Chapter 56 Chapter 56 There is only one truth!
When the first star jumped out in the sky, Qin Du arrived home.
After entering the door, his originally leisurely pace suddenly slowed down, and his eyes subconsciously looked for the group of students who initiated the popularity vote.
Only a few nannies were busy in the hall, and the scene of students making noise at home seemed like just a dream.
"Mr. Qin, you're back. Have you visited the children in the welfare home?" Uncle Li came out from the corner and took the coat.
Qin Du said "hmm" absentmindedly.
Not only did we have to see a doctor, but we also spent money. Junjun's surgery and subsequent maintenance costs, as well as the renovation and new construction projects of the welfare home, conservatively estimated that the cost was a penny.
"Have all the students who visited and studied left?" Qin Du used to go upstairs directly after entering the door, but today he lingered in the hall for some unknown reason.
"Everyone has left. The students are of very high quality. They even helped clean up before leaving." Uncle Li gave a thumbs up.
Qin Du loosened his tie and asked, "How are your study results?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, but I don't know about that. After all, everyone has different learning abilities."
Qin Du nodded, quickened his pace, and walked across the exquisite floor tiles to the spiral staircase.
He stopped again and asked, "They brought everything, didn't they? Nothing was left out, right?"
Uncle Li suppressed a smile and nodded respectfully, "Yes, I brought everything. Nothing was left out."
Qin Du suddenly fell silent. This time, he had no reason to dawdle any longer.
Lift your foot, step onto a step, slowly bend your long leg, and put your other foot on top.
"However, before leaving, the students left a small gift for Jingjing." Uncle Li looked at Qin Du's back as he took a long time to leave, and smiled kindly.
"Really?" Qin Du was not interested in gifts, and it wasn't for him anyway.
"The gift is not worth much." Uncle Li smiled. "Jingjing just put the gift here after dinner. Do you want to see it?"
"No need." Qin Du said coldly.
"You'd better take a look."
"No, these two words are difficult to understand?"
"It's not hard to understand. I just think that this gift might be more needed by you than Jingjing."
Under Qin Du's scrutinizing gaze, Uncle Li quickly walked to the sofa and took out the so-called gift from under the coffee table.
Qin Du took the gift, and after a moment, his brows suddenly relaxed, and his fingers couldn't help but stroke a childish red star sticker in the rough gift.
A vertical line divides the army of stars into two parts. In the neat and uniform arrangement, the extra star on the left side is particularly conspicuous.
At the bottom of the two parts of the star, two numbers were written in black pen, namely:
519 and 520.
Qin Du suddenly put down the gift and asked, "Where is Liu Jingheng?"
Uncle Li raised his chin and pointed to the kitchen behind the hall.
…
Liu Jingheng sat outside the kitchen, facing the corner, with her hands clasped together on her knees, like an elementary school student reflecting on his mistakes.
I don't know what I was thinking about, I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice Qin Du's footsteps.
"Liu Jingheng, didn't you have enough for dinner?"
Qin Du's voice suddenly rang out. Liu Jingheng thought seriously about whether she should eat more. After a long time, her body reacted with her nerves and shook slightly.
Qin Du held down his wheelchair and leaned over to stare at his frightened face:
"You've been thinking about this for so long, is it because you spent all your time voting for me, so you really haven't eaten enough?"
Liu Jingheng slowly raised her eyes, looking up with her eyes wide open. The process of the muscles around her eyes working against each other caused her eyelashes to tremble.
Yes, he put the final crucial vote under Qin Du's photo.
Just now, when he hadn't figured out whether he would sacrifice his precious blood for Qin Du, he heard the students saying goodbye to Uncle Li.
Uncle Li asked about the voting results, and the students sighed, "You two are both outstanding people. It's really hard to tell who will win and who will lose."
Uncle Li asked again: "What will be the impact of a tie?"
The student said, "Well, it's just for fun. Besides, voting based on appearance is highly subjective. It doesn't really matter. Maybe the person involved will feel uncomfortable. After all, the desire to compare is ingrained in human genes."
Uncle Li: "Yes, don't hold this kind of vote next time. President Qin can't use it for entertainment. A tie is harmless, but for President Qin, who has always strived for first place in everything, a tie is a failure, a loss."
The students chatted with Uncle Li for a few more sentences before saying that it was getting late and they had to go back to school.
