My Little Happiness

Facts have proved that it is wise for Wen Shaoqing to call Cong Rong.

He connected Cong Rong to the restaurant, and happened to meet Zhong Zhen and a student going downstairs.

"What are you doing?"

"The beer I bought at the last dinner was not finished, and was kept in the hospital supermarket. We used to move."

"Go and go back quickly."

The two finally moved back, and the waiter who took the order looked at it, pointing to the warm reminder posted on the wall, "Sorry, our store prohibits bringing our own drinks."

Everyone froze, looking at the wall together.

Cong Rongzheng looked down at the menu and suddenly said, "Does anyone in your store understand the law? The" Consumer Protection Law "clearly defines the unilateral mandatory provisions of the restaurant industry as" forbidden to bring alcohol "as" invalid content ". "

After she finished, she looked up at the waiter, "Do I need to call 12315?"

Probably used to it, and was not refuted. The waiter ran out of the box in amazement, and a manager came over in a while, and sent a fruit plate, with a smile on his face, "Everyone eats well tonight, 20% off for you , Often come in the future, you can bring your own drinks, we do not charge corkage. "

Everyone responded with a grin, laughing, and the nature was only revealed when the manager and waiter came out of the box.

"Zhong Zhen Zhong Zhen! Your cousin is so handsome! Will we take your cousin for dinner?"

"Sister, does your family still have a younger brother? The kind who has studied medicine?"

"Boss! Master is so good! Can we eat the king's meal in the future!"

Cong Rong smiled slightly, "Knowledge is power."

A group of people ate and went to the top of the mountain to watch the sea of ​​lights. It was almost New Year. Everywhere was lively and lively, and it seemed more joyous to look at from a height.

Wen Shaoqing leaned on the front cover, squinted and looked ahead. He is a doctor and seldom drinks, but this time he unknowingly drank slightly.

Several students ran to the best position and took a group photo.

Cong Rong stood a few steps away watching them make trouble, and occasionally was called to help them take a photo.

Hearing someone sing vaguely, he turned his head to find out what he was humming with his head down.

When eating, Cong Rong also drank too much. She thought that she had misread it and heard it wrong. She lowered her head and rubbed her head, and then raised her head again.

But when she looked up, she slammed into Wen Shaoqing's eyes without warning. The eyes in the darkness were dark and black, and there was an indelible tenderness and smile. stand up.

That's a Japanese song called Song, Sakura Sakura wants to see you.

In the breeze and night at the top of the mountain, Wen Shaoqing, who had drunk the wine, had an affectionate face, a lip smile, and looked at her like that.

It took a long time before he stopped and reached out to her.

Cong Rong stepped forward without hesitation and threw himself into his arms.

Someone noticed that the sound of good-will laughter and whistle sounded quickly, but the two still held together without separation.

Wen Shaoqing couldn't drive after drinking. Zhong Zhen drove the two of them back. Wen Shaoqing asked him to drive the car directly back to the hospital tomorrow.

Zhong Zhen happily agreed, and stopped a few meters after the car drove out, holding a box and leaning his head out to call Cong Rong, "Cousin! Almost forgot to give you! New Year's gift! Hospital benefits, his own calendar, I specifically helped you grab it, take it home and take a look! "

Cong Rong took it suspiciously, "What?"

Zhong Zhen looked mysterious, "Good thing!"

Cong Rong turned his head to see Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing is also mysterious, "Good things, pay attention to the middle one."

Cong Rong was a little intrigued by the two. When he got home, he looked at the entrance without changing his clothes.

The box is a desk calendar, which is A5 size. The production is quite exquisite. When it is opened, it is equipped with a single photo of Dr. Zhang every month. The date is on the right, the photo is on the left, and a few lines of small characters are printed next to the photo. The basic information about doctors is nothing more than age, name and qualifications.

She turned over, and when she turned to the middle, she really saw Wen Shaoqing.

He wore the simplest white T-shirt and black slacks, but his skin was more white, and his eyes were slightly lowered towards the camera. From the neckline of the T-shirt, he could see the collarbone and neck. On his feet were a pair of white canvas shoes, and the trousers were pulled up. , Slightly showing the ankle.

