Lost [Transmigration Book]

The dusk is falling outside the window, and a bright red cloud is falling, like a dense fireworks hanging in the distant sky.

Under the red clouds, the world is bright but dark.

The lights in the ward turned on softly with the sense of time, dispelling the gloom, and the light was gentle, warming people's hearts.

Zhao Rong smiled at Qiao Nanqi just now, it was to Qiao Nanqi to let go of the deliberate strictness of the previous days, and also to be calm to himself.

He didn't think much about it, he just retracted his thorn a little.

Liang Youjun went out to call the attending doctor, Zhao Ming pulled Zhao Rong to ask what he was up to these days, Zhao Rong stopped looking at Qiao Nanqi and concentrated on talking to Zhao Ming.

Qiao Nanqi sat silently aside.

At times like this before, he could always listen to what Zhao Rong was saying word by word, but now the voices of the conversation came back and forth, but none of the words could be heard in his ears.

... Zhao Rong regards Liang Youjun as his lover?

Does Liang Youjun also love Zhao Rong?

Are they an equal partnership?

Zhao Rong's attitude towards him has improved a lot these days, is it because he doesn't care about the past?

Zhao Rong...

Qiao Nanqi was in this double world of ice and fire, while thinking about whether Zhao Rong would be unhappy if he couldn't help asking something, but at the same time, he was still happy with Zhao Rong's attitude at the moment.

Trying hard to keep myself from thinking too much.

After a while, the doctor came with good news.

"You mean, this operation can slow down the deterioration of the disease?" Zhao Rong's voice was slightly surprised, and his question was a little trembling, and there was some uncertainty in the surprise.

"Yes, this is the best plan we have come up with based on Ms. Zhao's examination results and conservative treatment during this period. But the technology in this area is still very new, and there are not many clinicians with operating experience. No. To be on the safe side, you may have to contact these people to try."

The doctor handed Zhao Rong a very short list, with some simple qualifications and direction introductions.

Before Zhao Rong raised his hand, Qiao Nanqi took it and asked, "Is the one with the most experience abroad?"

"So it might be inconvenient." The doctor obviously understood his concerns. "It's best if you can find them. If not, the two below will do as well."

"Use the best one if you want to use it," Qiao Nanqi said in a calm voice without hesitation, "Let's contact this one first."

Zhao Rong glanced at him, but said nothing.

After the doctor left, Qiao Nanqi felt Zhao Rong's eyes looking at his hand from time to time, and then he reacted, and immediately handed over the list in his hand.

He was too impatient just now, he went back and forth with the doctor, asked all the questions, and everyone left, Zhao Rong didn't seem to say much.

"Sorry, I'm presumptuous."

Zhao Rong raised his eyes, glanced at him again, then raised his hand and took the list.

The piece of paper quickly slid across Qiao Nanqi's fingertips, bringing a slight breeze, blowing across his palm, sending a trace of coolness.

Qiao Nanqi clenched his hands subconsciously, but saw that Zhao Rong took the paper with the list of doctors, and instead of looking away, he swept his hand, as if looking at the base of his fingers.

But the base of his fingers was empty, nothing.

"...Zhao Rong?"

Zhao Rong looked away.

He didn't want to admit it, just now he subconsciously wanted to see if Qiao Nanqi was wearing a wedding ring.

I didn't see it, and then I remembered, it seems that he asked this person not to wear it a long time ago.I don't know what he wants to see like this - whether he sees it or not, he feels a little complicated.

So he deliberately found a topic to explain why he was looking at this person's hand: "You come to Zhuxi, what about your piano? Isn't that the only piano that has been custom-made for two years?"

"You want to listen to me play?" Young Master Qiao, who is so shrewd in the mall that he can't miss a single detail, was distracted by such words, "Then I'll get someone to move here now."

"...I just asked."

Liang Youjun, who had been afraid to speak at the side, suddenly said, "Brother Xu said he's downstairs."

Zhao Rong had already started to send people to contact the most experienced doctor, and at the same time walked ahead and got into the elevator.

