My Little Happiness

When Cong Rong was awakened by the alarm clock the next day, Wen Shaoqing had already brought back a morning exercise. She packed up and was ready to go out, just as Wen Shaoqing came in.

In such a cold day, he was steaming all over, wearing a blue sportswear.

Cong Rong rarely sees young men other than models challenge this color. It is not to say that this color picks people, but that this color is not suitable for yellow people at all. If you do n’t wear well, there will be a rustic look.

But Wen Shaoqing is wearing ... it's not ugly, or pretty.

She looked up at his face again and analyzed that it was probably the reason for her fair skin.

As soon as Wen Shaoqing entered the door, she had been staring at him, and he was somewhat inexplicable. The time spent getting along slowly, he also knew that she was more concerned about the details, so he asked: "What's wrong with me?"

Cong Rong realized that he was out of state, and quickly lowered his head to pick up the bag, but could not help but glance at quickly, "How do I think of buying clothes of this color?"

"There are three colors in total, the other two colors, one with the surgical gown and the other with the white lab coat. I don't want to get off work and there is a feeling of being in the hospital, so I can only buy this color."

Cong Rong couldn't help laughing, and he became more and more interested in the profession of doctor. After he laughed, he put on his coat, "I'm leaving now."

"Isn't that delicious breakfast?" Wen Shaoqing said as he walked to the bedroom. "I have everything ready. I will cook it in a few minutes after I cook it. I'll change my clothes first. Wait a moment."

Wen Shaoqing quickly changed clothes and entered the kitchen. Cong Rong heard the sound of beating eggs inside, and then the sound of oil in the pot, and smelled the scent within a few minutes.

Cong Rong knew that his parents were busy with work since childhood, and breakfast was basically solved by himself on the way to school. No one had told her how it was to sit at the table and wait for breakfast.

Wen Shaoqing quickly brought out a plate of potato and egg pie. The golden pie was sprinkled with green onions, which made Cong Rong a little hungry.

Wen Shaoqing handed her chopsticks, "Drink milk or soy milk?"

Cong Rong didn't wake up, and replied listlessly: "Soybean milk, I can't drink milk, I always feel a strange smell, so I only drink yogurt."

After listening, Wen Shaoqing suddenly looked at the side of the room, letting a glance, and silently ticked the corner of his mouth.

Cong Rong also looked at the probe, "What's wrong with it?"

Wen Shaoqing don't look at her deeply, "It can't drink milk, only yogurt."

Cong Rong bit his lip and took a deep breath, comforting himself that he would not care about the short points of the cannibalism.

Wen Shaoqing poured a glass of water for her again. "Drink some water first, eat something, and then drink soy milk. It is not good to drink soy milk on an empty stomach."

Cong Rong suddenly thought of a joke and smiled with his head down.

Wen Shaoqing poured soybean milk and asked, "What's laughing?"

Cong Rong began to say seriously: "Thinking of a joke, the first bite is fasting, the second bite is not."

After the lecture, the room suddenly became quiet. After a while, Wen Shaoqing stood up, came back to the bedroom and put on a coat, and looked at Cong Rong with a blank expression. As soon as he kept his head close, he said, "What? You said you are cold too, wrap the scarf around you, and get it on the sofa."

Cong Rong vomited blood, and inserted the potato cake with chopsticks resentfully!

But Wen Shaoqing continued to tease her with an innocent look, "Not tasty?"

Cong Rong glared at him, "It's not tasty at all, I won't give money today!"

Wen Shaoqing nodded with a smile, "Well, do something else tomorrow."

After being so troubled by Wen Shaoqing, Cong Rong became more energetic and began to eat breakfast quietly.

After waiting for her to eat almost, Wen Shaoqing asked: "Is it busy in the morning? If you have time, go to the hospital for a checkup. I'll make an appointment for you. I am full of surgery today, I may not be able to accompany you, yourself. Is there a problem going? "

Cong Rong has always been self-reliant in life. Suddenly someone asked her this way. She was startled. She felt awkward in her heart, and it seemed that some other kind of sentiment was taking root. I ’ll do it myself. But I ’m going to the law firm first, and I ’ll be over later. "

After breakfast, the two went out to work one after another. Wen Shaoqing was busy in the operating room for a whole day. Before leaving work in the afternoon, he called Cong Rong, "Have you checked?"

Cong Rong just came out of the court, "I did, saying that I was asked to get the result later, but I can't get away at this moment, go get it tomorrow."

Wen Shaoqing originally planned to go back to the office and took a few steps back toward the elevator. "You don't need to take it anymore. I'll take it back for you. You come to my house at night."

Both of them were capable and sharp-minded, and Cong Rong did not say anything, and the two quickly hung up.

Wen Shaoqing went to the radiology department. At this time, the radiology department also had a long queue. As soon as Wen Shaoqing entered the door, a doctor he knew came to greet him: "Dr. Wen."

