The host is irritable every day

Chapter 69 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (11)

As soon as these words came out, Qi Wan was shocked.

Grass.

Is this still her?

To say such embarrassing words.

Hearing this, Tang Junchen's eyes suddenly filled with inexplicable emotions, and his long eyelashes happened to cover them, making it impossible to see clearly.

The hands on the side gradually clenched into fists, and then relaxed, as if letting go of something.

"When you come later, go to my office and wait. I will tell them that I will not stop you."

"Um?"

Qi Wan blinked, "...Okay."

Looking at his back as he walked away on the long corridor, and then regained his senses, the people around him didn't react so quickly as the two parties involved.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, rubbed her little hands, and couldn't help complaining to Tang Junchen in her heart.

Really, I went to disinfect and clean it with peace of mind, but left the mess for her to solve...

Qi Wan bit the corner of her lips, raised her head again, smiled suddenly, and said "it's okay" to the person who had looked over earlier.

"Everyone, please get busy, it's just a small misunderstanding."

After finishing speaking, he hurried into Tang Junchen's office and let out a long breath.

To be honest, she was not afraid of anything, but she was most afraid of the sudden embarrassment in the air. Just like the moment before, she was the one who created the embarrassing atmosphere. She was even more afraid.

...

Clean and disinfect the room.

Tang Junchen took off his gloves and stood alone in front of the mirror. The surgical clothes had not yet been taken off. The mask on his face hung on his chin. His face was pale, a thin layer of sweat was forming on his forehead, and there was a sick feeling between his brows.

Roll up your hand washing sleeves, wash your hands and forearms with a mixture of soap and clear running water.

Pick up a sterile brush dipped in anti-bacterial soap, and keep scrubbing the slender hands and arms, nail margins, nail grooves, finger pulps, etc...

When the skin turned red and swollen, and the cold white skin looked like a strange painting with red marks, I started scrubbing my arms alternately, and repeated scrubbing for more than three times, until I felt clean, and I was reluctant to pick up the sterile towel. Dry your arms from hands to elbows.

About an hour and a half passed.

After returning home and changing into casual clothes, Tang Junchen opened the door of the hospital office again.

The time is approaching seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky is getting dark. The lights are not turned on in the office, and the curtains are tightly closed, making it even darker.

The corridor of the hospital had already been lit up. As soon as the door was opened here, the light from outside the corridor slipped in through the crack of the door, and it just happened to shine on the chair where he was sitting, resting quietly with his eyes closed on the desk. girl.

One light and one dark. As soon as people who have adapted to the dark environment come into contact with the light source, they can't help but tremble their eyelashes and frown slightly, trying to push away the light.

Tang Junchen quickly closed the door and walked quietly to the cabinet behind her without making a sound. He opened the cabinet and took out a thin quilt that he usually used to keep out the wind when he rested, and opened it.

He bent over, lowered his eyes, and gently covered her body.

Taking her position, he sat on the stool that patients usually sit on, with his elbows resting on the table, his head slanted, his cold eyes seemed to be stained with tenderness, and he looked at her silently.

The girl lying on the table with her eyes closed was sound asleep, her long and curled eyelashes were like thick crow feathers, covering up the agility and surlyness that often welled up in her eyes.

Quiet sleeping face, breathing evenly, low ponytail tied loosely, falling behind, blocking the neck, the skin is very white, and the two lips are naturally rosy.

In the quiet darkness, only the faint ticking of the clock can be heard. The hands of the wall clock on the wall keep moving. Time is still passing slowly, but the warm scene at this moment seems to have stopped thousands of times.

...

It was almost a quarter past ten when Qi Wan was willing to wake up from a beautiful sleep.

A desk lamp was turned on in front of her, and the dim light looked very soft in the surrounding darkness.

Qi Wan rubbed her groggy eyes. As she sat upright, the thin quilt on her back slipped quietly. Before she could recover, she looked at the lamp dully, then turned around and looked at the quilt...

Frowning, Tang Junchen is back?
wrong.

She looked around quickly and slapped her forehead.

Tang Junchen is here...and gone again?
It's all because she can sleep too much, and she fell asleep until the evening news broadcast time.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and just as he pressed the screen to turn on, the office door, which was originally closed, opened.

Tang Junchen appeared at the door carrying two bags.

Seeing her waking up, he touched the light button when he walked in. The white strong light tube turned on, and the whole office seemed to wake up instantly from a deep sleep.

He looked into her eyes, "Are you awake?"

Qi Wan calmly turned off the brightened phone screen, then gently moved it aside, "Yeah."

"Let's eat then."

He simply tidied up the papers on the desk, and then put the packed meals on the table.

He opened the plastic bag and took out the boxes one by one. With slender fingers, he lifted the lid carefully to prevent a drop of vegetable juice from spilling on the table.

The aroma hits the nostrils.

Qi Wan's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly turned her head to look.

The original owner is also a weirdo that is rare to see in a thousand years.

Contrary to Tang Junchen, who only eats light food, although she has a good heart and a good figure, her food is very greasy, and she likes to eat fried, fried and other foods.

People who usually stay away when they see her eating a certain heavy-tasting food, and even swear a few words, now they buy her pan-fried fish and roast chicken...

Her eyes as she looked at people gradually became watery and moving.

Just as Qi Wan was putting on a glove on his left hand, and holding chopsticks in his right hand to pick up fish, Tang Junchen, pinching his nose, took a few pieces of paper from the paper box, spread them in front of her, and said, "Eat Be careful, don't dirty my office."

Qi Wan: "..." I know...

"Oh."

After one answer, looking at the delicious food, the nameless fire that wanted to be angry disappeared. I tore the roast chicken drumstick with my left hand, and took a bite of rice and fish with my right hand. I ate happily and with relish.

Tang Junchen behind him opened the cabinet, put the folded quilt back, bent over, and rummaged through the bottom drawer for something.

Although she knew that he didn't like to eat these things, Qi Wan still acted politely and asked him sideways, "Don't you want to eat it?"

Tang Junchen paused, and glanced at her slightly, "Don't eat, it smells like gutter oil."

Qi Wan: "..." Not only is the question in vain, but it's also a typical case of being unhappy.

She pouted and bit the chicken leg angrily, as if she had eaten him.

Halfway through the meal, a hand stretched out from behind. Tang Junchen placed a few colorful things in front of her. Qi Wan raised her head to look at him.

"Choose a flavor for yourself and rinse your mouth with it later when you're full."

Qi Wan blinked her eyelashes twice, shifted her gaze from his face to those few things, and frowned, "What is this, colorful...and a pink one, when did you start liking such a girl? heart thing?"

After asking this question, she suddenly laughed, with a hint of teasing in her teasing, "Why, it turns out that Dr. Tang, who is so famous and always looks cold, alienated, and cold-blooded, actually has a pink heart of a girl behind him? "

Tang Junchen: "..."

(End of this chapter)