Wen Shaoqing shrugged, afraid that she would get annoyed if she continued, so she raised her hand to pick up a few books on the corner of the table and went to the sofa in the corner.
Cong Rong blushed and didn't look at him. After a while when Wen Shaoqing was quiet, she leaned over and looked over.
Wen Shaoqing was typing on the computer calmly, and occasionally looked down at the thick books spread out in front of him, and picked up a pen to write something next to it. The two were far apart, and Cong Rong could only see some incomprehensible medical terms on the laptop screen. She remembered that Zhong Zhen had shown off to her that her boss had excellent clinical skills and strong scientific research capabilities. He probably didn't know the boss I will study hard until midnight every day.
Sensing her gaze, Wen Shaoqing turned to look over, "It's over?"
Cong Rong looked away, saw that the email had been sent, and closed the computer, "It's almost there."
As soon as the words fell, there was a strange gurgling sound, and the next second Cong Rong's face turned red.
Wen Shaoqing clenched his right hand to his lips, held back a smile, and asked, "Are you hungry? Didn't you have dinner?"
Cong Rong responded in a low voice: "Well..."
Wen Shaoqing put down his pen and stood up, "There is no food at home, can I eat instant noodles?"
Cong Rong also stood up, nodded, "OK."
Wen Shaoqing took a look at her, and she was indeed a hidden foodie. In other respects, she always pushes him back and forth, but when it comes to eating, she seems to be very talkative.
Ten minutes later, Cong Rong looked at the steaming bowl in front of her, and marveled in her heart, this is the most luxurious instant noodles she has ever eaten! There is a soft-boiled egg on the top, and there are vegetables, ham, and dried shrimps in the bowl. It is a big bowl full, and it looks like you are salivating.
Wen Shaoqing handed her the chopsticks and asked her, "What do you want to drink?"
Cong Rong replied subconsciously: "Of course you have to drink iced Coke to eat instant noodles!"
Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, "Women don't eat cold ones, there are Cokes, and iced Cokes are fine." After speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen, quickly took out a bottle of Coke and a glass, poured a full glass and put it in front of her.
Cong Rong picked it up and took a sip, then said vaguely: "I thought doctors didn't eat instant noodles or drink Coke."
Wen Shaoqing smiled, "How many doctors do you know?"
Cong Rong swallowed the last mouthful of instant noodles, and thought about it seriously, "Except for Zhong Zhen, a doctor who has not yet learned, it seems that you are the only one who knows. Most doctors are very annoying to lawyers."
Wen Shaoqing raised her eyebrows, "Because of a medical dispute?"
Cong Rong nodded, "Yes."
Wen Shaoqing said suddenly: "I don't bother you."
Cong Rong was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to answer the conversation, his erratic gaze finally fell on the cup he was using just now. The cup is made of corrugated glass, which is uneven to the touch. It is short and fat. The wall of the cup is light ice pink, and a few cherry blossom petals are sprinkled on it. Through the wall of the cup, you can see the bubbles of cola. I think it looks good.
Wen Shaoqing saw her eyes straightened and asked, "What's wrong with this cup?"
Cong Rong came back to his senses, "It's nothing, I just think it looks pretty."
Wen Shaoqing refilled another half cup of Coke, "I'll give it to you if you like it, new one, never used."
Cong Rong held it in his hand and suddenly asked, "You didn't do it yourself, did you?"
There was a faint smile on the corner of Wen Shaoqing's mouth, "Am I so capable in your eyes?"
Cong Rong muttered softly: "There is nothing a person who can even carve chopsticks can't do."
The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and Wen Shaoqing happened to hear it clearly, and the smile instantly reached the bottom of his eyes, with a deep smile on his brows and eyes, "I didn't make the cup, I drew the cherry blossoms on it."
Cong Rong's fingers stroked the pink and white petals, "Do you like cherry blossoms?"
Wen Shaoqing nodded, "I like it."
Cong Rong looked up at him, "Why do you like cherry blossoms?"
Wen Shaoqing thought for a while, and replied solemnly: "Isn't the cherry blossom the national flower of Japan? Men always have a different feeling for Japanese products."
"..." Cong Rong discovered that Wen Shaoqing was hiding a thick skin besides a black belly.
She couldn't help but glanced at that face again, she really couldn't see how thick that fair skin would be.
After the slander, Cong Rong felt disappointed again. He probably forgot that her ID in that game was Sakura, which translates to Chinese as Cherry Blossom.
Seeing Cong Rong's downcast eyes and not speaking, Wen Shaoqing suppressed his smile, "Just kidding, I went to Japan on a business trip that year and saw a cup like this. I liked it very much, but they didn't sell it. I bought a cup made of similar material after returning home. I drew one myself."
Cong Rong feels that she is a little sensitive and not airy at all. Your ID is Sakura, and she just happens to like cherry blossoms, so don't think too much about it. Looking at Wen Shaoqing's frank face again, it seemed that there was no other meaning. After she lowered her head and took a big sip of Coke, she quickly smiled and shook the cup in her hand, "Then I really took it?"
Wen Shaoqing nodded with a smile, and suddenly asked, "Why were you angry a few days ago? Why were you angry in the study just now?"
Cong Rong is a rational person. She always thinks that it is better to clarify some questions. Since Wen Shaoqing asked, she answered honestly: "Because I think you have a girlfriend and are still ambiguous with me, like a scumbag." ,I do not like this."
Wen Shaoqing looked at her strangely, "I don't have a girlfriend."
Cong Rong frowned and looked puzzled, "Didn't you say you have someone you like?"