This was the first time she paid attention to his ankle, and it was also the first time that Wen Shaoqing and **** were equated.

She was seeing God, and Zhong Zhen's phone call came, "Cousin, I'm giving you a gift? Are these 12 people elected by the whole house! My boss got the most votes, is he particularly handsome?" Is it time to wait for July? "

Cong Rong is obviously right and wrong, "That's it."

Zhong Zhen was splashed with cold water and did n’t give up, "Cousin, why are you not excited at all? This calendar is not for everyone, but I got it by lottery. Specially left for you! "

Cong Rong still has a faint tone, "So?"

Zhong Zhen finally heard what he wanted to hear, and he smiled and answered, "So, you have to give me a big red envelope during the New Year!"

Cong Rong stroked his forehead, "Okay."

Zhong Zhen hung up the phone contentedly.

Cong Rong hung up the phone and Wen Shaoqing's WeChat came over.

Come and drink the hangover soup.

Perhaps because of the photo, Cong Rong started to walk in the door, his eyes always inadvertently wrap around his ankle.

In fact, Cong Rong can understand why this calendar is so popular. The doctors and nurses in the hospital are used to seeing these people wearing white coats and seeing them wearing ordinary clothes. The visual impact is self-evident and can cause Cong Rong. The impact is ... Wen Shaoqing's ankle.

It was one thing to see the photos just now, but now it is another shock to see the live version. She is seeing God, and she heard Wen Shaoqing knock on the table, "I am talking to you."

She almost spilled the hangover soup, "What are you talking about?"

"I said," Wen Shaoqing pointed to her chest, "You just dripped vegetable juice onto your clothes just for dinner."

Cong Rong glanced down and immediately frowned, "This is my last white shirt without oil dripping!"

Wen Shaoqing asked seriously, "Are you showing off a certain part of your size is very impressive?"

Cong Rong glared at him and frowned at the oil stains on his clothes. "Can't it wash off?"

Wen Shaoqing glanced, "It can be washed away."

Cong Rong looked at him in disbelief, as if to say, you can do it.

Wen Shaoqing nodded, "I'll wash."

That night, Cong Rong sent the white shirt to the opposite door like he was angry. When he came back from get off work the next day, a bag was hung on the door. Inside the bag was a washed white shirt.

She opened it to see that the shirt in the bag was not only greasy, it seemed to be a lot whiter than before. She carried the bag and knocked on the door, "What have you done to my clothes?"

Wen Shaoqing looked at the clothes in the bag, "What's wrong?"

Cong Rong couldn't believe it, "Why does it turn white? Can't you wash it away, so I bought the same one for me?"

Wen Shaoqing gave her a strange look, "Don't you know there is something called Oxygen in this world?"

Cong Rong shook his head honestly, "I haven't heard of it."

For the first time, Wen Shaoqing looked at her with idiot eyes, and Cong Rong's heart was traumatized. Even so, she had to admire the man. In her eyes, Wen Shaoqing had gradually changed from a husband to a little housework expert.

"Wen Shaoqing?"

"Last time I was wrong, you will not be a butcher in the future, you don't have to be a husband, you can help others wash clothes!"

"I'm sorry, I don't lack money, and I don't have a plan to open a laundry shop at the moment." Wen Shaoqing smiled after refusing her explicitly, "but I can wash it for free."

Cong Rong refused decisively, "No! Not just Oxygen! What a great thing!"

Wen Shaoqing smiled stubbornly, "Well, it's nothing great, lawyer Cong remembers to pour one bottle at a time."

Cong Rong knew that he was teasing that she had used the entire bottle of dishwashing liquid in the last dishwashing and stared at him bitterly.

Wen Shaoqing was suddenly curious, "How do you deal with white shirts that you couldn't wash with oil before?"

Cong Rong sighed, "... throw away."

Wen Shaoqing was speechless, "..."

Cong Rong explained weakly, "I'm a lawyer. It would be ridiculous to see the client in a white shirt with grease stains."

