My Little Happiness

Wen Shaoqing shrugged, afraid she would be annoyed again, and raised her hand to pick up a few books on the corner of the table and went to the corner sofa.

Cong Rong blushed not to look at him. After a while Wen Shaoqing disappeared before she leaned over to look over.

Wen Shaoqing frowned quietly at the computer, and occasionally looked down at the thick books spread out in front of him, and took a pen to write what was next to it. The two are far apart, and Cong Rong can only see some medical terms that are not understandable on the screen of the notebook. She remembered that Zhong Zhen had shown off with her. Her boss had great clinical skills and scientific research strength, and he probably did not know the boss. Work hard until midnight every day.

Sensing her sight, Wen Shaoqing turned to look over, "It's over?"

Cong Rong retracted his gaze and watched that the mail was already sent, he closed the computer, "It's almost done."

As soon as the voice fell, a strange gurgling sounded, and Cong Rong's face flushed in a second.

Wen Shaoqing clenched a fist in his right hand against his lips, and he could not help but smile: "Hungry? Did you not eat dinner?"

Cong Rong whispered: "Um ..."

Wen Shaoqing put down his pen and stood up, "I have no food at home, can I eat instant noodles?"

Cong Rong also stood up and nodded, "OK."

Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, and it turned out to be a hidden foodie. In other respects, she always pushed him three times, but in terms of eating, she seemed particularly good at talking.

After more than ten minutes, Cong Rong looked at the steaming bowl in front of her eyes and admired, this is the most luxurious instant noodles she has eaten! There was a soft-boiled egg on the top. The bowl was full of vegetables, ham and dried shrimps. A large bowl filled it, and it seemed to be drooling.

Wen Shaoqing handed her chopsticks and asked her, "What do you drink?"

Cong Rong replied subconsciously: "Of course, I must drink ice cola when I eat instant noodles!"

Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, "Women eat less cold, cola has it, and ice cola is fine." After that, he turned and entered the kitchen, and quickly took out a bottle of cola and glass, poured a full glass and put it in front of her.

Cong Rong took a sip and started vaguely: "I thought the doctor would not eat instant noodles or drink cola."

Wen Shaoqing smiled, "How many doctors do you know?"

Cong Rong swallowed his last instant noodle and thought for a moment. "Except for Zhong Zhen, a doctor who has not yet learned, it seems that he only knows you. The general doctor is very annoying attorney."

Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, "Because of medical disputes?"

Cong Rong nodded, "Yeah."

Wen Shaoqing suddenly said: "I don't bother you."

Cong Rong was stunned, but he didn't know how to answer the call. His erratic eyes finally fell on the cup he just used. The cup is made of corrugated glass, and it feels bumpy, short and chubby. The wall of the cup is a touch of icy pink. There are a few cherry blossom petals dotted on it. The bubbles of Coke can be seen through the wall of the cup. I feel pretty.

Wen Shaoqing looked straight at her and asked, "What's wrong with this cup?"

Cong Rong looked back, "No, I just think it looks pretty."

Wen Shaoqing refilled another half of a cup of Coke into the cup, "I'll give it to you if you like it, new, never used."

Cong Rong suddenly asked in his hand: "Wouldn't you do it yourself?"

Wen Shaoqing had a faint smile on his lips, "I am so capable in your eyes?"

Cong Rong whispered: "There is nothing else for people who can sculpt with chopsticks."

The sound was not too big, Wen Shaoqing just heard clearly, and the smile reached the bottom of his eyes instantly, with a thick smile between his eyebrows, "The cup was not made by me, and the cherry blossoms above were painted by me."

Cong Rong's fingers rubbed against the pink 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 moment, and answered seriously: "Isn't cherry blossoms the national flower of Japan? Men always have a different feeling for Japanese products."

"..." Cong Rong discovered that Wen Shaoqing had thick cheeks in addition to his dark belly.

She couldn't help but glanced at that face again, and she couldn't see that white skin would be so thick.

After defamation, Cong Rong's heart flooded with loss again. He probably forgot that her ID in that game was Sakura, which was translated into Chinese, which is Sakura.

Wen Shaoqing looked at Cong Rong's eyes and said nothing, so he smiled. "Just kidding, I went to Japan on a business trip that year. I saw such a cup. I liked it, but people didn't sell it. After I returned to China, I bought a cup of similar material. I drew one myself. "

Cong Rong feels a little sensitive, not at all atmospheric, your ID is Sakura, and people just like cherry blossoms, don't think about it. Looking at Wen Shaoqing's frank face, it seemed to mean nothing else. She lowered her head and drank a sip of Coke. She quickly raised a smile and shook the cup in her hand.

Wen Shaoqing nodded with a smile, and suddenly asked: "Why were you angry a few days ago? Why was you angry at the study just now?"

Cong Rong is a sensible person. She always thinks that some questions are better explained. Since Wen Shaoqing asked, she answered honestly: "Because I think you have a girlfriend, I am still ambiguous like me ,I do not like this."

Wen Shaoqing looked at her strangely, "I don't have a girlfriend."

Cong Rong frowned, wondering, "Don't you say there are people you like?"