It took Wen Shaoqing a while to understand what Cong Rong meant, and he shook his head helplessly and laughed, "She probably doesn't know that I like her."
Cong Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide, then stared at him with a slightly dazed expression, having difficulty accepting it. Someone like him would also have a crush on him
Wen Shaoqing saw the shock in her eyes, "What's wrong?"
Cong Rong withdrew his gaze, his eyes flickered, "It's nothing."
The two of them stopped talking for a while, and after a while Wen Shaoqing suddenly said in a low voice: "It's good that you realize that I'm having an affair with you."
His voice was too low, and Cong Rong was still in shock that Wen Shaoqing would also have a crush on others, so he couldn't hear clearly for a while, so he asked, "What?"
Wen Shaoqing curled his lips and smiled, his eyes were dark and deep, "It's nothing."
Cong Rong calmly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she doesn't have a girlfriend, she doesn't want to do immoral things.
Wen Shaoqing wanted to say something again, when his cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the phone number from the hospital, went to the window to answer it, and after listening to a few words, he began to ask: "What are the symptoms? What medicines have you taken... Report all the indicators …”
Cong Rong didn't understand, so he cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
When Wen Shaoqing heard the movement, he turned his head to look over, and let Yirang ran out at some point, squatting at the kitchen door. Cong Rong was probably still afraid of it, holding the bowls and chopsticks to advance or retreat, one person and one dog were in a stalemate.
He smiled and turned to listen to the phone.
"This is the case for tonight, please pay attention, I will go there early tomorrow." He suddenly thought of something before he hung up the phone. "By the way, please help me make an appointment for a brain CT examination tomorrow morning."
Cong Rong had just washed the last bowl, and Wen Shaoqing just hung up the phone and came back. He asked, "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"
The word "breakfast" is very old to Cong Rong, she wiped her hands, "I don't eat breakfast."
Wen Shaoqing looked at her, "Don't eat?"
Cong Rong nodded, "Well, I'm not used to that."
Wen Shaoqing felt that this problem was a bit serious, "Never eat?"
Cong Rong recalled, "I ate it when I was a child."
"Since when did you stop eating?"
"I haven't eaten since work."
"why?"
"Can't get up. Why, Dr. Wen thinks I'm unhealthy?"
Wen Shaoqing pondered for a while: "You can come to my place to eat in the future."
Cong Rong looked at him and remained silent.
Wen Shaoqing said to himself: "Breakfast is not that complicated to make. Spread the toast with sauce and put it in the microwave for a bit, then fry an egg, peel and wash the pumpkin, cut into pieces and put the rice in the soymilk machine and set it up Make an appointment. It will be ready when you wake up, it will be waxy and soft, and it will be done in ten minutes."
Cong Rong asked a very realistic question: "Who will wash the dishes? Who will wash the pot? Who will wash the soybean milk machine? Can these be done in ten minutes?"
Wen Shaoqing's brows were full of helplessness, "You are only responsible for eating."
Cong Rong was a little tempted, "How much is a month?"
Wen Shaoqing didn't understand her for a moment, "What?"
Cong Rong explained: "How much is the cost of food for breakfast a month?"
Wen Shaoqing was completely speechless, "Do I look like a breakfast seller?"
Cong Rong bit her lip, "No money? Then I dare not come to eat, I feel uneasy."
Wen Shaoqing sighed, "You buy the ingredients and deliver them to my house every night. You provide the ingredients and I contribute. If you don't eat some days or I'm on night shift, you don't have to buy them."
Cong Rong weighed it, "Okay."
Wen Shaoqing opened the refrigerator and looked around, and then suggested: "Let's eat potato cakes tomorrow morning. It's a trial? Continue when you're satisfied?"
Cong Rong nodded in agreement.
Wen Shaoqing closed the refrigerator, "It's getting late, go to sleep."
Cong Rong touched the back of his head subconsciously, "I think there should be nothing wrong, why don't I go home?"
Wen Shaoqing glanced at her lightly, ignored her suggestion, turned around and left the kitchen, "The master bedroom or the second bedroom, choose one."
Of course Cong Rong chose the second bedroom, she was looking at the room, Wen Shaoqing knocked on the door and walked in, holding a pillow in his hand, "I'll change the pillow for you, do you often have poor sleep, dreamy and irritable?"
Cong Rong took the pillow, "How do you know?"
Wen Shaoqing paused, "Just now, when I was pulling you out of the way, I took my pulse by the way."
"By the way?" Cong Rong glanced at him and frowned, "You are a western doctor, what is your pulse?!"
Wen Shaoqing pondered for a while, and seemed to be very distressed, "I'm used to it, it's hard to change."
Cong Rong remembered that Zhong Zhen had mentioned that Wen Shaoqing's family was from a family of Chinese medicine, and that half of the handwritten medical books he saw tonight were from Chinese medicine, so he asked, "Are you really a Chinese medicine practitioner from elementary school?"
"What did Zhong Zhen tell you?"
Wen Shaoqing suddenly smiled meaningfully, and looked at her deeply, "It seems that you two really talk about me often?"
Cong Rong fell into the pit without noticing it for a while, and started to chase people away decisively, "I'm sleepy, get out quickly, I'm going to sleep."
Probably because of changing the bed, Cong Rong has been sleeping unsteadily, half asleep and half awake, feeling someone came in, stood in front of the bed and raised his hand to gently stroke the back of her head, looked at her quietly for a while before retracting hand.
Cong Rong vaguely recognized Wen Shaoqing, opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Only the wall lamp was turned on in the room, the light was dim and dim, and even his voice was a little vague, "It's okay, I don't worry, come in and take a look, go to sleep."
Cong Rong replied in a daze: "Well..."