At that moment, Liu Jingheng couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Seeing the students leaving one by one with the voting boards in their arms, his reflexes seemed to come alive all of a sudden, and he grabbed the armrests of his wheelchair and paddled forward desperately.
There were three steps leading out of the main door. He took a leap of faith, flew out of his wheelchair, and landed at the students' feet, his hands outstretched.
"I...I haven't voted yet..."
The red star fell under Qin Du's photo, and he pressed it hard for fear that it would not stick firmly.
…
During the time Liu Jingheng was lost in thought, Qin Du's gaze had already circled around him.
Finally, it stopped between his hands. Even though they were holding each other, one could vaguely see the red marks on his palms caused by the friction of the wheelchair wheels.
"How did you get your hand like that?" Qin Du half squatted down, grabbed Liu Jingheng's hand and looked at it carefully.
Liu Jingheng looked down at the top of Qin Du's head without saying anything.
"Are you afraid that I will lose, so you are trying your best to catch up with those students?" Qin Du asked.
"Yes..." Liu Jingheng was not very good at lying anyway, so he answered whatever the other party asked.
As soon as the simple word "yes" was uttered, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Liu Jingheng's gaze moved around and then dropped tentatively.
Meeting Qin Du's upward gaze, his dark pupils seemed to be ground with ink soaked in water, with a glass-like clarity that matched the moonlight.
Liu Jingheng raised her hand and scratched her chest, feeling itchy.
He concealed his gaze and turned it aside, but secretly observed the man in front of him with his peripheral vision.
From beginning to end, the other party stared at him deeply with those clear and smiling eyes.
"I am extremely, extremely, extremely happy." Qin Du repeated it slowly three times, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corners of his usually sharp lips.
Liu Jingheng: "That's good."
After saying that, he hastily turned his head away, no longer having the courage to look.
In her impression, Qin Du always spoke concisely or hit the point with every word. This behavior of repeating a word over and over again, which only a person with a dull mind would do, seemed strange and fresh to Liu Jingheng, and secretly gave rise to a sense of inexplicable expectation.
"Then tonight...can I make an exception and have fried chicken?" Liu Jingheng asked tentatively.
Qin Du still smiled: "No."
Liu Jingheng frowned, lowered her neck and moved closer to him: "Tomorrow."
“No.”
Liu Jingheng: Damn it, it seems like this isn’t going to work.
Carefully review the Green Tea Guide that you just reviewed last night. When you have a need, you can say:
[Good brother, please bear with me just once and let me do it~]
And I heard that men all fall for this trick and it works every time.
Liu Jingheng clenched her fist firmly. This time the number of words was very small, and she absolutely could not make any more mistakes. She was betting the reputation of "Green Tea Manual" on it!
He took a deep breath and spoke very slowly to avoid making any more mistakes:
"Good brother...just bear with it this time and fall...on me, mu...mu."
Qin Du held up one cheek, looked at him with interest, and asked:
"Exactly where?"
Liu Jingheng: "? Just put it on your body."
"Anywhere is fine?" Qin Du raised his eyebrows, his eyes curved like crescent moons.
Liu Jingheng didn't quite understand and nodded stupidly: "Yes."
Qin Du stood up with his hands on his knees, bent down, and supported himself on the armrests of his wheelchair with both hands. He lowered his eyes and looked over every corner of his face, and finally his gaze stopped on his ash-white lips.
Then, as if he thought of something, he smiled meaningfully.
"Close your eyes." Qin Du whispered.
Liu Jingheng didn't understand and closed her eyes obediently.
In an instant, the visual world disappeared, leaving behind a sharper sense of smell.
The cool smell of grass and mint liquor mixed with ice poured down from above my head.
The slender and slightly cool fingers went around the back of the head, holding the warmth hidden in the hair in the end of summer, and pushed it forward, as if looking for the most convenient angle.
The thin, moist and hot lips fell down. At first, he just tested carefully at the edge of the lips. After finding that the person did not react, he became bolder. The moist and slightly red tip of the tongue pressed against the two soft petals of flesh and pushed inward with a little force.
Liu Jingheng's vision went dark. Warm, honey-colored air found its way through the tiny pores of her skin, suddenly seeping in. Mixed with her blood, it began to heat up steadily. Her single-core processor didn't know whether to focus on the sudden rise in temperature or the sweet saliva melting in her mouth.
He only knew that he was about to be crushed by this minty breath.
