Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Whoever wants to be the big cow can do it. ...
The yoga mat-sized newspaper was folded in half again, and it was obvious that it could not fit into Liu Jingheng's wheelchair.
Liu Jingheng fell into deep thought: If he stood up now and sat back down after the game was over, could he have a lucky break and think that everyone was so engrossed in the game that they ignored the process?
Everyone’s thoughts: My good Jingjing, what can you do?
Just as he was lost in thought, an arm wrapped in a black shirt came in front of him.
The slender fingers have distinct joints, and the joints are beautiful and shiny, revealing the delicate and transparent texture that comes from being nourished by fine clothes and delicious food.
Liu Jingheng slowly raised her head, but against the light, she couldn't see Qin Du's dark eyes clearly.
don't know.
Qin Du was not interested in explaining too much to him. He put his arm through his back and picked him up by the waist.
Liu Jingheng swung her legs like a dragon's tail and kicked Qin Chuyao hard in the face.
Qin Chuyao yelled "Oh shit" and flew out, falling to the ground in a mess.
Qin Du whispered to Liu Jingheng:
"Hold on tight. If you lose, you have to pay me 660,000."
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
Without wasting any time, she slowly hugged Qin Du's shoulders.
Uncle Li on the opposite side was stunned:
Oh my goodness! Should Mr. Qin and Jingjing choose black or white wedding dresses? When Jingjing appears, can I bring him up on stage as a father?
Wait, there was an earthquake?
Uncle Li looked over slowly.
Cheng Yunqing, who was holding him, stared at Qin Liu and the other man. His arms, which had been relatively stable, suddenly experienced a magnitude 10 earthquake.
Uncle Li was scared. Although his life was old, it was still precious.
He quickly jumped down, leaving the 660,000 chances to his most precious Jingjing.
Wang Meng interrupted everyone's thoughts at the right time:
"This is the last question. Now both teams have two players left on the field. This question is the key to determining your fate! Please listen!"
"Excuse me, what are the direct factors affecting the stability of the high-load banking industry?"
This question is completely aimed at the old man and Qin Du. Financial knowledge is their strong point. Now it all depends on who is faster.
The old man fell into deep thought:
Or I'd better give up and give 660,000 yuan to Teacher Xiao Liu to buy a better set of four treasures of the study.
He didn't move, but Qin Du moved.
As soon as the bell rang, Qin Du's voice sounded:
"Correct answer."
Qin Du's eyes passed over Liu Jingheng's face and continued:
“Risk management.”
When the old man heard this, he got anxious: "How can it be risk management? This is a basic question. Market confidence, market confidence, you knew that when you were in elementary school."
Qin Du said calmly, "Really? I forgot."
Wang Meng smiled and said, "Alright, Mr. Qin, please continue folding the newspaper."
Qin Du put Liu Jingheng back on the wheelchair and folded the newspaper. The folded edge was neat and beautiful, without any error, as if if it was not aligned correctly, the newspaper would have to be a circle bigger.
Today's newspapers are only the size of a shoe box.
Qin Du placed one hand on the back of the wheelchair and looked at Liu Jingheng with lowered eyes:
"I'm telling you again, hold on tight."
Liu Jingheng nodded obediently and stretched out her hands.
"referee."
Just as Qin Du's hand was about to touch Liu Jingheng, Cheng Yunqing suddenly raised his hand, his tone mixed with deep disappointment and anger.
"I can't stand anymore, I'm tired, I'm giving up." Cheng Yunqing took the initiative to put down the newspaper.
Wang Meng was at a loss.
The others were silent for a while, then suddenly raised their arms and shouted:
"Yeah! We won quietly!!!"
A nanny: "Uncle Li...you are red, not blue..."
Uncle Li: "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, just continue."
Qin Du turned his head away and saw Liu Jingheng still holding out her hands, with a puzzled look as if asking:
"Didn't you say you wanted to hug me? Hug me."
He crossed his arms over his chest and pushed Liu Jingheng's hands away with his elbows without leaving a trace.
Then, amid the various discussions among the crowd, the smile on his lips faded away, as if nothing had happened.
*
Mr. Qin is old and physically exhausted, so he takes a break after a game.
Cheng Yunqing sat on the balcony in a daze, and Qin Chuyao rubbed his hands and moved closer.
In order to show his masculinity, he leaned his back against the wall, with one leg forward and one foot against the corner of the wall. From Cheng Yunqing's perspective, he was at least ten centimeters taller.
