Interns are teased everyday

He quite liked this feeling. At this time, Jiang Ningchuan was no longer the doctor Jiang or Teacher Jiang who made people feel omnipotent. He was Jiang Ningchuan who drank a little too much and could act coquettishly.

Hearing the sound of unpacking in the back, Jiang Yu couldn't help tapping the steering wheel a few times with his fingers, feeling a little nervous.

He Xila went to see an art exhibition last week. Jiang Yu actually admired these art people, but he just looked at it and thought it was beautiful, and he didn't understand the connotation at all.

This one is good-looking and that one is also good-looking. I walked around with He Xi for most of the morning. He bought two paintings that matched the style of his studio and prepared to go back and hang them on the wall. When Jiang Yu went out, he was holding a painting in his arms. .

Jiang Ningchuan put the wrapping paper aside, and what caught his eye was something like a picture frame, but the light in the car was too dark to see what it was.

The picture frame exudes the original wood fragrance, Jiang Ningchuan's unsteady body swayed, his head almost knocked up, frowned at the things in front of him, and put his head on it again firmly.

Jiang Yu pretended to be asleep, reached out and turned off the loud broadcast, and the speed of the car also slowed down.

Jiang Ningchuan suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Are you a snail?"

These familiar words made Jiang Yu flustered, he always felt that Jiang Ningchuan would stretch out a leg to step on the gas pedal at any time, his little courage was not enough to scare him.

"Hey, I'm speeding up, aren't you asleep?"

Jiang Ningchuan still kept his eyes closed, his body swayed along with the frame, and said, "It's time to refresh yourself, I drank a little too much today."

Jiang Yu let out a soft "tsk", thinking that you are still resting like that, your brain must be dizzy.

But he just complained silently to himself, but he didn't dare to say it.The drunken Jiang Ningchuan reminded him of a very important matter, and asked: "I drank with Director Lu before, how did you get home, did you drive?"

"Why bother, I'll stay overnight if you're not here, the old man can drink too much."

Jiang Yu was inexplicably sour, "Both the director and Aunt Luo like you very much."

"What do I want him to like?" Although he said so, he didn't hide his smile.

Lu Pei is unrestrained and at ease abroad. The old couple are lonely at home, and they often treat Jiang Ningchuan as if they are their own sons. They have prepared everything the family should have for him, and they only need to prepare a special room for him.

Without even thinking about it, Jiang Yu continued, "Then who do you want to like?"

"I don't want anyone." Jiang Ningchuan responded, frowning, "You have too many questions, shut up, I want to rest."

The oncoming car turned on high beams, Jiang Yu subconsciously reached out to block the light, and accidentally saw the person in the mirror when his eyes shifted.

Jiang Ningchuan turned his head sideways, frowned and looked out the window, as if he was thinking about something.

Jiang Yu frowned, and didn't take the initiative to speak again along the way.

He knew the little thoughts in his heart that he couldn't express, and he didn't intend to speak out to scare people.

But people are not always so easy to be satisfied. I always want the person I like to look at me more, and I always think that the other person treats me a little differently.

But the phrase "no one wants it" excludes all possibilities, and makes people feel lost no matter what.

After getting off the car, Jiang Yu pressed the elevator on the two floors, handed the key to Jiang Ningchuan and said good night, as if he was going to go home directly.

Jiang Ningchuan was still holding the picture frame just now in his arms, and before he had time to glance at the picture, he was stuffed with a key. Looking at the little intern with a bad complexion, he felt puzzled and asked, "Didn't it mean to go and see Xiaohong and Xiaohong?" Blackie?"

"It's just to send the gift up, but since you have already opened it, you can take it back directly."

Jiang Yu replied indifferently, and the elevator made a "ding", and he was about to go down when the floor reached.

Jiang Ningchuan freed up a hand to grab his little intern's arm, "You must go to my house to see Xiaohong and Xiaohei today, and you are not allowed to speak."

The elevator door closed again, and the floor continued to go up. Looking at the arm that was holding her, Jiang Yu silently looked at the sky.

Jiang Ningchuan held the picture frame dizzily, but it was still a little difficult. Jiang Yu took the thing and hugged it by himself, sighing secretly in his heart.

Jiang Yu didn't treat himself as an outsider, he helped Jiang Ningchuan to sit on the sofa, and put the picture frame on the cabinet next to the TV.

The painting is a piece of soft green. If you say that green is a cool color, it always gives people the feeling of coolness or vitality, but Jiang Yu can feel the softness from the green in different shades, like Green feathers fluttering in the sky.