The arm resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, with the sleeve rolled up because of the heat, looked like a delicate white lotus root under the light, with green veins lining that small part of the arm, rising and falling continuously with the movement of the fingers.
Liu Jingheng swallowed hard, but Qin Du wouldn't let her. He hooked her lips with his tongue again and again, rubbing it against the wall of her lips and then against the two helpless petals.
The unrhythmic breathing gradually became louder. Liu Jingheng's mind was in a mess and her eyelids seemed to be glued shut and she couldn't open them.
"Qin..." Uncle Li kicked over with a goose step, then drifted away.
All this happened when Qin Du's gaze briefly fell on Uncle Li. He looked around like an eagle or wolf, raised his hand and waved it slowly, signaling him to get out.
At this time, Liu Jingheng no longer knew what the world was. She only remembered that she was lying in the clouds, and everything was soft.
Qin Du listened to the heavy breathing of the person next to him, which was disordered and without rhythm, like a novice who had just started long-distance running and didn't know how to regulate his breathing properly.
He held the back of Liu Jingheng's head and gently withdrew, then reluctantly kissed the small crimson mole on the tip of her nose.
Liu Jingheng still had her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du called him, "You can open your eyes now. I have fulfilled your request."
Liu Jingheng slowly opened her eyelids, her ears were buzzing, and a hint of red from the rouge box still remained on her face.
Now, the CPU stopped running completely, and two small light-colored windows clearly said "Who am I and where am I?"
A century passed, Liu Jingheng slowly raised her head, and her neck made a rusty sound.
"Why did you molest me..."
"You said it's on you, muma." Qin Du said confidently and argued with reason.
Liu Jingheng: Is that what you mean?
It turned out that because he often stuttered, Qin Du automatically ignored the word "种植" in front.
Qin Du curled his knuckles and gently rubbed the corner of his lips, smiling:
"Next time you have such a request, come to me."
Liu Jingheng: "Okay..."
"Go to bed early." Qin Du left a word, left Liu Jingheng whose brain was still working hard, and strode upstairs.
Liu Jingheng sat there for who knows how long. It took other people's reaction time to circle the earth before he finally took his first step in a shabby manner.
Kiss...he kissed me.
Liu Jingheng touched her slightly stinging lips and opened her eyes as wide as possible.
After a long time, he closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head.
My heart is beating so fast, I wonder if something will happen to me.
*
Late at night, the cones on the redwood trees were blown down by the night wind, making crackling sounds against the windows.
Liu Jingheng opened her eyes from the bed.
Can't sleep.
Because I thought too much and used up too much energy, my stomach was now sticking to my back.
He went to the kitchen and took a look around. It was full of fruits, vegetables, seafood and meat, but nothing he wanted to eat.
Liu Jingheng thought, "Why did he kiss me?" and opened the food delivery app.
The abundance of late-night food delivery apps, in a sense, determines the prosperity of a city.
Liu Jingheng thought, "Why did he kiss me?" She wanted to eat this and taste that.
Finally, he chose a fried skewers restaurant. Instead of just fried chicken, he wanted to try crab sticks, sausages, and cheese sticks...
Afraid that others would hear it, he cunningly noted, "Don't ring the doorbell or knock on the door, call me and I'll go out and get it."
Half an hour later, while Liu Jingheng was puzzled as to "Why did he kiss me?", the delivery man called.
Liu Jingheng put on a thin shirt and got out of bed. Because he was afraid that the wheelchair would be too noisy, he went downstairs with crutches.
After taking the greasy plastic bag from the delivery man, Liu Jingheng felt like a bird leaving its nest. She hung the plastic bag on the end of her crutch and skipped back.
He returned to the room safely, covered Penny's mouth when she wanted to scream excitedly, left only a night light on, and opened the lid.
Mmm~ it smells like good junk food.
Liu Jingheng couldn't help but fall into deep thought, wondering why junk food often smells more fragrant and appetizing.
Never mind, to avoid any further complications, eat first as a courtesy.
Liu Jingheng held up the big red sausage: "Ah——"
"What are you eating? Let me have a taste." Qin Du's question suddenly came from a corner of the room in the dim light.
Liu Jingheng looked back at the locked door.
yeah?
Until on the balcony, a tall figure stood up from the sofa, its outline clearly visible in the dim light.
Liu Jingheng:?
Liu Jingheng:!
Why did Qin Du appear from the balcony?
