He typed tremblingly: "Young Master Yan, I'm really too busy while you're away. If you don't want to say anything else, I'll go do some work first. You have a good rest!"
Yan Beicheng received the message and didn't bother to pay attention to him. Just as he was about to put the phone back, the ringtone rang again, vibrating along with it, shaking his palm.
Yan Beicheng lowered his eyes and saw that it was Lin Chu's cell phone. However, the note did not write Lin Chu's name, but "Nuomi".
Seeing this familiar title, Yan Beicheng's eyes became softer, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a warm arc.
He asked Zuo Qiu to find out Lin Chu's mobile phone number, and then entered it silently without telling Lin Chu that he had her number.
At this moment, Ren's cell phone was vibrating and ringing happily. Yan Beicheng didn't answer it, so he put the phone aside. Until the phone automatically hung up because no one answered, less than a minute later, it rang again, and Yan Beicheng still ignored it.
Lin Chu hung up the phone helplessly and looked at the phone for a while.
Not answering the phone when you are sick is even more worrying. She sighed, changed out of her home clothes, and casually wore a T-shirt and jeans. She didn't bother to find any good-looking clothes. She was taking care of patients anyway, so it was more convenient. And Yan Beicheng was probably too sick to appreciate whether her clothes looked good or not.
As soon as he finished thinking about it, Lin Chu was stunned.
She cares about whether Yan Beicheng thinks she looks good or not.
So he quickly put on his coat and went to the balcony to take off Yan Beicheng's set of clothes that had been dried, folded them and put them in a bag. When I picked up the small square, my face couldn't help but feel hot. I quickly put it into a separate small bag and threw it into the paper bag with my clothes. My palms are still very hot now.
Because the small squares cannot be washed together with the coat, Lin Chu washed them by hand yesterday, shivering while washing. The psychological pressure was unprecedented, and he still dare not think about it now. I really don’t know how she insisted on finishing washing last night.
Blushing, he packed all these things. He didn't know if Yan Beicheng had any suitable ingredients at home. But I think there will be no shortage of these trivial things if my sister-in-law takes care of me at home. If I really don’t buy anymore, I’m cooking porridge at home now. I’m afraid it will be too late to wait until later. I don’t know what the situation in Yanbeicheng is now.
So Lin Chu took the bag and left in a hurry with the things. There was no direct subway to where Yan Beicheng lived, and she was not very familiar with it, so she called a taxi using the software and showed the driver the address.
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Yan Beicheng had just boiled a kettle of hot water by himself. He didn't even put the hot water into the kettle. He directly put the oral thermometer into the kettle and took it out to check the temperature. It almost exploded...
So I quickly lowered the temperature of the oral thermometer. Before I could confirm whether the temperature looked credible, the doorbell rang.
Yan Beicheng clicked on the intercom, but did not rush to open the door. He waited for another two minutes and clicked the surveillance button, watching Lin Chu's every move.
When Lin Chu saw that no one opened the door, he frowned and called Zuo Qiu again, "Mr. Zuo, I'm downstairs at Yan Shao's house. Are you sure it's Unit 1601, Building 23, Dingcheng?"
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Two updates~ I saw a girl asking when it will be put on the shelves. If there are no surprises, it will be on the 16th, which is next Wednesday~