And on the green, a willow-like gap was carved out with a carving knife, lining the white wood frame, which reminded Jiang Yu inexplicably of the lancet Jiang Ningchuan held in his hand during the operation.

In short, such a painting caught Jiang Yu's attention, and it is now hanging in the living room of Jiang Ningchuan's house. Although it is a new item that just arrived today, it doesn't feel awkward at all, it just feels like it should be placed here.

Looking around the living room, Jiang Yu nodded with satisfaction, thinking that the 3000 yuan for the painting was quite worth it.

Jiang Ningchuan was still sitting and yawning at first, but after Jiang Yu finished his business, he saw him reclining on the sofa, as if he had fallen asleep.

The eyelids dyed peach pink by the alcohol were slightly closed, the expressionless eyes were stern, and the gentle eyes were covered when smiling, showing the most original appearance. Jiang Yu held his breath for a while, fearing that his breathing would hurt people. Waking up, thinking about it, I feel that I am too stupid. I just want to wake people up, and I can't make do on the sofa all night.

Reaching out and pushing gently, Jiang Ningchuan turned over muttering, not intending to wake up.

Jiang Yu was not in a hurry, as if he had thought of something fun, he suppressed a smile and coughed lightly, only to see Jiang Ningchuan frowned slightly, and changed from lying flat to side sleeping.

Jiang Yu smirked, and Jiang Ningchuan changed his posture when he made a little noise. He played repeatedly several times, and finally coughed until his throat was a little dry, but Jiang Ningchuan still didn't wake up.

It's no wonder he slept so soundly. These days, he has been staring at Zhong Jiajing for fear that he would pass away in a jerk. During the period, he participated in guiding several operations in the hospital over there. Today, he went on the road again before he got off the plane and had no time to rest. Wouldn't it be nice to have a drink at the director's house to help you sleep?

Jiang Yu thought that Mr. Jiang might not be able to wake up for a while, and he couldn't bear to wake up seeing people sleeping so soundly, so he felt a little helpless for a while.

He wanted to carry the person to the bedroom, but the value of a person is self-knowledge, so there is no problem in carrying the person up, but the problem is that he is afraid of smashing the person on the ground halfway, so that's okay.

After hesitating for a while, he shook out a small blanket to cover him, and moved two chairs from the dining table to block the edge of the sofa, in case Jiang Ningchuan would turn over and fall at night.

After all the preparations, he didn't leave in a hurry. He first boiled a pot of hot water and poured it into the thermos. He was afraid that people would wake up thirsty, so he thoughtfully put a cup next to the pot. The service should be complete.

Jiang Yu was sitting on the other side of the sofa, ready to go back for a while, fearing that someone would kick the quilt and catch cold.

After a while, he himself was a little sleepy. Jiang Ningchuan, who was sleeping soundly, turned over, his brows were tightly frowned, and his mouth seemed to be muttering something, although he couldn't hear clearly, but he looked at his expression , as if scolding someone.

Jiang Yu burst out laughing, she was usually so gentle, who would she scold when she fell asleep.

Jiang Ningchuan frowned even more, and his voice gradually became louder. Jiang Yu subconsciously moved his head towards him, only to hear Mr. Jiang say, "How can you get married?"

You can't hear the tone of the dream talk, but the voice is small and vague, it sounds like you are complaining.

How did Jiang Yu know that Mr. Jiang dreamed about the old man's second wedding at home, and he was having trouble in Zhengmeng, and the sentence "How can you get married?" made him make up a sad and sad love story.

Could it be that Lang Youqing's concubine had no intention of living up to the wishful thinking on the other side, and went to find her own happiness.

The little intern curled his lips, and his heart began to turn sour. What kind of person can make Teacher Jiang worry about him and never forget it in his dreams, and what kind of person can make Teacher Jiang show such an expression.

He couldn't figure it out for a while, and his heart was panicked. He boldly suppressed Mr. Jiang's frown, pursed his lips and left. He didn't really want to see Mr. Jiang hurting others. Secret love also has the right to release possessive desires. .

Jiang Ningchuan rubbed his face after waking up in the morning, trying to get rid of his father Jiang Hai's newly married happy appearance in his dream. That face ran through his dream all night like a cancerous tumor. He was so sleepy that he couldn't wake up, so he could only endure it. For the first time, he wanted to call Jiang Hai to scold him, it was so annoying.

The long-armed and long-legged man was really aggrieved to lie on the sofa all night. Jiang Ningchuan sat up and stretched, and the bones in his back cracked a few times before he was fully awake.

Turning his head to see the thermos on the coffee table and the cup next to it, he felt relieved after being depressed all night, the little intern was quite caring.