Qin Du walked up to Liu Jingheng and snatched the big red sausage from his hand despite his objection. He looked at it for a long time and asked doubtfully:
"What's this."
Liu Jingheng: "It's... sausage. I was so hungry and wanted to eat something. It was so dark that I mistook the sausage for a carrot."
"Oh~" Qin Du nodded.
"There's nothing we can do about it. We'll just have to eat it." Liu Jingheng stretched out her hands and begged.jpg
Qin Du was unmoved. He picked up the crab sticks in the takeaway box and asked, "What about this?"
"It was too dark, so I mistook the crab stick for yam. There was nothing I could do but eat it." It was well-reasoned and impeccable.
Qin Du put the sausage back into the box and closed the lid.
"It was confiscated."
Liu Jingheng: "No."
Qin Du walked out carrying the box, his back looking resolute.
"No, no." Liu Jingheng chased after him with a crutch.
On his calm face, there was a thin layer of tears in his eyes, and he kept repeating these two words.
Qin Du stopped, turned around and spoke reasonably.
After meeting Liu Jingheng's watery eyes, he suddenly fell silent.
Qin Du suddenly felt guilty and asked himself in his heart, "He doesn't eat it often, so it's not a big deal if he eats it occasionally."
But no, he couldn't keep an eye on Liu Jingheng 24 hours a day. What if he set this precedent and he started eating garbage in the middle of the night every day?
Qin Du looked at Liu Jingheng and quickly looked away.
He was about to cry. If he refused again, he would be hated.
Qin Du clenched the box in his hand. The man who was always decisive in killing suddenly became hesitant because of a box of fried skewers.
After a long moment, he glanced behind him to make sure the door was locked.
Then he pulled Liu Jingheng over to sit on the bed and lowered his voice:
"Actually, this was Uncle Li's idea."
Liu Jingheng: “?”
Qin Du showed some helplessness on his face:
"Uncle Li said you are strictly prohibited from eating anything high in oil or salt. He's a very stubborn man. Even ten cows can't stop him when he gets angry."
Liu Jingheng blinked: "Really...?"
Qin Du nodded decisively and said softly:
"He's doing this for your own good. Maybe his method is wrong, but you shouldn't hate him too much."
Liu Jingheng: "But now I really don't like him a little bit."
Qin Du secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the takeaway box and walked out:
"Since you're really hungry, can I make you some porridge?"
"No need..." Liu Jingheng sighed deeply.
He really had misjudged Uncle Li. He knew Uncle Li was doing this for his own good, but there was no need to go so far. He would just slightly dislike him for an hour.
Qin Du walked out with the box in his hand, suddenly feeling ridiculous. When had he become so shameless? To prevent Liu Jingheng from hating him, he actually let a sixty-year-old man take the blame.
When he reached the door, Qin Du slowed down his pace and turned back to look at Liu Jingheng.
His footsteps suddenly stopped.
Even though the light was dim, he could still see Liu Jingheng's expectant eyes staring at the takeaway box in his hand.
Qin Du tightened his grip on the box.
Ten minutes later, in the kitchen.
The rush of water washed away the grease and seasoning on the surface of the fried skewers.
Qin Du shook off the water on the fried skewers, wiped them on a paper towel, took another skewer and continued rinsing.
Liu Jingheng sat next to him, holding the pool with both hands, looking eagerly.jpg
Qin Du sighed deeply inwardly. He really couldn't stand him.
Liu Jingheng finally got to eat the fried skewers that had been produced and processed.
Qin Du held his chin, crossed his legs and sat aside, looking at him, unable to understand:
"Is this delicious?"
Liu Jingheng nodded, then realized:
"Why are you in my room?"
Qin Du breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I haven't slept yet. I heard you go out and went to check. I saw someone being dishonest and stealing some takeout in the middle of the night."
Liu Jingheng learned from the Internet and put it into practice:
"Because people become irritable and unhappy when they lack carbohydrates."
"Hold on a little longer."
"How long will it take?"
"Half a year."
"..." Liu Jingheng put down the fried skewers, "I don't want to live anymore."
"Don't always say negative things. People should learn to avoid prophecies." Qin Du taught.
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "Didn't you say you don't believe in these things?"
Qin Du was silent for a while, then looked away: "I believe it now."
"Why."
"There's no need to ask so many questions. I just suddenly believed it."
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.
