and knowing that he was a doctor. This knowledge made Cong Rong feel a faint sense of loss.
She opened WeChat and clicked on the voice message sent by Wen Shaoqing just now, and a familiar voice sounded quickly. His voice was low and clean, and he had a three-point smile when he opened his mouth. Like his people, he didn't seem to be depressed because of isolation.
She listened to it several times in a row, and only after she regained her senses did she remember to check his circle of friends. He seldom posted on Moments, most of them were related to Yiyi. Her finger kept sliding down, and then stopped suddenly.
That was his first circle of friends, a few years ago, just four words, accompanied by a picture.
It's not that I don't miss her, it's not that I don't miss her.
There was a blurry figure in that picture, and it could barely be seen that it was a girl, as if it was taken secretly.
If you don't miss her, Wen Shaoqing's WeChat name is Febuxostat, a very strange name, like the name of a medicine. Cong Rong asked Zhong Zhen about it. Zhong Zhen told her that it was indeed the name of the medicine, and it was used to treat hyperuricemia with gout symptoms. She didn't think much about it at the time, and felt that it was normal for the doctor to name the medicine on WeChat.
Now it seems that there is no deep meaning. She remembered that Zhong Zhen said that he has someone he likes. Is that the girl in the photo
Cong Rong's mood suddenly became unhappy.
Christmas is getting closer and closer, the weather is getting colder, and the temperature has been dropping. Cong Rong went to feed him every morning before going out, took him out for a walk after get off work at night, and occasionally sent WeChat to ask Wen Shaoqing a few questions, often worrying whether he might really be infected. The days passed so quickly that Cong Rong thought she was back in the days without Wen Shaoqing.
On Friday, she was so busy that her feet hit the back of her head. Cong Rong had been busy all day, and her mouth was dry. When she finished sorting out the materials and looked up, she was the only one left in the law firm. In the huge office area, only her office was lit. Suddenly, a kind of desolation and loneliness swept over her, and fatigue also flooded her heart.
Cong Rong drove out of the garage, opened the window to swipe his card when passing through the gate, and was coughed by the sudden cold wind. The security guard at the door of the law firm poked his head out, "Lawyer Cong, are you okay?"
Cong Rong waved his hand, raised the glass and left quickly.
It was probably windy at night, and there were fewer pedestrians than usual. She returned to the entrance of the community and realized that she hadn't eaten dinner yet. She glanced at the 24H supermarket and felt that she had no appetite. She sighed and got off the parking lot.
Just after getting out of the elevator and walking a few steps, the opposite door suddenly opened from the inside. Wen Shaoqing appeared at the door, holding a steaming corn cob in his hand. Rooted corn.
Wen Shaoqing smiled and shook the corn on the cob in her hand, "Do you want to eat?"
The sweetness of crispy corn rushed into her nostrils and stimulated her taste buds. He was standing a few steps away, wearing a T-shirt, slacks, and a cardigan casually over it, just like every time we met before Gentle and leisurely, it seems that you have never left.
When she saw him suddenly appear, she didn't know why she felt relieved and annoyed, she didn't say anything, she turned her head and walked towards her home, took out the key, then sighed, turned around, but lowered her eyes and didn't look at him, "I'll put the things down and go over there."
She has been cold and hungry since just now, and when the door opposite opened, there was a warm aroma, completely opposite to the cold atmosphere in her home, luring her to go in that direction. No one knew how much concentration she had used just now to stop herself from walking in that direction. She wanted to refuse, but she really didn't have the courage to open the door to face the loneliness.
Wen Shaoqing seemed to see that something was wrong with her, and without saying anything, he turned around holding the corn cob and at the same time told him to let her go, "You wait here for her."
Rang Yirang walked forward a few steps obediently, squatted in the middle of the corridor, and swept his tail back and forth in a good mood.
Cong Rong put down his things and washed his face before coming out. As soon as he went out, he saw Rang Yirang squatting at the door waiting for her. Behind it was a half-closed door, and he could vaguely see the soft light and Wen Shaoqing's figure inside. .
After Cong Rong came in, he spontaneously sat at the dining table. Wen Shaoqing brought out a plate of crispy corn from the kitchen, and picked out a well-baked one and handed it to her, "When I came out of the hospital today, I saw some for sale on the street. Come back and try to make it yourself, taste it, it tastes good."