Wen Shaoqing seemed to laugh, "The parties know that the white shirts you bought with their hard-earned money are disposable, and they will cry."

"..." Cong Rong expressed frustration at the fact that he lost to a butcher again, and handed him another ball. "This toy seems to have been given up, and it fell to my house, for you."

As soon as the words fell, a head suddenly popped out on the sofa, "Are you calling me?"

Cong Rong was taken aback, only to find that he had a guest. That face is similar to Wen Shaoqing in one or two points, and the temperament is also somewhat similar. Turning around and asking Wen Shaoqing, "Your brother or brother?"

Wen Shaoqing coughed and began to explain, "My uncle, my grandfather's youngest son Wen Rang, and Xiao Ming Rang."

Let Yirang hear his name quickly and squatted at Wen Shaoqing's feet to stick out his tongue.

Cong Rong reacted for a long time, looking at the dog and the people, and sincerely praised, "The old man is always strong."

Perhaps this little uncle Wen Shaoqing is at odds with him, otherwise who will use the nickname of the elders in the family for pets.

Wen Rangchong Congrong waved his hand, "Nephew-in-law, come in and sit down!"

Wen Rang sits in a position where Cong Rong usually sits. She doesn't feel much. Instead, she lets Yi Rong watch Cong Rong come over, and Chong Rong roars twice.

Wen Rang was strange and turned to ask Wen Shaoqing, "What's wrong with it?"

Wen Shaoqing explained, "You took your nephew's position."

Wen Rang immediately looked sad and angry, "You yell at me? We both used a name for so many years, you yelled at me for a woman who hasn't known for a few months ?!"

Letting him yell at him again, Wen Rang fell on the sofa with his chest covered.

Cong Rong was a little embarrassed to see such a superb acting young man. He was not sitting or pretending to look down at his shirt. When he saw the neat buttons, he suddenly looked up and asked Wen Shaoqing, "You have reset the buttons for me?"

Wen Shaoqing hadn't spoken yet, and Wen Rang lying on the sofa didn't make a deep opening, "The hand of the great nephew is still as clever as ever."

Seeing Cong Rong look suspicious, he immediately sat up, "Well, do n’t you know? What are the buttons? His embroiderer is great! At that time, he embroidered the whole picture of Qingming Shanghe! He will give you another day. Embroidering a white-headed mandarin duck figure! "

Cong Rong's unbelievable gaze swept across Wen Shaoqing's increasingly dark face, "embroider ... flowers?"

Wen Shaoqing's black, cold-faced mouth explained, "The practice of finger flexibility is very important in clinical practice, and I was forced to learn it."

At that time, he threw out a Chinese medicine doctor who had been in elementary school for more than ten years and reported to the clinic. He was so angry that he ignored him for several months. Later, I did n’t know whether it was for the purpose of rectifying him or for his own good. Instead, let him embroider a picture of Qingming Shanghe. As the name suggests, he practiced patience and finger flexibility, so that he now shook his hands when he heard those five words .

Cong tolerated the hard work of laughter, and then lowered his head and vaguely greeted him and ran home. He forgot to take the shirt back and laughed out loud when the door closed.

Listening to the faint laughter outside the door, Wen Shaoqing glanced at Wen Yang, "satisfied?"

Wenrang was close to the sofa, nodding slowly, smiling, "OK."

Wen Shaoqing glanced at the clock on the wall, "You have been here for almost two hours, what the **** is going on?"

Wen Rang recalled carefully, "It seems that something is happening, but I can't remember it, and I plan to leave too."

Wen Rang went downstairs and called Wen Shaoqing, "I think it's business now. Old Wen told you to remember to find Phalaenopsis."

Wen Shaoqing hung up the phone and suddenly remembered something, smiling slightly.

When Cong Rong went to work the next day, he happened to come back from Wen Shaoqing's morning exercise. Wen Shaoqing stopped her, "Stop having breakfast?"

Cong Rong hurriedly wore a scarf, "I don't eat anymore, I'm in a hurry, there is an important meeting today, I can't be late."

Wen Shaoqing blocked the elevator door, and suddenly asked, "Can someone you know buy Phalaenopsis?"