Qin Du held his chin, gently stroking the tip of his chin with his little finger. Suddenly he straightened up, took something out of his pocket and handed it over:
"You lost it, I found it."
Liu Jingheng looked down and saw an exquisitely crafted bracelet on her palm, with a long rhombus-shaped white chalcedony in the middle.
Liu Jingheng's brows lifted, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Where did you find that? You're amazing."
"Luckily, someone found it." Qin Du replied hastily, as if the point was not here. "I went out in the middle of the night when it rained heavily just to look for this."
Liu Jingheng nodded without any concealment.
"It's not a valuable thing, do you like it that much?" Qin Du glanced at Liu Jingheng secretly.
Liu Jingheng lowered her head, thinking seriously about the answer to this question.
If he said he liked it, in fact, he didn't know much about jewelry and had never been interested in it; if he said he didn't like it, after searching the entire house without success, his heart was like a tooth eaten by insects, with cold air pouring in.
Most of the time he acted on instinct, not considering the consequences at the time, his body just followed uncontrollably.
Still racking his brains to no avail, Liu Jingheng instinctively replied:
"Because you gave it to me."
Qin Du's back stiffened and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Six simple words, yet powerful.
Could he understand that these six words were Liu Jingheng's response to his feelings?
Is that right? The correct answer?
Liu Jingheng was about to stuff the fried skewers into her mouth, but someone held her wrist before she could put it in her mouth.
In the dim and unclear light, my vision was slightly obstructed, and the big hand on my back through the thin shirt was so hot that it stung slightly.
The big hand kept moving, drawing a soft and beautiful arc, and then stopped at the back of the neck. The five fingers slightly closed and pinched the thin neck.
Liu Jingheng was carried forward by an irresistible force.
The night wind suddenly rose from the ground, blowing away the last bit of heat in late summer. The dry and cool autumn wind passed through the window, lifting Liu Jingheng's not-so-neat bangs, like the narration in a literary work pushing the development of the plot.
The warm and cool touch fell on the forehead, like a fine drizzle, falling densely from the cheeks, nose tip, lip corners, and earlobes.
Even if the departure is short, there is still a lingering connection.
Liu Jingheng turned into a sculpture again. He hadn't figured out why Qin Du kissed him outside the kitchen, and now he faced a new problem of the century.
Qin Du did not enjoy the kiss himself. He frowned throughout the whole process, as if trying hard to control his impulse.
He liked the smell of Liu Jingheng very much, like opening the window before a heavy rain and looking at the vast fog outside, hazy and milky white, emitting a soft and fragrant heat.
He could even hear his own breathing, which was almost out of control.
The hand that was pinching Liu Jingheng's wrist kept tightening and then loosening it in disappointment. After the emotions surged, he exerted strength again, wrapping it tightly in his palm, but he didn't dare to use too much force.
While Liu Jingheng was half conscious, he heard Qin Du ask in his ear:
"Do you like me?"
The extremely suppressed and low voice was hoarse.
Liu Jingheng answered honestly: "I don't know."
It seemed that the answer did not satisfy Qin Du. Liu Jingheng felt her shoulders being held tightly. After a while of dizziness in her head, her back fell lightly onto the soft bed.
He raised his eyes, and from Qin Du's dark eyes that looked down at him, it seemed that a huge fire that ignited the sky and the earth had been ignited in the depths.
Knowing that his brain couldn't answer this question, Qin Du still stubbornly asked:
"Do you like me?"
Liu Jingheng was pinned down by Qin Du. Qin Du was like a wild beast playing with its prey. She couldn't move at all under his control.
Liu Jingheng: Yes, yes, don’t panic, think carefully about the “Green Tea Guide”.
Remember, if the other person asks you questions about your preferences, don't rush to answer, but ask him back first to show your understanding.
example:
[Q: What color do you like?
A: Brother, do you like blue? I think blue is perfect for your elegant demeanor.
Liu Jingheng took a deep breath, bravely met Qin Du's gaze, and asked:
"Do you like me?"
In an instant, Qin Du's pupils dilated violently again, and the fingers pressing on Liu Jingheng's shoulders trembled involuntarily.
During the long silence, Liu Jingheng was pressed under the body for a long time, causing her brain to be deprived of oxygen and her consciousness to be blurred.
He only heard Qin Du say something in a low voice, so quickly and incomplete that he could only catch the last few words:
"Going crazy."