"Yunqing, you don't seem very happy. Is the game too boring?" Qin Chuyao asked.
Cheng Yunqing looked at the silver hook in the sky for a long while before answering the question irrelevantly:
"How old is your uncle this year?"
"Born in 1994, 31 years old this year."
Cheng Yunqing smiled sarcastically: "What a dog."
"By the way, your uncle still hasn't found someone he likes. He's 31 years old, so it's time to consider getting married."
Qin Chuyao suddenly straightened up, his eyes scrutinizing him.
"Why are you asking this? Yunqing, you wouldn't do this to my uncle..."
Cheng Yunqing glanced at him and said, "Don't insult me."
Qin Chuyao smiled imperceptibly and felt relieved.
"Anyway, I've lived with him for so many years, and I've never heard him talk about love, but he's definitely surrounded by talented men and beautiful women. You don't have to worry about him."
Cheng Yunqing frowned: "That's why I'm worried..."
Qin Chuyao: "What?"
Cheng Yunqing relaxed his brows and said, "Nothing. Secretary Wang seems to have called me. Let's go over there."
When everyone arrived at the competition venue, they saw two rows of chairs placed facing each other, and Uncle Li was carefully helping Liu Jingheng sit on them.
The old man was exercising his chairman's privilege to secretly ask Wang Meng about the rules of the game. Then he clapped his hands, his eyes gleaming:
"This is great, this is great, whoever came up with this game is a true genius!"
Cheng Yunqing frowned, and for some reason, a feeling of unease welled up in his heart.
He sat facing Liu Jingheng so that he could appreciate Liu Jingheng's lovely face as soon as he looked up.
He rarely saw someone who possessed both the qualities of beauty and loveliness, which were so different from each other.
Looking at the person sitting opposite him in a daze, his irritability eased a little and a smile appeared on his face.
The seats were random. As soon as Liu Jingheng sat down, Qin Chuyao followed suit.
Before his butt even touched the chair, a dark shadow passed by. Uncle Li stretched out his hand to Qin Du like a flatterer, inviting him:
"Boss Qin, please sit here."
He pointed to the seat next to Liu Jingheng.
To be honest, Uncle Li just exercised his butler privileges and secretly found out the rules of the game.
hey-hey.
Qin Du glanced at Liu Jingheng and sat down beside him.
Everyone sat down, and Wang Meng took out his card, his face flushed unnaturally:
"The next game, wow, is going to be incredible."
"If you keep adding more words, I'll replace you!" Uncle Li couldn't stand it anymore.
"Ahem. The next game is called 'Gentlemen Use Their Mouths, Not Their Hands.' The rules are that, when both teams can't use their hands, they use their mouths to pass a piece of paper. The team with the shortest time wins."
The old man obviously knew the content of the game a long time ago, and he became even more excited when he heard it from someone else.
The old face with a slightly red color turned around and looked meaningfully at Uncle Li in the back seat.
Uncle Li:.
Cheng Yunqing seemed to be still thinking about the rules of the game. His gaze suddenly stopped, his pupils dilated, and he trembled violently.
He slowly raised his head and looked across.
Liu Jingheng still didn't know what was going on. Although her face was expressionless, she was a little anxious inside:
What? I really need to request to read the rules again.
Qin Du, who was standing next to him, had his back straight, his long legs crossed and tapped elegantly, his fingers crossed on his knees, and he moved his fingertips lightly.
Wang Meng continued:
"The requirement is that when passing the paper, you cannot bite it with your teeth or lips, you can only hold it by suction. If the paper falls or you try to catch it with your hands during the process, it will be regarded as a direct forfeit."
Wang Meng handed out red and blue square pieces of paper to each team. "Now, the timer begins!"
The old man really started to have fun. He sucked the piece of paper, raised his head, and stared at Uncle Li.
Uncle Li's face showed obvious disgust, but the person behind him was still urging him to "hurry up", so he made up his mind and moved his lips closer.
Through the thin paper, the warmth of the old man's lips penetrated, and the unique fragrance and softness of the old man...
Uncle Li couldn't continue making up stories.
On the opposite blue team, Qin Chuyao sucked the paper and turned his head tremblingly, only to meet Liu Jingheng's dazed expression.
He took a deep breath, his heart filled with despair.
