Bunch of grass

This is the busiest business trip Feng Ling has had since she joined the job. Since she arrived at Harfield Jackson International Airport in Atlanta at [-]:[-] noon that day, she and Minister Zhang Wen have been running non-stop in every corner of the city without a moment A chance to breathe, not to mention the time to call the temporary owner of the barbecued pork buns to inquire about the current situation of the barbecued pork buns. Even at night, I have to hold a video conference with my colleagues to discuss the feasibility of the latest revision of the advertisement.

Feng Ling finally realized what it means to be a dog when she is tired. In her current state, she might not even be as good as a dog.

Finally came the most critical day. The two exhausted people walked out of the company headquarters building. The bright afternoon sun fell on them, with a bit of laziness. Although Zhang Wen looked tired, his black eyes concealed She couldn't help but feel joy from the bottom of her heart, she turned her head to look at the pale wind chime walking beside her, raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder: "Girl, I've worked hard for you this time, and my sister will let you play for a week when you go back." Fake, let you have a good rest."

"Hmm...cough cough..." Feng Ling responded lightly, but coughed uncontrollably, and an unusual blush crept up her cheeks.

"Girl, you... are you alright?" Zhang Wen looked at Feng Chime, who was blushing from coughing and had a thick neck, and was so frightened that he quickly reached out to support her.

"Yes..." Before she could say the following words, Feng Ling felt a burst of dizziness, her legs softened slightly, and her whole body slid down. She only heard a scream, and she fell into endless darkness.

When the wind chimes woke up, a halo appeared in front of her eyes. She turned her head, and it was already pitch black outside the window. up.She lifted her sore arm, but felt a slight tingling pain. Looking intently, she saw a thin plastic tube connecting the back of her hand to the glass vial above the bed. He touched his hot forehead with his hands, and then touched his aching lower abdomen.Well, while her relatives were in close contact with her, the fever god also came to join in the fun.

"Are you awake?" A hearty voice sounded in my ears, Feng Ling followed the sound, and saw Zhang Wen standing beside the bed, still wearing the same clothes as in the morning, but the fatigue on her face was a little lighter, holding Holding a water glass, holding a few white pills in one hand and looking at Fengchi with a smile.

"Thank you, Sister Wen." Fengling supported the mattress with one hand, trying to sit up, but her body, which was exhausted from the high-intensity work for days, did not allow her to do so, her arms gave way, and she fell back on the bed.

"Hold the medicine, I'll do it." Zhang Wen put the pill into Feng Ling's palm, and she put the water glass on the bedside table. She shook the pole at the head of the bed, and the head of the bed rose slowly. When it reached a certain height, Zhang Wen took a pillow from the bed next door, stuffed it under Feng Ling's waist, and let her lie down comfortably, "This should be done by your boyfriend or husband, but I, a married woman, did it for you. "

"Sister Wen, why are you like my mother, you mention my boyfriend whenever you have time." Feng Ling threw the pill into his mouth, picked up the water glass beside him, took a few sips, and swallowed the uncoated pill , the bitterness spread from her throat to her stomach, so bitter that she could not help but deflate her mouth.

"Shouldn't you be looking for it?" Zhang Wen asked back after taking the empty cup from Feng Ling.

Feng Ling pursed her lips and turned to look out the window.

"Come on, drink some more water." Zhang Wendui handed over a glass of moderately warm water.

Feng Ling thanked her, took the glass, held it in her hand without any intention of drinking any more, the warmth of the water passed through the glass to the palm of the hand, but did not reach the bottom of the heart.The familiar ringing of the phone echoed in the sky above the ward. Feng Ling turned her head and saw that the minister was holding her mobile phone, pouted at the water glass in her hand, pointed to the phone, and then slid the phone to her ear. Hey.

"Hello, when will you be back?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, in Japanese.The ward was very empty, so Feng Chime could hear the voice on the phone clearly, she couldn't help but froze for a moment, and paused slightly with the hand on her lips.

"Who are you?" Zhang Wen glanced at Feng Ling, taking a full view of the girl's expression, and asked in English with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"I'm her friend." The other party also switched to English.

"Friend? Do you know who she is?" Zhang Wen touched his nose and dodged Feng Ling's movement to snatch the phone.

Feng Ling stared at Zhang Wen who was standing by the window and winking at her with black lines, only to hear the man on the other end of the phone muttering: "Could it be a wrong number? It was the same number last time? Hey... brat, come and see look."

"You still have lots more to work on."

"Wang Wang..."

"...I'm Fengling's friend, is Fengling there?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like gritted teeth, probably because of the anger of that person and dog.

