Is he teasing me

Chapter 12 Interesting

The sunlight poured into the ward through the glass, and the green plants and glass decorations on the long table shimmered. In front of a row of elegant white pure leather sofas, the lilies in the bottle emitted fragrance leisurely. Two nurses walked back and forth, their thick There was no sound from the carpet.

On the soft and clean hospital bed, Zhang Moyan had just woken up, her brows and eyes were sleepy, and the sky blue hospital gown made her complexion clear and fair.

The bedside phone jingled, and she reached for it crookedly, and a nurse hurried over and handed the phone into her hand.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The nurse kindly helped her shake the hospital bed to a certain angle.

The caller ID on the mobile phone was "Mom". Zhang Moyan made a silent gesture to the nurse and connected the call.

"mom?"

"Doudou," came the nervous voice of mother Huang Qin: "Why didn't you call home last night?"

Only then did Zhang Moyan remember that a call she had to make every day was missed yesterday. She hesitated and said: "Yesterday... I was rushing to finish a very important manuscript, and it was too late. I think you guys were already asleep so you didn't call."

"Oh, that's it," Huang Qin said in a tired voice: "Your grandma suffered from high blood pressure again yesterday. I was busy all day, and I just remembered that you didn't call back yesterday. Don't do this next time, do you hear me? I have to call my mother every night to report that she is safe, and my mother is not at ease if you live alone!"

"Well," Zhang Moyan obediently agreed, "I will definitely hit you every day from now on, Mom, is grandma alright?"

"It's all right now that the old problem is gone. By the way, mom will take time to visit you this weekend."

"No, no, no," Zhang Moyan was taken aback, and quickly prevaricated, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow!"

"Business trip? Where are you going this time? How many days are you going?"

"Go to Guangzhou! About a week...Mom, I'll go back to see you when I come back from a business trip." Zhang Moyan felt guilty about lying since she was a child, and she stumbled a few words.

Fortunately, Huang Qin didn't hear it through the phone: "Are you coming back with Liming next week? I haven't seen him for a long time. You tell him to let him come and see Huang's mother. Huang's mother makes his favorite goo Give him meat to eat!"

Huang Qin's enthusiasm made Zhang Moyan's liver tremble. She and Liming...should be considered a breakup, right?She hasn't been with Liming for long, but Liming's decent personality and easy-going personality won the favor of his parents. Zhang Feng and Huang Qin have long recognized him as their son-in-law.

Zhang Moyan couldn't imagine what it would be like to let her parents know that they had broken up.

Let it go for a day!

"Li, Liming?" Zhang Moyan felt extremely guilty: "He seems to be quite busy recently, so why don't I make an appointment to see him?"

Zhang Moyan wanted to slap herself in the face!What kind of appointment, how did she make an appointment?
Why did you say something like Yueyue Kan when you obviously didn't think so!

Huang Qin was really excited when she heard it: "Okay, okay, just tell him that Mama Huang wants to kill him, and he will definitely come! And Doudou, the shrimp paste you bought online last time is gone at home, you can buy it again Just buy two bottles, last time Liming said that the water spinach I stir-fried was very delicious, so I used this sauce to stir-fry it!"

Her mother's joy gave Zhang Moyan an instant impulse to tell the truth, but she wasn't sure whether her mother had the mental capacity to accept such bad news.

After all, she had been single for 25 years before finally finding a partner, who was really popular, and the whole family liked her very much.

If she told the truth now, her parents would kill her to find out the truth, and her hospitalization would definitely be exposed. With her mother's penny-pinching personality, the world would definitely be in chaos.

She decided not to show it for the time being, but instead asked seriously: "Is that bottle with the yellow cap made in Thailand?"

……

The next thing is a short family routine.

Huang Qin talked more and more during menopause. After retiring from work last year, she lost her collective life.The little sisters who come and go are all younger than her, and they are still fighting for socialism, so she regards Zhang Moyan, the only daughter, as a confidant, and every day she calls on the phone, wishing to tell her every detail.

After finally ending the phone call, Zhang Moyan let out a long breath.

In the second half of last year, my grandparents temporarily had no place to live because of house relocation, so they moved to her house.

The old couple have Shenhai characteristics, typical of returning to their old age but very Western style, without the slightest sense of being dependent on others, they emphasized that they should sleep in separate rooms, and keeping personal space is good for physical and mental health, which is said to be the latest research in the United States.

As a result, the three rooms of Zhang Moyan's family of more than [-] square meters were stretched.

Fortunately, Zhang Moyan's family still has a small house of 53 square meters in the new district, which is close to where she works, so she moved out by herself.