Liu Jingheng moved her neck up and down, trying to find an opportunity to avoid an indirect kiss from Qin Chuyao.
God will certainly not disappoint anyone who works hard. Liu Jingheng carefully approached, took a deep breath, sucked the paper from Qin Chuyao's chin, and slowly turned her head——
This was the first time he observed President Qin so closely.
Men of this age have lost the sharpness and unruliness typical of youth, but are like a piece of vintage jade that has been carefully polished by time, cold and profound.
Everyone was urging Liu Jingheng to hurry up, but Qin Du said nothing, his eyes as deep as the calm sea in the dark night.
Liu Jingheng sucked the paper and moved forward, then slowly closed her eyes.
Qin Chuyao was speechless: "Why are you closing your eyes!"
Liu Jingheng didn't know that whenever there was a plot like this on TV, one party had to close their eyes.
Qin Du's dark eyes looked down at Liu Jingheng's face.
Pale, thin and lonely, crow-feather-like eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under the eyes.
Qin Du slowly lowered his head——
Liu Jingheng's eyebrows suddenly jumped.
A ball of hot air floated in front of me and brushed across my face.
After losing his sight, all his senses involuntarily rushed to his lips, more acute than before.
Through the thin piece of paper, I gently felt the cool touch and took a slight breath, trying to let the paper hang on my thin lips.
The whole body was enveloped by the other person's invasive scent.
Liu Jingheng closed her eyes tightly and sniffed.
The breath coming from the other person seduced the vague memories in my mind.
A familiar scent, as if I've felt it up close somewhere before. A light woody aroma, perhaps fir, standing on a damp, rainy day, with a hint of cold bitterness in the base notes.
The entire hall was so silent that you could hear a pin drop, and all the sounds melted into the people's ever-widening eyes.
Uncle Li clasped his hands tightly, tears welling up in his eyes:
Black is good, black suits our President Qin's inherent noble and calm temperament; Jingjing wears white? White is very fresh, but recently I saw a pink men's suit online that also looks good.
Liu Jingheng was a little short of oxygen.
I kept breathing in and out, but couldn't get any oxygen.
"Swish——" The sound of paper fluttering suddenly came in the air.
The cool touch on my lips disappeared immediately.
He slowly opened his eyes, Qin Du turned his head while sucking the piece of paper, and the little nanny who followed closely behind him had a dull look in her eyes at the sight, with an obvious expression of despair and fear as if an army were about to attack.
She opened her mouth, moved closer cautiously, her eyes moving wildly, and finally found a polite position. She sucked the paper from Qin Du's chin and quickly passed it to the next nanny.
Qin Du watched as the piece of paper was passed to the last nanny. She successfully caught the piece of paper, held it for five seconds, then tore it off and stood up.
"Finish!"
Qin Du turned his head and looked at the red team across from him who were still fumbling with a piece of paper.
The corner of his eye fell on Liu Jingheng inconspicuously.
Although the perspective was incomplete, he could still clearly see the other person tilting his head, his empty eyes staring straight at his profile.
Time is up and the game is over.
The blue team's nannies cheered in triumph. Dividing 660,000 equally among the eight of them meant each person would receive over 80,000.
The opposing red team, after losing 660,000, began to settle accounts with the remnants.
"Uncle Li is too slow. We just lost the job thanks to you. No matter what, you have to compensate us 660,000!"
Uncle Li argued:
"You guys are still judging others by their behavior, right? Young Master Cheng is obviously slower. He was just stunned for half a minute."
Uncle Li came close to Cheng Yunqing and asked him to say something:
"Master Cheng, you are right, right?"
Cheng Yunqing stood up and answered the question irrelevantly:
"Sorry, I feel a little dizzy. I need to go rest first. Excuse me."
When Qin Chuyao saw the man was about to leave, he immediately chased after him.
The evening breeze in May is still a little chilly.
Cheng Yunqing stood under the courtyard lights, and in front of him was the Qin family's huge, luxurious and vibrant garden.
The scene of passing the paper flashed in my mind like a kaleidoscope and then disappeared again.
Liu Jingheng received a bonus of more than 80,000 yuan, and he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart because it was earned through his own hard work.
But no matter how hard you try, there will still be a gap in your heart, right?
Just like when Uncle Li faced Mr. Qin, he forgot the hierarchy between master and servant and showed obvious disdain. Even the female nannies would have physiological hesitation before taking action.
