Chapter 42 Do you know what Captain Zhou likes?

She stood in front of him, and Wen Zhile stopped passively: "Hu Tu Zhang, are you busy?"

"I'm not busy. I've only been taking care of Captain Zhou recently." Guardian Zhang waited for her answer.

The senior cadres ward at the military headquarters is occupied by important people. The nursing staff here are closer to home than those in other places, and they think more about it than in other hospitals.

Many nurses secretly dream of falling in love with senior military officers while caring for patients, and then marrying them and becoming their wives.

When people are sick or injured, they are most psychologically vulnerable. Nurses are the people closest to the patients at this time. If they are young, gentle and considerate, things will be fine.

This kind of thing happens from time to time in the main hospital.

Therefore, when Zhou Jihuai first opened the operating room, many nurses set their sights on him.

He has good looks, good background, is young and has outstanding military achievements. He is simply the Tang Monk among military officers.

Nurse Zhang took a lot of effort to squeeze into Zhou Jihuai's ward.

At first she was nervous about Wen Zhile, but later she felt relieved when she learned that she was Captain Zhou's cousin. But now another woman has appeared.

"Comrade Xiao Wen, please tell me now! Stop keeping us in suspense!"

Wen Zhile smiled emotionlessly.

He is so impatient to take advantage of her, do you think she is young and easy to fool?

Wen Zhile had a general impression of her and had spoken less than ten sentences to her in total. He was about to get away with it, but then he changed his mind.

"I figured it out. She and my brother grew up in the same courtyard, and my brother and her brother have a very good relationship."

Zhang Hutu's heart sank.

She has a good appearance and stands out among the generally pretty girls. This is something she has always been proud of, but Xu Jing looks just as good as her.

She is also Captain Zhou’s childhood sweetheart, so her chances of winning plummeted to the bottom in an instant.

"I'll go back if nothing happens."

"Wait!" Zhang Hutu smiled and stopped Wen Zhile. "Comrade Xiao Wen, do you know what Captain Zhou likes?"

According to her observation, Captain Zhou was not only cold to her, but also to everyone, which proved that she still had a chance.

"have no idea."

Guardian Zhang frowned. Is this still my cousin?

"Ask for me."

Wen Zhile raised his eyebrows and looked at her leisurely.

She and Zhang Hutu are of similar height, both 1.6 meters, but Wen Zhile's aura is obviously higher than hers.

Zhang Hutu felt that she was shorter than she actually was, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to get angry with Wen Zhile.

Wen Zhile waited until she couldn't bear it anymore and gave way, then he left.

Zhou Jihuai continued to eat and saw her come back and pulled out the chair next to him.

Wen Zhile's expression returned to normal, and he sat down with a smile: "Brother, the nurse Zhang in your ward asked me to ask you about your preferences on her behalf. I guess she also wanted to ask you what kind of girls you like, but she didn't have the courage to say it directly."

Zhou Jihuai paused with his chopsticks: "How can she have the nerve to order you around?"

"Pay less attention to her in the future, or she will lead you astray." Zhou Jihuai knew what Zhang Hutu was thinking, and he looked down on her for treating her job as a tool to catch a rich husband.

Wen Zhile nodded: "Brother, I'm actually curious too, what type of girls do you like?"

Since Zhou Jihuai was hospitalized, he has received so many girls who have come to visit him that he can't even count them on his two hands, but he treats them all equally and responds with aloofness.

Why does her brother Zhou look like he has the potential to grow old alone?

"What kind of adult matters is the child curious about?" Zhou Jihuai would never admit that he himself didn't know.

Wen Zhile pouted.

She was twenty-three in her previous life, so if we round it up, they are the same age!

However, she only dared to think about it, not to speak it out.

She took the medicine to the table and poured water in advance.

Zhou Jihuai glanced at her.

Why isn't the little girl talking?

Being told that your child is unhappy?

"You really want to know?"

Wen Zhile was puzzled, did Zhou Jihuai change his mind so quickly?

Zhou Jihuai thought for a moment: "If I have to say, my heart beats faster every time I see her. Is this probably the type I like? I have never met a girl like this, so I don't know the type of girl I would like."

When he was a child, every time his parents gave him a gift he liked, he would be happy and his heart would beat faster; when he grew up a little, his heart would beat faster when he went to the military camp with his father; even older, his heart would beat faster when he was admitted to the military academy or made military achievements.

But after getting used to it, I'm no longer so excited.

He lives in an environment where material desires are easily satisfied. He has had nothing to lack since he was a child. Everyone is very nice to him, to the point of flattery. He gets whatever he wants. Over time, his sense of expectations is worn away, and without expectations, he naturally loses the surprise and joy when his expectations are met.

Zhou Jihuai hadn't felt his heartbeat quicken due to his mood for many years. Every time he completed a task or received a military medal, he was only happy for a moment - it was a kind of happiness that became calm because it was so normal.

Because it's normal, my heart rate doesn't speed up.

Wen Zhile understood it smoothly: "We are the same. I don't know what type I like either."

Someone in her previous life had asked her this question, and she only knew that she absolutely did not like a man like Zhou Yusheng who was persistent and nagging.

Zhou Jihuai raised the corner of his lips: "How old are you? It would be troublesome if you knew."

The little girl raised her eyebrows slightly: "Don't look at me as only sixteen, but my mental age is the same as yours."

"Look into my eyes, can you tell what it feels like to be 24 years old?"

Zhou Jihuai found it funny and cooperated.

Their eyes met, and Wen Zhile said seriously: "Look carefully."

"Okay." Zhou Jihuai coaxed him like a child.

To show his seriousness, he even moved his chair to face her.

The second hand of the clock went around twice, and Zhou Jihuai looked away.

"Did you see it?" Wen Zhile asked.

Zhou Jihuai stood up and said, "I saw it. I saw myself at the age of 24."

Wen Zhile didn't bother to respond, he turned his face to the side and exhaled softly.

She didn't expect Zhou Jihuai to stare at her for so long.

Zhou Jihuai on the side cleaned up the dishes, and she stood up as well: "Brother, take your medicine later. I'm a little sleepy and want to go home for a nap. I'll leave first."

"Okay, call me when you get home."

"Yeah, yeah." Wen Zhile used to smile at everyone she met, but now she forgot to smile after going out.

Zhou Jihuai cleared the table and sat down again, with his slender, clean hands placed flat on his legs, his face filled with doubt.

His heartbeat just now...

Getting faster?