"Friend? Are you her boyfriend?" As long as there are male friends who appear on Fengling's mobile phone, they will be classified as boyfriends at the first time. Zhang Wen's eyes lit up, and the corners of Fengling's mouth twitched when he saw it. I saw the sister glanced at the screen of the phone, and said with righteous indignation, "I don't care if you are the No. [-] foodie or the No. [-] foodie. Why do you think you are someone's boyfriend? You don't even come to visit when your girlfriend is sick." , you know how to call. Calling can make her fever go down? Calling can make her stomach ache? I have a limit for you to show up at Atlanta Grady Hospital by six o'clock tomorrow morning, or I will cut you to pieces Throwing it into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks... Hey, why did you hang up the phone? Brat, when he arrives, clean him up... Oh, girl, your phone is out of battery." Zhang Wen looked up at the expressionless wind chime, and the screen went completely black. He put his mobile phone on the bedside table, touched his nose, coughed twice, and said, "Girl, since you're awake, I'll go back to the hotel to get some change of clothes, and then I'll buy you some delicious food. You The bottle of drip is the last one, tell the nurse after hanging up. I'm leaving."

Watching Zhang Wenfei escape from the ward in a normal manner, Feng Ling, full of helplessness, grabbed the satchel beside the bed and took a look. The charger and spare batteries were left in the hotel. The only mobile phone number she remembered was her mother’s, but at this time If you call, you may not be able to get Tezuka Yunxi's phone number successfully, and you will be caught and instilled with a lot of ideas about finding a boyfriend.

Forget it, how could Echizen Longya rush from New York to Atlanta specially because of Zhang Wen's words, and get a very likely nagging meal for something that is impossible to happen, which is very uneconomical.

Feng Ling thought for a moment, put the completely dead phone into the satchel, leaned against the bed, and waited quietly for the last bottle of drip to run out.

Sleep deeply, dreamless all night.

In the early morning, the first ray of pale golden sunlight broke into the ward through the gaps in the white gauze curtains, fine dust danced in the sunlight, the bathroom door opened, and a wind chime walked out with a head of wet hair, his face had recovered A little bloody, she scratched her hair casually with a towel in her hand, and then put it on her head. Looking at Zhang Wen who was sitting on the empty bed sulking alone, she felt a little helpless.

"Girl, after you go back, you must break up with this foodie No. [-]. Such a boyfriend is too unreliable! It's eight o'clock now!" Zhang Wen saw the wind chime coming out, pointed to the wall clock on the wall, and said angrily Said.

"Sister Wen..." Feng Ling secretly rolled her eyes. She had just begun her explanation when she heard two "clicks" and someone knocked on the door.

"Hey, didn't the doctor come to check the room just now? He said you can be discharged from the hospital, why did you come again? Could there be some other problem?" At this time, Zhang Wen had already given up on Fengling's "boyfriend". Any hope, she muttered, jumping off the bed and walking straight to the door.

The corner of Fengling's mouth twitched, and she continued to wipe her hair, only to hear Zhang Wen's slightly surprised voice coming from the door: "Who are you?"

"Excuse me, is Fengling here?" A familiar voice was transmitted to the eardrums through the air. Fengling paused for wiping her hair, and leaned forward to see two men with dark green hair exuding strong male hormones all over their bodies standing at the door. They all had a pair of exaggerated toad glasses on the bridge of their noses, and the taller man among them wore a white peaked cap crookedly on his head.

"Are you really here?" Feng Ling couldn't help opening her mouth, and the little disappointment in the deepest part of her heart disappeared immediately.

"Food No. [-], look at what time it is!" Zhang Wen also recovered from the voice, and his eyes suddenly turned into butcher's knives, sharpening their knives at the two men.

The man in the peaked cap flashed into the room, and the other man raised his hand and pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with some unaccustomed, and followed suit. After the door closed, he impatiently took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, lifted his With amber cat eyes, there is a clear circle of cyan under the eyelids. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked at Fengling with a half-smile: "Hey, Miss Xiaoling, who is the foodie No. [-]?"

There was a chill on the back, Fengling coughed lightly, and raised his hand to scratch his hair: "I don't know..." Why are these two brothers really here.

The taller man took off his peaked cap and put it on his younger brother's head, took off his sunglasses and hung them on the collar of his clothes, his amber phoenix eyes flashed slightly, and said, "Hello, Mrs. Smith, we meet again."

"Mr. Echizen, you... that..." After seeing clearly the true face of "Food No. [-]", Zhang Wen, who has always boasted that he has a good tongue, also became a little stuttering. Ya wandered between, and finally landed on Long Ya, lowered her voice and asked: "You... are you really together?"

Long Ya was taken aback, turned her head to look at Feng Ling who was talking with her younger brother, then frowned, and asked without answering, "Guess."

"You must be together!" Hearing this, Zhang Wen looked at Long Ya excitedly.

The smile on Long Ya's face grew stronger. He looked at Sister Zhang Wen with a smile and said, "You guess again."

"..."

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