When the three of them went downstairs together, because Zhao Rong had been busy arranging to contact the doctor, the atmosphere was so silent that it was almost weird.

Liang Youjun could always feel Qiao Nanqi's gaze on him.

This gaze was completely different from Mr. Qiao's usual gaze on Zhao Rong, and there was clearly no real threat, but every time Qiao Nanqi glanced at him, Liang Youjun subconsciously shuddered.

Because of Qiao Nanqi's approachability in front of Zhao Rong these days, he already felt that Qiao Nanqi was not as scary as those people in Yangcheng said. Look at it, and then I understand.

——That's just Qiao Nanqi in front of Zhao Rong's eyes.

Now this person who can make his heart tremble with fear just by looking at him is the young master Qiao who is said by those in Yangcheng to be the one who has no mercy even to bring down his own father.

Zhao Rong didn't notice Qiao Nanqi's state, but Liang Youjun was so frightened that he knelt down and hugged Qiao Nanqi's thigh, asking the young master what he did wrong and he corrected it immediately.

Finally got to the parking lot.

Liang Youjun didn't wait for their boss to get in the car first as before, and he just slid into the back seat on the other side farthest from Qiao Nanqi.

After Zhao Rong explained the matter, she had already put away her mobile phone, stood in front of the back seat door, and glanced sideways at Qiao Nanqi.

When he went out by himself before, this person tried every means to keep up with the car - just like the details of these days, he persisted day after day until now.

Zhao Rong asked him, "How did you go back?"

This was already a very euphemistic resignation for him.

But this time, Qiao Nanqi didn't have much smile on his face, he smiled at him a little reluctantly, and said, "I have asked Xiao Wu to come over, and he should be there in a few minutes."

This means not following the car.

I don't even know how to go down the steps.

Zhao Rong didn't bother to ask him any more, got into the car without saying a word, and closed the door with a "bang".

"boss."

"Little Zhao."

Zhao Rong folded her hands on her knees, moving her fingertips, tapping the back of her hand.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the two, "what?"

Xu Xin let out a "cough".

Liang Youjun turned his head and said pompously, "God, did you just slam the door and lose your temper?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

He subconsciously grasped his hands a little bit, rolled his eyes, his eyes wandered in the car, and said calmly, "You don't want the year-end bonus anymore?"

Liang Youjun immediately assumed a standard surrender posture within the limited conditions in the car.

Zhao Rong didn't continue to chat with him anymore.

It's not because he was told a little bit, but because these words awakened another layer of his thoughts.

loose the temper.

He did seem to be losing his temper a little bit.

It wasn't the previous kind of venting with a little bit of competition and detours. This time, he didn't think about it. If it was in the eyes of others, he might lose his temper for no reason.

He didn't seem to have done this before, let alone in the relationship with Qiao Nanqi before.

After going through all kinds of experiences in the past, at this moment, Qiao Nanqi left his hometown as if trekking across mountains and rivers, and started anew in Zhuxi, and being with him every day, has really opened the door of restraint, hesitation, and resistance in his heart.

...Could it be that he has really softened his heart?

The parking lot of the hospital.

Qiao Nanqi watched Zhao Rong get into the car, saw Zhao Rong and Liang Youjun sitting next to each other in the back seat, saw the figure of the car drifting away, and quickly looked to the other corner of the street.

——It was an intuitive feeling as if someone was watching this side.

He frowned, looking at the street with pedestrians coming and going on that side, but because there were too many people passing by, he didn't see anything, and even met a few people looking at him.

He has seen this kind of sight a lot since he was a child, but it's just passers-by subconsciously turning their heads back, it couldn't be more ordinary.

Maybe it was the same sight just now.

He looked back, watched Xiao Wu slowly park the car in front of him, and got into the car silently.

Xiao Wu saw their husband's gloomy expression in the rearview mirror.

It is clear that the last time I came to the hospital, I was happy to be kicked out of the car, and I was even happier than usual in the past two days. Why did I come to the hospital again, but it seemed to be back to the state when I first came to Zhuxi?