But Liu Jingheng raised her head and closed her eyes, like a devout believer waiting for the blessing of God.
Cheng Yunqing couldn't figure out whether this devotion was a belief in money or...
From the first day Liu Jingheng entered the Qin family, he was not worried about the existence of the handsome Qin Chuyao, but he was always worried about the man he had only met a few times.
It is undeniable that this kind of mature man who is calm, composed and successful in his career can easily attract young, simple and inexperienced children.
Cheng Yunqing took out his cell phone and counted the days on the calendar.
The internship period ends in mid-June, and everyone has to go back to school to work on their papers and defenses.
One month left.
It will be soon.
*
night.
Liu Jingheng counted the transfer of 82,500 several times to make sure that the number would not change.
Only then did I remember that my internship would end in a month.
Liu Jingheng picked up the small notebook from her neck and started writing and drawing on it.
During this month, he must:
1. Let Qin's family find out that he is pregnant (before that, contact a doctor to create a fake pregnancy report).
2. It is natural to propose to marry Qin Chuyao.
3. Forget it and talk about it when you remember it.
Liu Jingheng flipped forward and found the pregnancy guide.
[9-16 weeks of pregnancy: fatigue, headaches, joint pain, breast swelling, darkening of the diaphoresis, improved appetite, and weight gain.]
Liu Jingheng looked down at her Amazon Plain.
The study next door.
Qin Du was reporting on the quarter's work to Mr. Qin, the chairman of the board.
Qin Du performed his duties in a routine and methodical manner.
The old man lowered his head and wrote stroke by stroke on the MiG paper.
After a while, he raised his masterpiece and shook it:
"Teacher Xiao Liu's internship will end in a month, and we can't delay his studies, so I have to seize every opportunity to study hard and try to give him a satisfactory answer before he leaves."
Qin Du put down the document, his eyes cold:
"In that case, Father, it would be best if you could step down as chairman as soon as possible. That way, you'd have plenty of time to travel and write poetry."
The old man cleared his throat, put down his masterpiece, and his eyes lingered between the lines.
I still couldn't help but ask, "Honestly, if my calligraphy isn't comparable to Wang Xizhi's, does it have some of Zhao Mengfu's style?"
Qin Du took a look at the old man's work.
To be fair, compared to before, at least now it looks like a character. Now if I change the teacher to teach it, the teacher will feel motivated.
Qin Du's eyes fell on the electronic calendar on the corner of the table.
The students have already completed more than half of their progress during the three-month internship.
Qin Du retracted his gaze, picked up the document, and said in a somewhat nonchalant tone:
"Liu Jingheng is dull, slow, and has no temper. She is the most suitable person to be your teacher. Please stop causing trouble for others."
He stood up and turned around: "Keep practicing your calligraphy."
The old man raised his masterpiece and glared at Qin Du fiercely.
He has learned to be picky after being raised to this age. Isn't this a good handwriting? But when it comes to his mouth, even the king has to understand his own classification.
After Qin Du's reminder, the old man hissed and thought that he couldn't let Xiao Liu run away so easily. The elementary school group of the calligraphy competition had just ended, and the middle school group was waiting for him.
Qin Du put down the documents and went downstairs, intending to make himself a cup of black tea and continue working.
In the past two years, the old man has been a hands-off boss with the title of chairman. All the company's affairs, big and small, have been piled in front of him, and he has to find time to smear Qin Chuyao, the mess.
It seems like I haven't had a good rest for a long time.
While waiting for the hot water to boil, Qin Du leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes for a nap.
The smart home receives the signal and turns off all the headlights, leaving only one stair light on.
Qin Du closed his eyes and immersed himself in the darkness, using this brief time to clear his mind and take a break.
“Gurgle…”
Qin Du slowly opened his eyes.
In the darkness, he heard the sound of wheels rubbing against the floor tiles. When he looked over, all he could see was a flash of silver light reflected by the metal wheelchair.
Qin Du straightened up slightly, his eyes piercing through the darkness, catching the little mouse who was not sleeping in the middle of the night, wondering what big plan he was plotting.
Liu Jingheng walked out of the door and took the paper bag from the delivery boy through the carved bronze door.
As soon as he entered the house, he opened the paper bag and took out a small bottle with a small funnel attached to the top.
Liu Jingheng looked around. The room was dark and everything was immersed in the darkness. It was a perfect environment for doing bad things.
