Take It Easy

Xiao Jiu, did you wait for me for a long time that day?

As soon as the bus stopped in front of the Provincial Taiwan Office Building, Mu Qinglin immediately stood up and said to Fu Xiao, "Help me take my things upstairs, thank you!"

Fu Xiao reacted for two seconds and wanted to ask "What about you?".

Before the words came out, Mu Qinglin had already got out of the car.

She moved too anxiously, and when her left foot fell to the ground, she didn't step on it firmly, and her body staggered to one side, and there was a sudden sharp pain in her ankle.

"Twisted?" Wang Hejing asked worriedly.

Mu Qinglin gritted her teeth, endured the throbbing pain in her ankle and said, "No. I won't go for dinner tonight. I'll have an expensive dinner with you alone."

"No, why are you limping there?!" Wang Hejing yelled at the background of Mu Qinglin leaving in a hurry.

Seeing Fu Xiao come down from the corner of the corner of the eye, Wang Hejing stopped her and asked, "What about your old classmate?"

Fu Xiao recalled briefly, "It seems that something happened. On the way back, people hung up more than 50 calls, and WeChat was also blacklisted."

"It's so miserable?" Wang Hejing was surprised, suddenly thought of something, and his tone became very relieved, "There must be something wrong, my daughter-in-law always fights with me like this routine."

Fu Xiao paused, his expression was indescribable, "Mu Qinglin is a woman, and cannot afford a wife."

—

Buddha Demon, Tang Yuanzhou came to drink water after he was busy for a while, just bumped into Mu Qinglin who hurriedly opened the door and came in.

In his impression, even though Mu Qinglin knew that the landslide might happen again at any time, he could still calmly help him who was trapped inside, and he was not impatient at all.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Tang Yuanzhou asked suspiciously.

Mu Qinglin strode in, speaking quickly, "Where is Zhou Yi?"

"Zhou Yi? Oh, Xiao Jiu, I'm going to the clinic." Tang Yuanzhou gave Mu Qinglin a chair, "That guy had an appointment with someone the day before yesterday, and he got up at seven in the morning to toss around. We were still thinking about what good things could happen. , Who knew that when I came back, my whole body was so sluggish, and I was also drenched in the rain, so I had a fever and vomited in the middle of the night, so I didn't torment people to death."

Mu Qinglin clenched her hands on the back of the chair, and asked in a tense voice, "How are you doing now?"

"The fever is gone early, but I just can't eat." Tang Yuanzhou said: "Xiao Jiu's physique is poor, and she loses her appetite when she gets sick. She was fine with a cold before. I focus on the taste of cooking, or coax her with braised short ribs and she can still eat." Obediently eat a few mouthfuls, this time the fever is really bad, what to eat, what to throw up, I drank two small bowls of porridge all day yesterday, today it is like not eating, I am afraid that she will starve to death after a long time, so let the little one Hei watched her go to Lao Hu's place."

"These two people have been gone for almost an hour," Tang Yuanzhou said.

Mu Qinglin, "The clinic is far away?"

"No, you can see it if you walk about ten meters to the west. Do you have something to do with her?" Tang Yuanzhou asked.

Mu Qinglin, "Hmm..."

"Then you just sit and wait, you should be back soon." Tang Yuanzhou looked out, seeing that the sky was still gloomy, and his expression suddenly became bad, "Don't let me know who invited Xiaojiu that day, otherwise I broke his leg!"

Mu Qinglin closed her eyes and said helplessly, "It's me..."

Tang Yuanzhou stopped drinking water, "What are you?"

Mu Qinglin, "It's Zhou Yi who made an appointment with me."

Tang Yuanzhou, "..." Is he still hitting this leg?

—

When Mu Qinglin found the location of the clinic according to what Tang Yuanzhou said, Xiao Hei was wandering around the door with his hands behind his back.

Mu Qinglin stepped up to him and asked, "Why are you alone, Zhou Yi?"

"Water hangs inside." Xiao Hei looked back, and said with a sigh: "Xiao Jiu's blood vessel is too thin, it took three times to pierce it in, and the blood flowed so badly, alas, don't..."

