Endless Fall

   Chapter 159

  Tongji Hospital.

   Lin Jiao, who had done a series of inspections, followed Pei Zhi's footsteps to the office to wait for the results.

   "Shen Yi." She sat on the sofa facing the hot sun, raised her eyes and looked at the opposite: "How often do you usually work overtime?"

   "Not much." Shen Yi added tea for them: "I have more free time, so I can't come without surgery."

   "How many do you have today?"

   "One."

   Pei Zhi, who took the teacup, took two sips.

   He rubbed the cigarette case and threw another cigarette in Shen Yi's direction: "What time did you play last night?"

   "About three or four o'clock." Shen Yi smoothed the wrinkles on the white coat: "Yu Zhou and Qu Shao both vomited twice."

   "What about the depth of the weir?"

   "He and Qian Yue left early."

   Hearing him talk about the incident with Xia Nanrui again, Lin Jiao was aroused curiosity: "Did she see what Chu Yuzhou said?"

   "She was with other men at the time." Shen Yi put one hand on the edge of the sofa: "How can I talk to him?"

   "She talked again so soon?"

   "It's not like we're talking." He briefly described what he saw: "It should be for resources, play with the other party."

   "How is Chu Yuzhou in the mood?"

   "He said he wanted to throw up."

  Lin Jiao could imagine his expression.

   She chatted with Shen Yi over the incident last night, and was distracted by the sudden appearance of Qian Yue.

   "You also work overtime today?"

   "No, I'll come and get something." Qian Yue sat down next to her: "Have your test results come out?"

"not yet."

   "I'll ask over there."

  Shen Yi made a phone call downstairs.

   About fifteen minutes later, he took the report sent by the nurse and carefully looked at the situation behind Lin Jiao's head.

   "How is it?" Pei Zhi pointed between his knees, eager to get the answer he wanted.

   "The recovery is not bad." Shen Yi met those long and narrow eyes: "But there is still some congestion."

   "How long will it take?"

   "According to the current situation, it will probably be around the end of next month."

   Pei Zhi's tense back relaxed.

   He clenched Lin Jiao's hand, looking forward to the next month: "After the congestion is gone, how will she react?"

   He was referring to correcting his memory, and Shen Yi understood: "It may be a headache, or there may be no response."

   "How bad is the headache?"

   "Slight." He put down the inspection report and said seriously, "Are you ready?"

"it is done."

   "What's the preparation?" Lin Jiao looked at Pei Zhi suspiciously, not really guessing what kind of riddle they were playing.

   Pei Zhi leaned over to her auricle: "Exercise."

  The breath he sprayed was like a flame, brushing against Lin Jiao's skin with a scorching heat, sultry and fatally attractive.

   She pinched his waist: "Pay attention to the impact."

   "They can't hear."

   "Don't hear or speak."

   Pei Zhi felt the itch on his waist and stopped teasing her.

   He was in a good mood chatting with them, and when Shen Yi was about to prepare for the operation, he took the report and left the office.

   "Qian Yue." Lin Jiao stopped at the door and turned to look at her: "Where are you going? We'll see you off."

   "No, he's coming to pick me up."

   "Are you going on a date now?"

   "That's right." Qian Yue brushed aside the long chestnut hair on her shoulders and raised her eyebrows, "I'll talk to you later tonight."

  Lin Jiao raised the corner of her lips: "Then I'll wait for your good news." She held Pei Zhi to say goodbye to her, and then disappeared in front of the parking space.

   Not long after they left, a modified gray Porsche was parked in front of the hospital.

   Zhou Yanshen, who received the beautiful woman, stepped on the accelerator to the bowling alley, kicking off the date.

   There were not a few people who came to play on weekends, including the VIP hall, where there were more players than usual.

  The waiter took them to the reserved fairway, gave a brief introduction and then brought the wristbands and tea.

   "I'll help you wear it." Zhou Yan lowered his head deeply, and gently put the wristband on her wrist bone.

   The earring in his right ear reflected a shredded light under the light, quietly disturbing her calm eyes.

   Qianyue's gaze stayed on the side of his face for two seconds.

  When the tobacco smell on his body was far from the nasal cavity, she returned to her usual expression: "Do you often come here to play?"

   "Occasionally." The reason why he chose to play in the arena was because she had never played, and he wanted to increase close contact.

   Zhou Yanshen's right hand is covered with a strap.

   He took off the watch and handed it to her, every movement exuding a unique charm: "Can you keep it for me?"

   "Okay." Qian Yue put the watch into the satchel.

  She followed Zhou Yanshen to warm up, and then approached the position of the auxiliary aisle: "Can you demonstrate first?"

   Zhou Yanshen picked up a 12-pound ball.

   He bent down slightly, swung his straight right arm to the back, and repeated it back and forth several times, aiming the ball at the distant pin.

   A slight rolling sound sounded, and the blue ball rolled to the vertical pin area, knocking down the ten pins arranged in an inverted triangle.

  ‘STRIKE’ flashed across the screen.

   He hit the ball all over the world, instantly attracting the attention of the golfers in the hall, and also making the three girls sitting next door discuss.

   "Ahhh he's really handsome!"

   "His temperament is like that of a Hong Kong star. He is ruffian and bad. At first glance, he is very scum."

   "It's not his scum, it's that others can't keep him!"

   "So you want to be slapped by him once?"

"You do not want?"

  “…”

   Qian Yue, who had not overheard their conversation, met those flirtatious peach eyes, and I had to say that he was indeed fascinating.

   She pulled back Piao Yuan's thoughts and looked at him with the adoring eyes that men love most: "You fight once in a while and you're still so good?"

   Zhou Yanshen was moved by her.

   "It's a matter of luck." He humbly took her hand as if unintentionally: "What color do you like?"

"black."

   "Then try nine pounds first."

   Qianyue took the bowling ball from him.

   She adjusted her posture under his gesture: "If I miss you, don't laugh at me."

   Zhou Yan smiled deeply: "No." He bent down to maintain the same height as her: "Pay attention to balance, don't push too hard."

"anything else?"

   "Swing your arms back and repeat five times before hitting the ball."

   Qian Yue did as he said.

   She focused her attention and threw it forward, looking at the black ball rolling diagonally towards the vertical ball area: "Mr. Zhou, it seems to have stopped."

   Seeing that the ball stopped in front of the vertical pin, Zhou Yanshen looked away and took another one for her.

   "It's okay." He stood behind her and taught her to adjust her posture: "You bend over again."

  Qian Yue lowered her eyelashes, glanced at the palm of her forearm, and the corners of her lips curled up.

   She bent down again: "Will you play the ball with me? I'm afraid I won't be able to master my strength."

   Zhou Yanshen will naturally not refuse.

   He brushed his chin over her shoulder and inadvertently drew closer: "Remember this angle."

   Wen Chun's wine-like voice penetrated into the auricle, and Qian Yue's nerves could feel itching.

   She played the ball under his leadership, as if she didn't dare to look at it, she turned her head and closed her eyes: "Mr. Zhou, can you knock it down this time?"

   "Yes." Zhou Yanshen's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

   He looked down at the woman in his arms, and was struck by her reliance and trust: "It's definitely okay to pour one or two."

   (end of this chapter)