He recalled how to use the small bottle he had just seen in the video, huddled up, and unbuttoned his shirt.
The slightly cool air made him shiver.
Liu Jingheng gently placed the small funnel on top of the bottle on her chest. Following the instructions in the video, she formed a C shape with her thumb and index finger, pressed her flat chest, and pushed and squeezed gently from top to bottom.
He seemed to be being monitored by big data.
So Xiao Hongshu has been pushing various pregnancy precautions to him like crazy these past two days. As he was scrolling, he came across “Knowing how to use a breast pump can turn you into a big cow”.
When I opened the video, the sweet potato blogger came up and said:
"Every time you use a breast pump, not only do you not express much milk, but your breasts become swollen and red. That's because you're not using it correctly."
Liu Jingheng's eyes widened a little.
Swollen and red?
He looked at his secret little notebook, which contained the record of pregnancy reactions - breast swelling, pain, and enlargement.
Order a breast pump for delivery immediately.
Liu Jingheng opened her arms, with a breast pump on her chest, and squeezed and pinched her breasts without any rhythm according to the wrong techniques mentioned in the video.
"Hiss, it hurts..." Liu Jingheng narrowed her eyes.
With the reaction force of the breast pump, he felt like someone was pulling his body outwards, and the skin on his chest began to tighten, causing pain and swelling.
His body shrank uncontrollably:
“It hurts so much…”
With a "pop" sound, the little funnel left reluctantly.
Liu Jingheng rubbed it and raised the empty little bottle.
There is another side...
At that moment, he finally understood that being a mother was really hard.
“Ouch…it hurts…”
In the empty hall, Liu Jingheng's painful moans, which she tried hard to suppress, were infinitely amplified and lingered.
"cough."
Suddenly, a light cough was heard from the sofa in the corner of the hall.
Liu Jingheng continued to inhale.
etc.
He slowly pulled down the small funnel, and the pain came at the speed of a rocket.
"Hiss...Who is it?" Liu Jingheng gathered her clothes and looked into the darkness.
In the blurry and dark vision, he could only vaguely see two slender legs extending from under the sofa. They seemed to be wearing dark pants, which almost blended into the darkness, so he naturally ignored them.
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment.
At this time, Grandpa Qin is too old to endure the sleep and always goes to bed early.
As for Mr. Qin, he always marginalizes himself. He usually doesn't come down unless it's something important. Even if there is something important, he will call people upstairs.
As for Uncle Li, first of all, judging from that person's reaction, it is impossible.
Liu Jingheng slowly raised her head.
When you have eliminated all possibilities, whatever remains, no matter how incredible, must be the truth.
For Qin Chuyao, who wanted to marry the game, it was normal to appear here at this time.
"Qin...Brother Chuyao?" Liu Jingheng asked tentatively.
A faint sneer was heard in the darkness.
Liu Jingheng nodded. It was him, no doubt. The only person who would mock me was the male lead.
He rubbed his swollen and aching chest, and a cunning smile, typical of a stiff villain cannon fodder, appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Liu Jingheng pushed her wheelchair in front of "Qin Chuyao".
In the darkness, one could only vaguely see the other person's clear eyes, while the rest was hidden in the pitch-black darkness.
Liu Jingheng held the wheelchair with both hands and moved closer. His vision was blocked and he could not judge the direction. He stopped because his knee hit the knee of the person on the sofa.
"Brother Chu Yao..." Liu Jingheng tried to sound aggrieved, but her voice still sounded stiff and emotionless. "Why are you not sleeping so late? Are you worried about something?"
Without waiting for "Qin Chuyao" to answer, he continued:
"I don't know if you have any, but I am worried."
Qin Du raised his chin and caught a glimpse of Liu Jingheng's overly fair face in the darkness, his slightly narrowed eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.
"Sigh..." Liu Jingheng's acting and lines were truly awful, so awful that one could tell he was about to cause trouble again. "Actually, because of this incident, I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time."
As for me, I gave myself a thumbs up in my heart.
Improvisation that deviates from the original lines is always so natural and fascinating.
"Really?" Qin Du's tone sounded somewhat sarcastic.
Liu Jingheng nodded. Suddenly realizing that the other party might not be able to see, she added:
"right."
"What's the matter that keeps you worried and unable to sleep all night?" Qin Du lowered his voice, with a barely perceptible chuckle at the end.