He should have said something else before, not long, just a few words, but I didn't hear it clearly.
"Jingjing, why haven't you..." Uncle Li's untimely voice suddenly sounded at the door, but then stopped strangely.
The two of them looked over, but there was no sign of Uncle Li.
Qin Du let out a long breath, got off Liu Jingheng, and checked the time:
"It's late, you should go to bed."
Liu Jingheng casually pulled the quilt over her and blinked, "Good night."
Qin Du uttered a "huh" in disbelief. How could someone like this fall asleep so easily in such an atmosphere?
After leaving the room, Qin Du strode to the outside of Uncle Li's room, looked at the closed door, and whispered:
"Uncle Li, please come to my study."
Uncle Li:.
*
Regarding the popularity vote, apart from Qin Du, the person who cares most about the results is probably Cheng Yunqing.
After many days, he finally sent a message to Qin Chuyao as if to give alms:
[Are you home? Have you seen the popularity poll results for me and your uncle?]
Before this, he asked many junior students, and they all said that the voting board was taken away by Liu Jingheng. They didn't know the result and just thought it was a joke.
Qin Chuyao had fallen asleep at one in the morning, but it was as if he had a "Cheng Yunqing radar" installed in his body. When he heard the text message, he jumped up immediately and replied happily while holding the phone:
[Originally, the number of votes you and my uncle received was almost the same, but think about it, how old are you and how old is my uncle? Since you cannot control the variables, a tie is your victory.
But that idiot Liu Jingheng voted for my uncle. I guess he thought he could please our family that way.
Yunqing, don't be sad. In my heart, you are the most popular person, and the opinions of other idiots are unimportant.
The message was sent successfully. Qin Chuyao held the phone and waited, expecting Cheng Yunqing to say, "You are the best."
Until he fell asleep again, Cheng Yunqing's reply fell on deaf ears.
At one o'clock in the morning, Cheng's mother and father suddenly woke up from their dreams. They seemed to hear a loud noise coming from the living room, so they quickly put on their clothes and went down to check.
In the dark living room, a tall and thin figure stood in front of the French window, head lowered, with a broken antique vase at his feet.
"Yunqing, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" Mother Cheng quickly turned on the light to check the situation.
She was shocked when she saw Cheng Yunqing's face clearly.
Cheng Yunqing's face was pale and his expression was dull, with only the circles around his eyes red enough to seem to bleed.
Father Cheng called the nanny to clean up the debris, frowned seriously, and asked:
"Is the pressure of the postgraduate entrance exam too great? You're a man, and even if you're stressed, you wouldn't take it out on the antiques at home."
Mother Cheng quickly pushed him aside and winked at him to speak less.
After a long time, Cheng Yunqing slowly raised his head, and his scarlet gaze swept over his parents one by one.
After a long silence, he asked softly:
"Why do you insist on me studying medicine? There are so many lucrative professions in this world."
The couple looked at each other in confusion, their brows furrowed even deeper.
"What I've learned so far is useless." Cheng Yunqing laughed at himself.
Father Cheng was furious: "You're just getting started! Which medical student doesn't spend eighty or ninety years?! Otherwise, how could a patient trust a doctor with their life?"
His father can yell, and Cheng Yunqing is no less:
"Even if I weren't here, there are still thousands of doctors in the world! Who has ever thought about me?! I can't even protect the most important person in my life because I have no money! I can't give him what he wants! I'm a medical student, and my parents are both leaders in the medical field. You keep saying you have connections all over the world, but I'm not even qualified to intervene in his heart disease! He doesn't even need my opinion!"
Mother Cheng was stunned for a moment, then asked cautiously:
"Is she your girlfriend? Don't be sad. There are many good girls in the world. Mom and Dad know so many people, and the daughters of all the families are very outstanding. You have good conditions yourself. What kind of girl do you like? I will ask someone to find a good one for you tomorrow."
Cheng Yunqing stared at his mother for a long time, then snorted coldly:
"That's the extent of your horizons."
After saying that, he walked around the couple and went straight upstairs.
Father Cheng: "It's all your fault."
Mother Cheng: "Is it my job to teach my children?"
Cheng Yunqing, who was upstairs, heard the heated argument between his parents coming from the living room. His brain felt like it was broken and he felt nauseous.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
That's right, stay calm, think of a solution, there will be a way.
*
In mid-September, Liu Jingheng had already started her rehabilitation career under Qin Du's arrangement.