Although the phone was hung up, Huang Qin's order to bring Li Ming home still lingered in her ears.

Zhang Moyan slid her phone to WeChat a little annoyed. There were many unread messages marked in red on the interface. She glanced at them, and most of them were messy pushes.

She ignored it for the time being, and slid her index finger up and down until she saw Li Ming's name.

The conversation still stopped at the last sentence she sent him.

Who can tell her that she and Liming have broken up?
Doesn’t breaking up in TV dramas usually require at least a breakup meal, and then say “I hope you meet the right person” to each other by the breezy bridge and riverside?

Why don't they have any?
Zhang Moyan struggled in her heart, but still typed a few words: "I had an accident yesterday and was hospitalized."

So hypocritical!
She deleted and rewritten: "Busy?"

Feeling a little coquettish.

Deleted again.

"Why don't you reply to my message?"

Second, don't be stunned.

Delete again, write again, delete again...

After going back and forth like this, a question suddenly popped into my mind: how would it feel when two people who broke up through the phone screen meet again? "

After thinking about it, she didn't know.

She is experiencing the first breakup in her life, who knows what it's like to meet an old lover!
Forget it, let's go home next week and tell my parents directly that Liming will go to other places to perform tasks.

Zhang Moyan quit WeChat and habitually wanted to click on other apps, but before opening half of the things, a male voice sounded from the door: "To avoid brain excitement, it is recommended to temporarily reduce the use of electronic products."

The voice was somewhat recognizable, Zhang Moyan looked up, and saw Geng Jungeng, the beautiful, handsome and upright Vice President of Yushu Linfeng, standing at the door of the ward.

"Geng Yuan!"

"Geng Yuan!"

The two nurses in the room cheered up, and their eyes lit up, as if they saw the superstar Tianwang, the male god in their dreams.

Zhang Moyan was startled, really, is it necessary to be so excited to see the leader?

Seeing Geng Jun approaching, the two nurses showed uncontrollable excitement on their faces, and their little toes were ready to move, so they restrained themselves so they didn't make a move to pick him up.

Geng Jun walked to Zhang Moyan's bed, nodded politely with the two nurses, and then turned to ask Zhang Moyan: "Did you sleep well last night? How do you feel today? Does your head still hurt?"

Ok?
So... so gentle?
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but look at Geng Jun with wide black eyes.

The mood is stable, the tone of voice and facial expressions are very warm, today's Dean Geng has changed his temperament as if he had been washed in water.

"What? What's uncomfortable?" Geng Jun bent down.

There is actually a breath of spring breeze.

Zhang Moyan gave in: "It doesn't hurt."

However, he did not escape Dean Baiyi Shengxue Geng's hand, he touched the swelling on her head: "The swelling is already subsiding, and it will be fine in two days."

After speaking, he pinched Zhang Moyan's wrist and looked at his watch for 15 seconds.

During these 15 seconds, Zhang Moyan stared at Geng Jun's face for 15 seconds when he saw the two female nurses.

Thinking that there should be nothing wrong with her heart rate, Geng Jun put down her hand, and then gently urged: "You still have a few tests to do in the morning, and the time is almost up. You should cooperate and hurry up to avoid affecting the patients behind."

The tone of voice is comfortable, and it is absolutely world-class in terms of good words and good language.

"Okay, Dean Geng, just now because..." The two nurses seemed to want to explain the reason for the delay.

Geng Jun raised his hand: "Don't talk about it, you should help the patient to prepare, and I will go and register for you first."

Zhang Moyan's head fluttered.

This gentle Dean Geng who thinks about others is really the icy-faced Dean Geng from yesterday?
The contrast cannot be said to be non-existent, it can only be said to be particularly huge.

It's very interesting.

Geng Jun turned around without talking nonsense, at this moment two people came in from the open door of the ward.

The leader is Jin Xueyang. He holds milk in one hand and a fruit basket in the other, and he is in the standard posture of visiting patients.

Immediately behind him was an elder in his fifties with star-white hair and a navy blue coat.

"Editor-in-Chief, why are you here?" Zhang Moyan quickly got up and got out of bed as soon as he saw the person.

　Recently, I have communicated with many author friends. Everyone is writing new books in the new year. They basically write about heroines, who are beautiful, sassy and versatile. I prefer ordinary heroines.

　　I like to be real, and I write stories as if they could happen in this world, as if they could happen to you.

　　This is my pursuit.

　　Besides, a small refrigerator like Zhang Moyan who opened the theater exit in his stomach, is so cute, so cute, he may not be able to be the leading heroine!

　　(The author walked away with an imposing "Humph!".)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)