Liu Jingheng: "Give me your hand."
Qin Du was silent for a moment and stretched out his hand.
Liu Jingheng groped and found "Qin Chuyao's" hand, which was filled with warmness.
He walked through the darkness with his hand resting on his chest.
All kidding aside, Liu Jingheng felt a little nauseous when she thought that the other person was Qin Chuyao.
But for the sake of his own plan of returning, he had no choice but to go ahead with it.
"Snap." With a subtle sound, a large palm covered the slightly hot soft flesh.
Qin Du raised his eyebrows and suddenly closed his fingers, like the small funnel on a breast pump, sucking firmly.
The small fruit stood trembling under the stimulation of the slightly cool palm.
"Look, it's swollen." Liu Jingheng suppressed her nausea and grabbed the other's hand, rubbing it gently.
There was a slight tingling sensation at the tip, and the moment the fingertips passed by, an uncontrollable itch arose.
Liu Jingheng arched her back, and the skin exposed to the air stimulated her hairs to stand on end.
"What's going on?" Liu Jingheng coaxed her, hoping that the other party would take the initiative to say "You can't get pregnant."
"You won't..." A low voice came from the darkness.
Liu Jingheng was overjoyed and wanted to get some strength.
"It's an alien."
Liu Jingheng smiled and said, "Yes."
a long time:?
"No..." The smile on Liu Jingheng's face disappeared.
Qin Du continued, "I've always felt that you are exceptionally powerful."
Qin Du pulled his hand back and stood up:
"Tell me before you return to your planet, and I'll prepare a farewell banquet for you."
Liu Jingheng pondered for a moment:
"OK."
Then he said, "But I can't eat spicy food. Is that okay with me liking Cantonese food?"
Qin Du glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He was quite picky.
The slender legs passed through the darkness and reached the stairwell, where they were illuminated by the dim light.
He took steady and leisurely steps, one step at a time. When he reached the last two steps, he took a long stride and walked all the way to the end.
Qin Du went into the bathroom.
He stood in front of the mirror, his brows slightly furrowed.
He took a deep breath and raised his eyes slightly.
The fingertips hanging by the side of the body trembled, then slowly closed.
The residual heat after boiling lingered for a long time, and it seemed that the slightly hard and ripe fruit still remained.
Qin Du's Adam's apple slid and his gaze slowly moved downwards.
A large, uncontrollable bulge bulged out from the middle of his well-tailored suit pants.
Qin Du held the washbasin with both hands, his body slightly bent.
The man in the mirror stared straight ahead, his sharp brows deeply furrowed, his dark eyes burning with a fire that could blaze through the sky and into the earth.
*
When Liu Jingheng woke up, she touched her chest in a daze.
The swelling went away and shrunk back.
He looked at the breast pump on the bedside table.
No, it hurts.
He turned over and sighed.
Her voluntary sacrifice last night not only failed to enlighten Qin Chuyao, but instead made him misunderstand that she was an alien.
How should I explain to him that I am a typical earthling?
When you are undecided, go to bed first.
…
The next day.
After Liu Jingheng followed Uncle Li to serve the Qin family breakfast, she asked Uncle Li for half a day off.
Jinhai University Hospital Dental Medical Center.
The professor's face was full of sternness, and only after two cups of black tea could he suppress his anger.
After a moment's silence, he slowly opened his mouth:
"Yunqing, you know how much I believe in you. To better train you, I even went so far as to violate regulations and assign the important job of administering anesthesia to an intern like you."
Cheng Yunqing stood aside, his face pale and a hint of blue in his eyes.
The professor sighed:
"Your father entrusted you to me, so naturally I must live up to his expectations and teach you everything I know. But it's useless if I just work hard on my own. You said everyone has submitted their surgical reports, and I'm selfishly giving you some time off because of your hard work. But how could you let me down?"
Cheng Yunqing withdrew his thoughts and said in a hoarse voice:
"I'm sorry, teacher. I'm really not in good shape recently."
"It's a big taboo for a doctor to be out of shape! You have to be responsible for the patients in your hands even if you work yourself to death!" The professor slammed the table angrily. This was the first time that he, who was always gentle, got so angry.
This was the first time Cheng Yunqing was criticized by a teacher in his life.
It seemed that the professor's earnest advice did not wake him up. He walked out of the office in a daze and stood in the corridor, staring at the hospital gate in a daze.
Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched and his body leaned forward unconsciously.