It took a while for Wen Shaoqing to understand the meaning of Cong Rong and shook her head helplessly, "She probably doesn't know that I like her yet."

Cong Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then stared at him with a slightly stunned expression, some difficulty in accepting. Will someone like him also have a crush?

Wen Shaoqing saw the shock in her eyes, "What's wrong?"

Cong Rong returned his gaze, his eyes flashing, "It's nothing."

Both of them stopped talking for a while, and after a while Wen Shaoqing suddenly whispered: "You can realize that I am ambiguous with you."

His voice was too low, and Cong Rong was still in shock that Wen Shaoqing would secretly fall in love with others. When he didn't hear clearly, he asked, "What?"

Wen Shaoqing smiled, his eyes dark and deep, "It's nothing."

Cong Rong sighed indifferently, just without a girlfriend, she did n’t want to do anything unethical.

Wen Shaoqing wanted to say something again. The phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the hospital phone and went to the window to pick it up. After a few words, he began to ask: "What symptoms? What medicines have been used ... a bit……"

Cong Rong cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash dishes and chopsticks.

Wen Shaoqing heard the movement and turned his head to look over, letting Yi Ran ran out sometime and squatted at the kitchen door. Cong Rong is probably still afraid of it, and it is neither a retreat nor a retreat while holding the tableware. One person and one dog are in a stalemate.

He smiled and turned to concentrate on the phone.

"For the time being tonight, pay attention to your observations. I will pass early tomorrow." He suddenly remembered something before he finished the phone call. "Yes, you can help me book a brain CT scan tomorrow morning."

Cong Rong just washed the last bowl. Wen Shaoqing happened to hang up the phone and came back. He asked, "What do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow?"

The word "breakfast" is very old for Cong Rong, she wiped her hands, "I don't eat breakfast."

Wen Shaoqing looked at her, "Don't you eat?"

Cong Rong nodded, "Well, not used to it."

Wen Shaoqing felt that the problem was a bit serious, "Never eat?"

Cong Rong recalled, "Eat as a kid."

"When did you stop eating?"

"I haven't eaten after working."

"why?"

"Can't get up. Why, Dr. Wen thinks I'm unhealthy?"

Wen Shaoqing pondered for a while: "You can come here to eat in the future."

Cong Rong looked at him in silence.

Wen Shaoqing said to himself: "Breakfast is not so complicated to make. Toast spreads the sauce and bites in the microwave, then fry an egg, peel and wash the pumpkin, cut the pieces and rice in the soymilk machine Make an appointment. It's fine after getting up, it's glutinous and soft, and it will be done in ten minutes. "

Cong Rong asked a very realistic question: "Who brushes the bowl? Who brushes the pot? Who wash the soymilk machine? Can these be done in ten minutes?"

Wen Shaoqing's eyebrows are helpless, "you are only responsible for eating."

Cong Rong was a little moved, "How much is a month?"

Wen Shaoqing didn't understand her for a moment, "What?"

Cong Rong explained: "How much is a month's food for breakfast?"

Wen Shaoqing was completely speechless, "Do I look like I sell breakfast?"

Cong Rong bit his lip, "Do not charge money? Then I dare not come to eat, and my heart is not at ease."

Wen Shaoqing sighed, "You buy the ingredients and deliver them to my house every night. You produce the ingredients and I contribute. If I don't eat one day or I work on the night shift, I don't have to buy it."

Cong Rong weighed it, "Okay."

After opening the refrigerator and sweeping around, Wen Shaoqing suggested: "I'll eat potato cakes tomorrow morning. Is it a try? Continue when you are satisfied?"

Cong Rong nodded his approval.

Wen Shaoqing closed the refrigerator, "It's not too late, go to bed."

Cong Rong subconsciously touched the back of his head, "I think it should be fine, or should I go home?"

Wen Shaoqing glanced lightly at her, ignoring her proposal, and turned out of the kitchen. "Primary bedroom or secondary 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. She also took a pillow in her hand. "Changing a pillow for you, do you often have poor sleep and dreamy irritability?"

Cong Rong took the pillow, "How do you know?"

Wen Shaoqing paused. "I just gave you a pulse when I tried to make a concession."

"By the way?" Cong Rong glanced at him, frowning. "What is the pulse of a Western doctor?"

Wen Shaoqing pondered for a while, and it seemed to be very distressed, "I am used to it, not easy to change."

Cong Rong remembered that Zhong Zhen had said that Wen Shaoqing's family is a family of Chinese medicine, plus half of the handwritten medical books I saw tonight were Chinese medicine, and asked, "Are you really from the Chinese medicine in elementary school?"

"Zhong Zhen told 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 notice, and started to catch up decisively, "I'm sleepy, go out, I'm going to sleep."

Probably because of the change of bed, Cong Rong has been sleeping too hard, half awake and half awake, feeling someone came in, stood in front of the bed and gently touched her back, gently looked at her for a while before withdrawing hand.

Cong Rongmo vaguely recognized Wen Shaoqing and opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

There was only a wall lamp in the room, the light was dim and dim, and even his voice was a little blurry, "It's okay, I'm not worried to come in and see, go to sleep."

Cong Rong confusedly responded: "Well ..."