Just as Qin Du said, two rehabilitation doctors were hired, one on each side to strictly supervise the work.
Although Liu Jingheng hadn't had any oil or sugar these days, she had gained more than four kilograms under Qin Du's diet.
Although he still looks thin, at least his face has gained some flesh and his complexion looks much better.
Early that morning, Liu Jingheng was doing rehabilitation with the doctor when Uncle Li came over with a floor scrubber and pretended to be busy. He didn't know what he was happy about, but he kept muttering to himself:
"Today is a good day."
Liu Jingheng: "Is today my birthday?"
Uncle Li: "Even if we use the solar calendar, it's not your turn."
He wiped the floor in the room and said meaningfully before leaving:
"Today is a rare good day in the whole year~"
Liu Jingheng:?
Uncle Li lingered at the door, as if deliberately waiting for Liu Jingheng to catch up and ask questions.
Liu Jingheng didn't ask. After finishing rehabilitation, she felt half exhausted and hurried back to bed to take a short nap.
Uncle Li gritted his teeth: Okay, Liu Jingheng, you can do it.
Liu Jingheng had just closed her eyes when she suddenly heard a fierce quarrel coming from downstairs.
Rather than saying it was a quarrel, it was more like Mr. Qin's unilateral output.
Penny heard a noise and saw a puppy slithering downstairs. She didn't know who it looked like, as its owner was obviously not one to join in the fun.
Liu Jingheng sighed and struggled to get up.
He was afraid that the old man would get angry and hurt innocent people, and such a small puppy could not withstand a kick.
Liu Jingheng held the handrail of the stairs and went down the stairs one step at a time like an old man with limited mobility.
In the hall, two tall men stood facing each other, and the puppy watching the fun was circling around their feet frantically. I was really afraid that it would break its tail by shaking it.
In fact, Liu Jingheng also guessed that looking at the entire Qin family, the only one who could make the old man so angry was Qin Du.
It seems that this is the case in most Chinese families. Children and their fathers always meet like sworn enemies and never have a good conversation.
The old man was still delivering high-powered output, but Qin Du said nothing on the opposite side, with a cold and indifferent look as if he was looking at garbage.
There was a little nanny standing next to the two of them. She was trembling with fear and wanted to bury her head in her crotch.
"I raised you up, provided you with food and clothing, and now you, my son, are ordering me around!" The old man poked the floor with his crutch, causing it to make a thumping sound.
Qin Du remained unmoved, and instead turned to the trembling nanny and said:
"Throw it away, throw it far away. Of course, I don't mind the chairman of the board digging through the landfill for such a thing."
The little nanny looked at Qin Du embarrassedly, with a painful expression that asked, "Why are you torturing me?"
The old man's combat power seemed to be quite good, but the opponent was a super tank with maxed-out resistance talent, which made the seventy-year-old man so angry that he turned into a grandson. He turned around and walked away briskly, holding his crutches, and slammed the door in anger.
The world returned to peace. Qin Du glanced at the things in the nanny's hand, took them, and threw them into the trash can.
"Okay, I threw it, you don't have to be afraid."
Liu Jingheng held Penny in her arms and watched the excitement for a while, completely confused.
He looked at the nanny and saw that what she was holding looked like a CD.
A CD? It was made over a decade ago. What good stuff was inside that was worth the two of them fighting over it?
Nanny Li Shutong, who came to inquire, gave a few instructions, then turned around and saw Liu Jingheng sitting on the stairs holding the puppy, watching the fun, with a big question mark on her face.
Here it comes, it’s my chance to show off!
While Qin Du wasn't paying attention, Uncle Li grabbed the CD from the trash can, hid it in his arms, and strode upstairs, pulling Liu Jingheng, who was still watching the fun foolishly, with him.
Drag them into the room, lock the door and draw the curtains.
Liu Jingheng hid in the corner holding Penny, her eyes full of vigilance.
Uncle Li pulled the person in front of the projection screen and said, "I'm not interested in boys, but Jingjing, guess what's on the disc that caused our President Qin and the master to want to throw it away and get angry."
Liu Jingheng shook his head blankly. How could he know that?
Uncle Li pushed up Schrodinger's glasses, pointed at the disc with an expression that said, "I've watched 500 episodes of Conan," and said righteously:
"The scheming frog keeps touching your belly!"
Liu Jingheng:?
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