The spring breeze in May brought a hundred flowers in full bloom, and a light white figure appeared under the wisteria trellis of the hospital.
Cheng Yunqing quickly straightened his white coat, combed his hair one by one in front of the screen of his mobile phone, bypassed the escalator which he thought was too slow, walked down the stairs in two steps, and stopped Liu Jingheng at the door of the lobby.
"Why are you here?" Cheng Yunqing tried hard to suppress the emotions that were about to burst out and tried to remain calm.
After Liu Jingheng's single-core processor ran for a while, he slowly pulled out a paper bag wrapped in newspaper and handed it over.
"I'll return the five hundred yuan I borrowed from you."
Cheng Yunqing looked at the money and didn't move.
Liu Jingheng handed it forward again.
"I don't want cash." Cheng Yunqing turned his face away.
He didn't like this feeling. Paying back debts was a matter of course, but in another sense, it also meant that both parties were even.
Liu Jingheng thought for a while and slowly took out her cell phone.
Just before the transfer, a hand reached out and snatched his phone, turning it off.
When he looked up, he met Cheng Yunqing's forbearing gaze.
Liu Jingheng:?
"You came to me to pay me back."
"right."
Liu Jingheng twisted her fingers for a while, then raised her head:
"Actually, it's because I can only ask you for something else after I pay you back."
Cheng Yunqing stared at his sincere expression and smiled for no reason.
"Tell me about it." Cheng Yunqing leaned over and looked at Liu Jingheng's face seriously. "I want to see if it's worth five hundred yuan."
Liu Jingheng didn't bother to be polite with him and went straight to the point:
"I have a friend who needs a pregnancy test report for a special reason. Do you know an obstetrician?"
Cheng Yunqing frowned, looking a little embarrassed:
"Doctors who falsify medical records will not only be subject to administrative penalties, but may also bear corresponding civil liability."
"Ah..." Liu Jingheng nodded, "That's right."
He was rude and didn't consider other people's feelings.
"Is your friend pregnant?" Cheng Yunqing was afraid that he would blame himself, so she immediately changed the subject. "If she's pregnant, she can just go through the normal prenatal checkup process. It's much more convenient than forging a pregnancy test report."
Liu Jingheng nodded: "Yes."
"What friends? Why have I never heard you mention them?" Cheng Yunqing asked tentatively.
"Just... a classmate." Liu Jingheng now admired the original owner very much. What methods had he used to persuade the doctor to risk his own career and forge medical records for him? "He wanted to marry into a wealthy family this way."
Cheng Yunqing chuckled and shook his head helplessly.
He glanced at his watch and said softly:
"Go home first, I'll think of a solution."
Liu Jingheng hesitated: "Didn't he say he would go to jail..."
"You won't go to jail." Cheng Yunqing pushed his wheelchair around a corner. "Besides, helping your classmates is helping you."
He leaned over and whispered in Liu Jingheng's ear:
"It's a blessing to be able to help you."
Liu Jingheng walked away with a puzzled look on her face.
Halfway through, I sighed and said that he was indeed the male protagonist. His good qualities of being kind and helpful to others were indeed not comparable to ordinary people.
Liu Jingheng passed by a bakery on the way home and suddenly wanted to eat something sweet, so she went in, picked out a few pieces of bread and ate while walking.
After eating half of it, he looked at the two remaining pieces of European bread in the bag and fell into deep thought.
When I got home, Uncle Li had just finished his work and was taking a break, eating fruit and watching his favorite palace fighting drama.
"Your Majesty! Child! My child is gone..." On the screen, the concubine in the harem held the emperor's hand, tears streaming down her face.
The emperor was furious: "What on earth is going on? Someone tell me!"
The harem queen covered her face and cried bitterly:
"I consider myself sincere and treat everyone in the harem as my own family, but sincerity cannot be exchanged for sincerity. I have never thought that a mother's status depends on her son, but someone misunderstood me and pushed me down the stairs."
Uncle Li slapped his thigh and said, "This beast!"
Liu Jingheng looked at it for a long time, then relaxed her brows.
I have an idea.
The first time he framed the original owner, he was pushed down the stairs but failed. This time he made a comeback and raised the stakes.
Uncle Li was watching with great interest when he received a call from Qin Du.
Qin Du said that he was going abroad to discuss business in the next few days and asked Uncle Li to take good care of the family.