Wen Shaoqing responded with a smile: "Dr. Yao."

"Hurry to get the result?"

"Not in a hurry. A friend had a brain CT done in the morning. I didn't have time to come over and get the results. Let me help."

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Cong Rong."

"Oh, I remember, I made it. The name is very special. The person looks beautiful and has good temperament."

Wen Shaoqing suddenly said: "Thank you."

Dr. Yao was looking down at the pile of results, turned it over and gave it to Wen Shaoqing. After looking at his back, he reacted, scratching his head, and muttered in his mouth: "I boast that the girl is pretty, but not boasting. What are you thanking you for? "

After work, Zhong Zhen took a pile of medical records and went to the office to find Wen Shaoqing's signature. The person was almost gone. It was dark in winter and the lights were not turned on in the office. Zhong Zhen saw Wen Shaoqing leaning on the desk a few steps away when he entered the door. Staring intently at the film on the viewing lamp. He didn't see Wen Shaoqing's movements for a long time, and his eyes didn't change.

He leaned over and tentatively asked, "Boss, what are you looking at?"

Wen Shaoqing suddenly recovered, frowning before answering: "Brain CT film."

Zhong Zhen also looked decently, "Which patient?"

Wen Shaoqing's eyes remained on the film, and he said lightly: "Your cousin's."

Zhong Zhen jumped up immediately, "My cousin's? What happened to my cousin ?! Is there something wrong with her brain?"

"From a medical point of view, there is no problem." Soon Wen Shaoqing sighed. "But I want to see what she is thinking in her mind. Why are I doing so obvious, she still doesn't understand?"

"Uh ..." Zhong Zhen covered his face with black lines, but also asked in coordination, "So what do you see?"

Wen Shaoqing changed his hand, hugged his hands on his chest, and then looked at it for a few seconds before answering: "Your cousin's skull is very beautiful and looks good."

"..." Zhong Zhen looked at Wen Shaoqing and still didn't understand, "Why does my cousin do brain CT?"

Wen Shaoqing walked over to take off the film and put it on again, and turned off the viewing lamp. "The back of the head hit and came to the hospital for examination."

Zhong Zhen asked nervously: "My cousin was injured? How did it happen? Why do you know this, but I don't?"

Wen Shaoqing glanced at him unpleasantly, "Why can't I know what you don't know?"

Zhong Zhen looked blank, "I am the person who knows my cousin best in this world!"

Wen Shaoqing hummed and raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it?"

Zhong Zhen always felt that Wen Shaoqing's tone was very strange, but it was hardly strange. He wanted to ask what he was but was prevented by Wen Shaoqing's words.

"Have you finished your thesis?"

When Zhen Zhen heard those two words, he had a big head, and he answered with some guilty conscience: "Not yet ..."

"What date is today, do you know?"

"know……"

"Then you have time to stand here and chat with me?"

"I will write right away!"

Zhong Zhen drove swiftly.

When Cong Rong returned to the community, he knocked on the door of Wen Shaoqing's house. No one answered. She glanced at the time. She probably went out and walked away to make a concession.

She heard someone knocking on the door while taking a shower. She thought Wen Shaoqing would come back, so she rushed to wash it and blew her hair to knock on the opposite door.

Wen Shaoqing quickly opened the door, asked her to come in and sit, and gave her the film, "The inspection results come out, nothing is wrong, don't worry."

Cong Rong took out the film and looked at it. After watching it for a long time, he stuffed it back. "I don't understand."

Wen Shaoqing teased and said, "If you can understand, I will have no food."

Cong Rong thought about it too. When he wanted to stand up and walk, he saw that Wen Shaoqing took a step forward, stood in front of her, and bent slightly to support her head. "Does it still hurt?"

As soon as he approached, Cong Rong's nose was full of clear breath on her body. She felt stiff all over, and suddenly felt that the heating in the room was too hot, so hot that she was restless in her heart, and she reluctantly replied: "No touch It won't hurt. "

Wen Shaoqing looked down at her, probably just after taking a bath, her hair was a little wet, the makeup on her face was completely removed, and her skin was crystal clear, but her cheeks were suspiciously crimson. He stood in front of her, but she dared not look up at him, staring stiffly at the buttons on his chest.

Cong Rong noticed that his eyes had always been on his face, and the heat in his heart was aggravated a bit. He continued to persuade himself that he was a doctor. He was now checking his condition, and it was normal to not care about the physical contact between men and women. Don't think about it.

Cong Rong was hypnotizing himself, and Wen Shaoqing suddenly stretched out his fingers to wrap her hair, and the hair tail wrapped around his long fingers more ambiguously. Suddenly he raised his lips and whispered, seeming to himself as if to tell her: "Hair grows again, don't cut it, just keep it."

Cong Rong was more at a loss, and also brought some inexplicable heat.