Xiao Hei looked at the re-closed door, and hurriedly completed the last three words, "Go in..."

Zhou Yi's mood in the past two days has been extremely different, and she started to yell at people when she was not going well. As far as the meanness of her words was concerned, "Hiss!" Xiao Hei couldn't help shivering.

Coupled with the few injections just now, Zhou Yi is now a powder keg. Otherwise, why would he leave the gratifying heater in the clinic unheated, and run out the door to suffer from the cold.

Xiao Hei clasped his hands together, and bowed to the **** passing by on Mu Qinglin's behalf.

The gods may not have heard.

Seeing Mu Qinglin's appearance, Zhou Yi, who was slumped in the chair like a boneless one, immediately turned dark, and soon returned to a sickly and decadent expression.

"Yo, the busy man is finally willing to show up." Zhou Yi said casually.

Mu Qinglin didn't answer, and looked at Zhou Yi steadfastly.

On her head was the peaked cap she wore when she went to middle school, and she was wearing a beige bread down jacket, slim jeans underneath, and short boots wrapped around the bottom of the trousers. She looked cool and tugging.

only…

His face was very pale, his chin was pointed, and most of the back of his right hand was covered with medical tape, leaving only a bit of skin exposed, with a dazzling blue color.

Mu Qinglin frowned, but her words were softer than ever before, "Are your hands cold?" she asked.

Zhou Yi listened to Tang Yuanzhou yelling too much, and she was still not used to Mu Qinglin's deliberately softened voice. She curled her fingers unconsciously, and when she felt the resistance brought by the swelling, she pulled the corner of her mouth and said indifferently: "The blood vessels are almost fast. Let’s freeze it, that’s all, please worry about it.”

The second half of Zhou Yi's sentence is obviously ironic.

Mu Qinglin didn't care at all, she walked towards Zhou Yi and said, "It's my fault, I didn't do what I promised you."

Zhou Yi snorted, "I'm always sick, so it's none of your business."

Mu Qinglin looked at her, "Isn't it because you were waiting for me this time?"

The corners of Zhou Yi's raised mouth sank instantly, "Can you stop putting gold on your face? At the end of the year, there are so many people who have tattooed small pictures, I don't even have time to fill in the gallery, where is the time to wait for you!"

"You go, I want to sleep!" Zhou Yi closed his eyes and chased away.

Mu Qinglin kept walking, "I'm here to accompany you, so I can't leave."

"Need not!"

"use…"

"Are you annoying?" Zhou Yi sat up abruptly, and kicked out the small bench used to support her feet, trying to make Mu Qing leave, but when her eyes were focused, she saw that she bent down patiently.

Zhou Yi's gaze paused, and he quickly lowered his head to look at the small bench that was overturned on one side, and then at Mu Qinglin's ankle.

Just now, the bench seemed to hit her ankle.

She was wearing a pair of suit pants today, and the cushioning of hard things was basically zero.

…

Half the clinic fell silent.

In the injection area next door, a child was crying heartbreakingly.

Mu Qinglin leaned over and squeezed his ankle twice, and when he realized that Zhou Yi's breathing had stopped, he endured the pain and raised his head, smiled, "Teacher Jiu, I don't want to run today, why don't you take it easy? I apologize."

Zhou Yi's thoughts were still stuck in the possible shock of the scene just now, and he didn't speak.

She didn't think of that, it was...

Thinking of the root cause of things becoming like this, Zhou Yi's complex emotions subsided, and he said coldly, "Some people just deserve it."

"Yes!" Mu Qinglin immediately said: "If Teacher Jiu is not relieved, I will hand the stool to you right away."

"Isn't self-destruction quicker?" Zhou Yi raised the blanket and leaned back.

Mu Qinglin followed her, "Can I ask a question before we end?"

Zhou Yi turned his head and remained silent.

From the narrow vision at the end of her eyes, she saw Mu Qinglin exhale a long breath, then stood up, walked to her with difficulty, bent over, stretched out a dry and warm hand from the cuff, and held her cold little Arm, said softly: "Xiao Jiu, did you wait for me for a long time that day?"