Cong Rong thought for a while, "Phalaenopsis? What variety?"

Although she doesn't grow flowers, she also knows that this year's flower market Phalaenopsis is a scarce variety, not to mention the high price, and some precious varieties are hard to find.

Wen Shaoqing's mouth overflowed with an inexplicable chuckle, "The variety is not tight, it can be blue."

"Blue? You can really pick it." Cong Rong put his hands on his chest and stared at his face carefully. "Aren't you playing me? Phalaenopsis has no gene for the synthesis of the blue pigment delphinidin. It is a poor genetic disease in botany, very rare, where do you ask me to find? "

Wen Shaoqing wiped her hands, learning how she looked, holding her hands in front of her chest and smiling, "There are dye-breds."

Cong Rong sneered, "If you understand it, you should know how hard it is to breed a plant."

"It's hard to find you." Wen Shaoqing's faint tone was full of provocation. "Why, lawyer Cong won't even have this connection?"

Cong Rong pulled the corner of his mouth and reluctantly came down, "No problem, when will it be?"

Wen Shaoqing smiled with a calculated face, "As soon as possible."

Cong Rong squeezed the corner of his lips and gritted his teeth, and answered, "Okay."

In the next few days, the entire law firm knew that lawyer Cong was not doing business, and finally found a few plants through friends of her friends. She was sent directly to Wen Shaoqing on the day of air transportation to the city.

The hospital has already been on leave, and Zhong Zhen is waiting for the duty on the second day of the second day.

Cong Rong saw at Wen Shaoqing's house that he was already blamed. She went straight to the subject, "What about your boss?"

Zhong Zhen pointed to the kitchen, "I'm cooking dinner."

Cong Rong rushed into the kitchen and showed off the flowers with a pretentious look, but showed him the flowers indifferently, "Hey, the flowers you want."

Wen Shaoqing turned around and glanced down, chopping vegetables. "My grandma likes Phalaenopsis. I find a few plants every New Year and watch the celebration."

Cong Rong didn't hear the clue, "Oh, where to put you?"

Wen Shaoqing looked up at her, "Let's put you there first."

Cong Rong stunned, "Ah?"

Wen Shaoqing washed his hands and smiled inscrutable, "Don't Zhong Zhen say you are not going home for the Chinese New Year, I plan to take you to my house for the Chinese New Year, this is the gift you prepared."

Cong Rong was completely dumbfounded. She had no mental preparation at all. "When did I say I was going to your house for Chinese New Year?"

Wen Shaoqing answered rightfully, "You haven't said it, so I said it was my plan."

Cong Rong was speechless, "..."

Wen Shaoqing comforted her, "rest assured that our family is my grandfather, and my grandfather will not dislike you."

Although Cong Rong didn't want to talk to him, he was still curious. After a long time, he asked, "Why?"

Wen Shaoqing swept her from head to toe, and his face was like a treasured admiration, "The blood stasis constitution is cold and dry, and the humidity is heavy. What a good mobile case, it can't be met, my grandfather will see you Very happy. "

"..." Cong Rong didn't want to talk to Wen Shaoqing anymore, turned around and prepared to go out of the kitchen, took two steps and turned around again, hesitated or asked, "That ... what if I can't find the blue Phalaenopsis?"

Wen Shaoqing looked at her and smiled, "You go to the balcony to see."

Cong Rong took a look at the balcony, where the same blue Phalaenopsis was placed in the pot, even if she couldn't find him, he left room. At this moment, Cong Rong was extremely complicated. I wondered whether he should be said to be considerate or cunning.

She stood on the balcony for a while, and footsteps came behind her. Wen Shaoqing wrapped her shoulders with one hand from behind, "Is angry?"

Cong Rong shook his head, "No."

"Then ... come home with me for the New Year?"

Cong Rong knew that even if she didn't agree, Wen Shaoqing would have a way for her to agree, then don't toss about it, and respond weakly, "Okay."

The next second came a heavy laughter, "It's time to eat."

Cong Rong turned to look at him, nodding with a smile.