Cong Rong took it but didn't eat it right away, so he lay down at Wen Shaoqing's feet, spit out the corn in his mouth and put it on the ground, and then kept staring at Cong Rong.
Cong Rong was bored, she was too tired and hungry, her mind was in a mess, she raised the corn cob in her hand and asked in a daze, "Mine looks tastier?"
It was rare for Wen Shaoqing not to provoke her, and replied with a chuckle: "It is waiting for you to eat together."
"Really?" Cong Rong took a bite and looked at Yiyi, and sure enough, he lowered his head and began to gnaw fiercely.
Wen Shaoqing laughed, "It seems that you have gotten along very well these few days."
Cong Rong didn't answer, and after taking a few bites, he finally looked up at him, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Wen Shaoqing nodded, "The result came out today, and I wasn't infected."
"That's good." After Cong Rong answered three words softly, he stopped talking, lowered his head and ate corn quietly.
Wen Shaoqing seemed to be aware of her depression, so she teased her to talk, "You are not sure if I feel infected, so you dare to eat what I give?"
Cong Rong was too tired to use his brain, and mechanically said what was in his heart, "I have been vaccinated against hepatitis B and checked the information. In fact, I may not be infected if I come into contact with a carrier of hepatitis B virus. You see, one of the husband and wife has a carrier. Hepatitis B virus, the probability of infecting your spouse is very low. Even if you are infected... "
Cong Rong suddenly frowned, lowered her eyes and seemed to be thinking about this question very seriously, but her mind was in a mess, she simply stopped thinking, pursed her lips and continued to answer: "Hepatitis B is nothing to be afraid of, maybe giving birth is a question… "
As she talked further and further away, Wen Shaoqing held back a smile, "You think very long-term, and you have taken into account all the children's problems."
Cong Rong suddenly felt lonely and courageous, and moved the corner of her mouth, but she swallowed the words when she reached her mouth.
Wen Shaoqing's eyes kept falling on her face, and her small movements were naturally not ignored, "What do you want to say?"
Cong Rong suddenly raised his head, looked at his eyes in a daze, his brain suddenly couldn't think, and the words in his heart came out so naturally in a single thought.
"What is this? I even thought of the child's name."
Wen Shaoqing didn't show any surprise at all, and smiled softly as if afraid of waking her up: "What's your name?"
"Call..." Cong Rong looked at his smiling face and suddenly realized what he was saying. He was startled, and immediately changed his words calmly, "Why did I tell you my child's name?"
A trace of regret flashed in Wen Shaoqing's eyes, but he stopped being entangled and asked instead: "Then what is the last name of Lawyer Cong's child?"
Cong Rong suddenly felt that the most affectionate thing is not to name me with your surname, but even if we are nothing, I will still look forward to the child conceived by your flesh and blood, and subconsciously think that he (she) has the same surname as you .
Cong Rong lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows, tilted his head and smiled under the hazy orange light, covering most of her face with his arms, making the smile a little blurry, "Probably the last name is... Cong."
Wen Shaoqing didn't feel annoyed when she heard her being sloppy, she smiled and stood up, "There is mutton soup warm in the kitchen, I'll give you a bowl to taste."
Cong Rong looked at the back in the kitchen, lowered his head and rubbed between his brows. She is a delicate and sensitive person, how could she not appreciate his good intentions. She didn't get along with Wen Shaoqing for a long time, and when he was in a good mood, Wen Shaoqing teased her with black belly and vicious tongue; when he was in a low mood like tonight, he was gentle and considerate. That gentle aura enveloped him from fingertips to brows. After all, this Wen surname is generally not wrong.
The white soup in the porcelain bowl has a little bit of oil, but it is not annoying under the background of emerald green condiments and orange-red carrots. When the warm soup enters the stomach, Cong Rong sighs comfortably: "The doctor really knows how to keep in good health." what!"
On a winter night, drinking a bowl of hot soup is really enjoyable. It can be seen from this that Wen Shaoqing is indeed a person who knows how to enjoy life, and his quality of life is very high. For her who can make do with life, this is far beyond her reach.
Cong Rong stroked the edge of the porcelain bowl, and asked herself silently, would the person who is liked by such a good person be happy