When he got home, Song Ying didn't go in. He just stood at the door and joked before leaving.
He collected the money normally, which both Zheng Ren and Su Yun were very satisfied with. One code after another, this manager Song is a much better person than the short and fat man just now.
Su Yun went back downstairs and picked up a bottle of Moutai with an iron cap. He came back with a smile and said, "Boss, if you have a chance, get me some of this. I've had it a few times recently and it feels different from before."
"Did you drink fake wine before?"
"Boss, you've learned too much." Su Yun weighed Moutai and said, "I'm really reluctant to part with it. If there weren't so many things worth celebrating recently..."
"Don't talk nonsense. If you can keep the wine, it's just like Heizi can keep the bones. It's impossible." Zheng Ren stood outside the open kitchen, looked at the little girl with a smile, and replied casually .
"Boss, don't forget to go to the Imperial Capital City tomorrow morning," Su Yun said lazily as he settled on the sofa.
"I know." Zheng Ren said, "Just contact Zhou Chunyong. When the time comes..."
"Zhou Chunyong said that he would pick you up in person." Su Yun was holding the mobile phone in his hand and was talking when he suddenly jumped up from the sofa.
Zheng Ren sensed something was wrong, but didn't ask and looked back.
Su Yun had regained his composure, and as if nothing had happened, he blinked at Zheng Ren, signaling him to be quiet.
What's wrong with this thing? Was he forced into marriage by his ex-girlfriend
Zheng Ren was confused, but said nothing and talked to Xie Yiren about his experiences during the day. Every trivial thing is said calmly.
He has no talent for telling stories, and Big Pig Hoof has never blessed him. It sounded very plain, but the little girl smiled happily when she heard it.
Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and thought these two people were really funny. They were supposed to be in love, but instead they behaved like an old married couple.
But there was something on his mind, and he couldn't taste the food he ate.
After eating, the two of them were kicked out together with Heizi. In the evening, Xie Yi and Chang Yue wanted to catch up on dramas. Since the last discussion about Acinetobacter baumannii started from the case of the burnt iron flower, Zheng Ren and Su Yun had nothing to do with watching dramas. It’s related.
After returning to the room with Heizi, Zheng Ren saw a bottle of water trapped on the window sill and didn't pay attention. I tried the flower soil and it was still a little damp, so I didn’t need to water it.
"Hey, what happened?" Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and asked.
"Oh, don't mention it." Su Yun said sadly.
"You won't be blocked by someone with a big belly, right?" Zheng Ren had nothing to do with himself. He smiled and said: "But judging from the time you returned to Haicheng, the child is already about two years old and can be called daddy. A bunch of Children of all colors surround you, hugging your legs..."
"Don't mention it, it's not time to run for governor yet." Su Yun blew out a smoke ring and said, "There is a group of girls who are very bored and organized a support group, you know."
"I seem to have heard someone mention it. Do you have any contact with them?"
"It's just a group of girls who find some excuse to get together and play together. I'm just a cover." Su Yun said, "I don't even know who is there."
"Then what? Are you responsible?" Zheng Ren said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
If this kind of thing becomes troublesome, it will be quite troublesome.
"After I left the imperial capital and disappeared from the world, the president of the support club went abroad." Su Yun said: "This is not because I came back. She got the news and suddenly came back."
"Does it matter?" Zheng Ren asked.
The question is very simple, but the words inside carry countless meanings.
Su Yun naturally understood. He sighed and said, "It doesn't matter, I just feel irritated."
"I'm really curious about what your support club will do to you." Zheng Ren also suddenly started gossiping.
"If I don't do anything, I don't know who everyone is in reality." Su Yundao said: "For example, every time I had an operation, my sterile gown would be new. Similar, it's all like this little things.”
This matter is not trivial. Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun with a smile, knowing that this guy was showing off to himself. They were so worried that they didn't want to drink anymore, and they didn't forget to show off.
Sterile clothing, the kind of clothing that is worn after hand disinfection, has two types. One type is disposable, has poor air permeability, and makes a snapping sound when moving. Almost all surgeons dislike it.
The other type is the classic dark green sterile gown, which is made of cloth and feels particularly comfortable when worn. However, there are always some surgeons who are not used to untying the straps of this kind of clothing, and either they are anxious or bold and just rip off the straps.
Coupled with repeated disinfection, it gradually becomes faded and broken. Therefore, in Zheng Ren's impression, this kind of sterile clothing was always in tatters, and sometimes even had patches on it.
Such sterile gowns have been gradually eliminated. After all, the cost is high and they are far less worry-free than disposable sterile gowns.
There is a new sterile gown to wear every time, and this status in the world... Anyway, Zheng Ren "just" got to be a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic, and has not yet achieved this kind of treatment.
I'm afraid even the old academicians who often undergo surgeries won't be able to wear new sterile gowns.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled happily and said, "It's really good. What else is there?"
"Why are you so trustworthy?" Su Yun said impatiently: "I'm going to bed, I have to go to the imperial capital tomorrow."
Zheng Ren didn't press Su Yun, he gently stroked Heizi's dog head and smoked a cigarette. It was quite comfortable on days when there was no emergency.
Wash and sleep.
Lying on the bed, Zheng Ren habitually greeted Xie Yiren good night, and then opened QQ.
Mathematical Olympiad is really boring. It’s so simple, why can’t anyone else do it? The little boy's story has been updated.
Seeing this comment, Zheng Ren immediately thought of the long black hair floating in front of Su Yun's forehead. It's the same stinky shit.
If that little boy and Su Yun were put together, they would probably have many topics in common. The two of them are exactly the same proud and willing to put on a little pretense.
It's just that the little boy is still young and shows off too deliberately.
A smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth, very plain and warm.
Now that I can learn the boring Mathematical Olympiad, it proves that I have almost recovered from my condition. I don’t know which hospital I went to for treatment and treatment, but the effect was so good.
It seems that even the big pig's trotters can't completely believe it.
He recalled the shocking red color of the system panel when he saw the little boy, read the words on QQ Talk, and couldn't help but smile.
Big pig's hooves are not everything, and may be a big deal to the owner. But for Zheng Ren, it would be better for the little boy to recover and go back to school.
It is estimated that this is just the first course of treatment, and it will take five to seven courses of treatment to consolidate it.
Come on, Zheng Ren thought.
Turning off the phone, Zheng Ren quickly fell into a dream. I slept very sweetly, and it was a good night's sleep.