"Sir, why do you look in a bad mood? Is there anything to do?" Xiao Wu asked tentatively.

Qiao Nanqi just leaned against the back of the car seat, raised his hand and frowned, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

Daydreamed for a while, then woke up immediately.

night.

Zhao Rong is at home alone tonight.

He washed up early, held his mobile phone, wrapped in a blanket, and half-lyed on the sofa, turning on the TV in boredom, and he didn't know what he was watching - he was not focused on the TV at all.

He was thinking whether it was right or wrong for him to let Qiao Nanqi stay in Zhuxi like this.

When Qiao Nanqi rushed to him to apologize and beg him not to get married, he found that he was more hard-hearted than he imagined, and the decision he had made was not wrong.

But after Qiao Nanqi stayed here patiently, he found that he was not as hard as he imagined.

He even wants to believe now that Qiao Nanqi really... loves him, not "like" itself, nor guilt or remorse.

How can this be good?

If one doesn't pay attention and really turns around, after a few years, this person's nature is hard to change, wouldn't he really become a joke.

This is really...

"Buzzing—"

At some point, the phone with a black screen vibrated in Zhao Rong's hands, and Liang Youjun's name was displayed on the note.

"Hey," Zhao Rong yawned, and said without waiting for the other side to speak, "I don't want to play mahjong."

Liang Youjun directly responded with a big "burp".

Zhao Rong: "..."

This sound was full of drunkenness, even if no one could be seen, one could hear it as a belch.

"I don't want to drink either." He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, just like every time before, Liang Youjun was bored and wanted to play.

Unexpectedly, the drunken voice over there seemed to be about to cry: "Boss, I'm dying, help me, Young Master Qiao is too difficult to deal with, I vomited twice."

Zhao Rong frowned: "What did you say?"

"He, he... three hours ago? Oh no, two hours ago? No, no, no, that's not the point..."

Liang Youjun was so drunk that he talked nonsense, "Anyway, anyway, he ordered a bunch of wine and came to my house to ask me to drink. I, I, I dare not stop drinking!!"

"Why did you ask me if I was sincere, if it was for money, ah, what else did you ask me... what is it?"

"Why did I open the door just now!!"

Zhao Rong's brows were tightly furrowed. After listening, he finally figured out the whole story from the fragmented logic.

He suddenly sat up from the sofa, didn't change his pajamas, put on a coat, and went out in slippers every now and then.

Liang Youjun's house was right next door to his house, and from the outside, the lights inside were brightly lit.

He stood still at the door, and heard the sound of glass bottles colliding inside, and Liang Youjun said several times: "I can't, I can't drink it anymore!! You let me, hiccup, Take a break..."

He raised his hand and patted the door hard: "Your Majesty? It's me."

There seemed to be a moment of silence inside, and there were steady and regular footsteps of people who were obviously not drunk, getting closer and closer to the door.

The sound of the doorknob turning came to Zhao Rong's ears through the door.

The door was suddenly opened, and the light in the room instantly fell into Zhao Rong's eyes. He was standing in the dark corridor just now, and he couldn't get used to it for a while. .

He just took a step forward, and before his eyes, which were dazzled by the light, could focus, he bumped into a solid figure.

He didn't know that it was the pair of shoes thrown by Liang Youjun, a man with a casual life, which happened to trip him.

The person in front of him stepped forward, grabbed his arm and stabilized him, but the person who was holding him seemed too worried that he would fall, so he used too much force, not only supported him, but also directly brought him into the into his arms.

The warm body temperature enveloped him, and the room smelled of alcohol, but there was still a vague indifference of agarwood on this person.

He smelled it, feeling a little unsure of where he was.Before he could think clearly, Qiao Nanqi was the first to realize what he had done, let go of his hand, and took two steps back.

"Zhao Rong..."

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OOC Small Theater

(before Rong came)

Dog: drink.

Trabecular: Hiccup QAQ

(after Rong came)

Rong: Are you drinking with someone?I see you sober enough to give you a single-plank bridge, you can perform tightrope walking (pointing)

Dog: Wang.