Liu Jingheng returned to the room, took out the European bread he hadn't eaten, threaded the needle, tied one at each end, and hung it around his neck.
The loose and shapeless shirt immediately caused two big bulges on the chest.
Liu Jingheng: Hey.
*
That night, Cheng Yunqing was ordered to be on duty and did not return to the Qin family until after nine o'clock.
Liu Jingheng was lying on the bed, drowsy, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. Cheng Yunqing's voice came through the door:
"Liu Jingheng, are you asleep?"
Liu Jingheng turned over, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.
He sat up, climbed into his wheelchair and opened the door.
Cheng Yunqing's eyes were filled with fatigue, but when he saw Liu Jingheng's slightly messy hair and sleepy eyes, the fatigue in his eyes disappeared:
"Why aren't you sleeping yet? Are you waiting for me?"
Liu Jingheng thought about it and nodded.
"You're talking about forged medical records..." Cheng Yunqing started to speak, but was interrupted by Liu Jingheng.
"Let's talk over there." Liu Jingheng pointed to the stairs.
Cheng Yunqing nodded and turned around. Liu Jingheng held up the European bag in front of her chest, straightened her chest, and made a C shape with her back.
The two stopped at the stairs.
Cheng Yunqing turned around and said, "I've asked my classmates who are doing their internship in obstetrics. They don't want to gamble with their future. But it doesn't matter. I'll go to the obstetrics department tomorrow to see if I can get a blank report form. I..."
The voice suddenly stopped.
He saw Liu Jingheng slowly stand up with the help of the handrail, walk to the middle of the stairs, lower her head, and slowly roll downstairs.
Cheng Yunqing: ...?
Liu Jingheng did not forget to recall her lines while rolling:
[Child, my child, leave me alone, go check if my child is okay.]
Halfway through the roll, he stopped, took out his notebook and checked his lines again to make sure they were correct. He straightened his body, stuck perfectly on the center line of the stairs, and continued rolling.
At this moment, the sound of a car shutting down was heard in the Qin family courtyard.
The armored door opened with an electronic sound, and the shiny leather shoes complemented the mirror-like floor tiles.
"Tap, tap, tap--" The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor tiles, a crisp rhythm.
Liu Jingheng finally rolled to the last step, the last leap of faith -
My body suddenly hit something and I braked suddenly. Due to the impact, my body rebounded and I lost my balance instantly, falling straight back with my buttocks facing down.
“Bang!”
His wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and his body was pulled forward by an irresistible force.
Immediately he crashed into a solid embrace.
A big hand pressed the bag on his chest tightly.
Liu Jingheng pondered for a moment, then looked up and saw a strange but handsome face.
Liu Jingheng:?
Who is it.
"Are you okay?" Cheng Yunqing jumped down in two steps and supported Liu Jingheng. "Why are you doing this again?"
Liu Jingheng's single-core processor could not load overly complex programs, so she could only temporarily ignore Cheng Yunqing's questions.
He looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared in front of him and searched for the plot about him according to the original text.
The man was tall and slender, with a dark suit that wrapped around his perfect waist.
Liu Jingheng: Tsk, it seems that the original text describes all men in this way.
At this time, the man's hand was still suspended in mid-air, forming a C shape.
His eyes were wide open, intense disbelief crackling in them.
Cheng Yunqing didn't seem to recognize him either, and looked at Liu Jingheng in confusion.
The headlights above my head suddenly lit up, and hurried footsteps were heard at the spiral staircase.
Old Master Qin put on his clothes and brought Qin Chuyao, who had been woken up, downstairs to check the situation.
Seeing the visitor, he hesitated for a long time, then asked cautiously:
"Yes, Qin Mu...?"
Qin Chuyao rubbed his eyes and asked:
"Is it...my uncle?"
The man slowly put down his hand, calmed down, and smiled gently:
"After so many years, have you forgotten my face?"
The old man's brows relaxed, and he quickly called the nannies to get up. He ran downstairs excitedly, grabbed Qin Mu's hand and patted it:
"Good boy, I haven't seen you for so long, I really can't recognize you, you have grown up."
Qin Chuyao also came over:
"Why didn't you tell me that my uncle was coming back? Uncle, I missed you so much!"
Liu Jingheng followed along to listen to the excitement, and as she listened, she suddenly felt a chill on her back.
Uncle... ?
Isn't it too early for the villain to appear?
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