Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"Knock knock knock..."

A crisp knock on the door interrupted Zang Yue's thoughts.

He got up and walked to the door, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

I saw Mao Yu with a look of bewilderment, standing at the door looking left and right, carrying a large bag of things in his hand, his eyes kept dodging.

"Senior, I..."

Mao Yu hadn't had time to say what he explained, when he saw Zang Yue leave the ward and closed the door.

"Go out and talk."

Leaving this sentence behind, Zang Yue led Mao Yu straight to the end of the corridor on the floor where the ward was located.

Maoyu let out an oh, and followed him obediently.

"Come on, what else is there?"

With his back to Maoyu, Cang Yue spoke lightly.

Mao Yu couldn't see his expression, but could only hear his usual tone.

"I'm sorry senior, I lost control of my emotions just now, you have your choice, I have no right to interfere with you..."

"I have sent the number on the note to your mobile phone. If you have time, follow my instructions and call this number, if you still regard me as a senior."

As if he didn't care about the previous conflict at all, Zang Yue kept silent about what happened before.

But the more he was like this, the guilt in Mao Yu's heart became clearer.

Mao Yu nodded slightly, and there was a long silence between the two.

"Go back if you have nothing to do, it's windy outside."

After a long time, Zang Yue turned around and spoke to the boy in front of him.

Maoyu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was getting late.

But when he thought of the place he was going back to, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

These two days at the base, the atmosphere of the base has been shrouded in the pre-match defeat, and their manager's mood is uncertain. If this point goes back, it will definitely be brought out to make a big fuss.

It's better to get up early tomorrow morning and rush back, and say that I'm going home to deal with things today.

Thinking of this, Mao Yu's heart moved slightly.

He threw the plastic bag in his hand into Zang Yue's arms, took out his phone and looked at it.

"Senior, I will be staying at the hotel next to the hospital tonight, will I disturb you if I bring you breakfast tomorrow morning?"

"Why don't you go back?"

Zang Yue's tone was full of doubts.

Maoyu scratched his head embarrassingly.

After thinking about it, he still told Zang Yue about Mars' current situation.

After all, Zang Yue is the captain, and he has been leading this team for almost three years.

Hearing Mao Yu talking about the current situation of the club now, the corners of his eyes still twitched involuntarily.

"The current Mars can no longer bear the title of champion team."

He didn't sigh, but calmly analyzed it.

"I'll take you out."

Zang Yue basically acquiesced in the fact that Maoyu would not return to the base.

The two walked out of the hospital gate one after the other.

In the end, Zangyue booked a mid-range hotel single room for Maoyu.

Taking advantage of coming out this time, Zang Yue used the bathroom in the single room to wash up.

Mao Yu took out all the toiletries he had just bought, Zang Yue walked out of the bathroom, adjusted a razor and began to clean his beard.

During this process, Maoyu also asked out the doubts in his heart.

"Senior, who do you want me to call with the number you gave me?"

Zang Yue was facing the mirror above the basin in the bathroom, staring intently at the stubble on his chin.

After hearing Mao Yu's question, he put down the razor and spoke slowly.

"You should know."

"He is the current captain of SOD, sunshine."

*

Lin Qiuran stared at the screen in the training room and saw that she was still not sleepy until three o'clock in the morning, and finally got up slowly under strong self-discipline.

In fact, she continued to look at the contents of the video again in her heart, but it was a bit boring to be alone with the picture on the screen.

It's three o'clock in the morning, the last time I stayed up until this point was in college.

She went to Zhao Qichen's room first to check on his situation.

Although he has been sleeping unsteadily because of the fever, his breathing is hot, and his brows are tightly wrinkled.

But after all, the effect of the medicine is not so amazing, and it is impossible to cure the disease with the medicine.

She tucked Zhao Qichen's quilt, put the medicine he needed on the bedside, and then walked back to her room lightly.

So when Zhao Qichen woke up the next day, Brick saw the note on the bedside.

"Remember to take the medicine, the dosage is on the box."

Zhao Qichen rubbed his sore and swollen temples, and propped up his body with his hands.

According to Lin Qiuran's instructions, he first went downstairs to pour water and medicine.

Looking at Lin Qiuran's remarks on several pill boxes, Zhao Qichen grinned involuntarily.

At this time, Lin Qiuran was falling asleep because he fell asleep at three o'clock last night.

When Zhao Qichen pushed the door and walked in, there was a lot of movement, but it didn't wake up Keren on the bed.

He moved slowly, pulled the quilt close to the bed and got in.

As if disturbed by Zhao Qichen's actions, Lin Qiuran frowned and turned over.

Zhao Qichen immediately held his breath, staying in mid-air and not daring to continue.

After confirming that Lin Qiuran was still in a deep sleep, he lay down gently.

He felt a little helpless.

He obviously went to his own wife's bed, and it was his own wife who was sleeping, so he had to come secretly.

But who told her to be Lin Qiuran?
Zhao Qichen hugged Lin Qiuran from behind, and took advantage of the energy he had just finished taking the medicine to catch up on sleep.

Probably because she was full of sleep, Lin Qiuran finally woke up before lunch.

She wasn't very sober at all, but Lin Qiuran was startled when she felt the temperature on top of her head.

With a backhand, he slapped the person behind him.

"Snapped!"

Thus, Zhao Qichen's day began with Lin Qiuran's resounding slap.

After seeing clearly that the person he hit was Zhao Qichen, Lin Qiuran was both shocked and guilty.

"Why is it you? Who did I think..."

Zhao Qichen's face was dark.

"It's not me, who else do you think, who else would dare to sleep in your bed?"

Lin Qiuran knew he was wrong.

"I thought it was some pervert trying to take advantage of me?"

Zhao Qichen snorted and did not speak.

As Lin Qiuran's real boyfriend, the word hard has been written all over his face.

Not only did he have to sneak into his wife's bed, but he also had to be slapped abruptly and even be regarded as a pervert.

Lin Qiuran's expression was embarrassing.

"Who told you to sneak up all the time?"

"It's as if if I don't climb up secretly, you will agree to it blatantly."

Zhao Qichen's tone was not only aggrieved, but also a little arrogant.

Lin Qiuran was speechless.

After waking up anyway, she raised her hand and touched Zhao Qichen's forehead.

Zhao Qichen pouted and muttered:
"In the movie, the scene where the boyfriend is sick and the girlfriend is taking care of him tenderly is all deceptive, but he is so cruel to me..."

Lin Qiuran directly chose to ignore what Zhao Qichen said.

The touch in the palm of her hand was no longer as hot as last night, so she was relieved.