The male nanny is so fragrant

The doctor came to the study and gave Lin Che a simple examination, checked the medication status, replenished the medicine, and talked with Lin Che.

For some reason, when Lian Zhao was listening to their chats, there was always a feeling that Lin Che was the doctor and Chen Shihai was the one being talked about.

"Is the doctor busy recently?"

Chen Shihai is the director of a private hospital and also a shareholder. He is the family doctor of several wealthy families. These families usually go directly to the private hospital where he works if they have any problems.

Chen Shihai put down the detector and put it away, saying, "It depends on the situation. Mr. Lin had better go to the hospital for a full-body examination next week, and the medicine should be taken on time."

Lin Che said, "Okay."

Chen Shihai said: "How's the quality of your sleep recently? Are you still waking up as often as before?"

Lin Che looked at Chen Shihai and said, "Maybe..." Her tone was not very certain.

Chen Shihai said: "I just asked your personal nanny, and he said that you would still wake up in the middle of the night. Here, I suggest increasing the dosage. Before, you can take one tablet at a time, but now you can change it to two tablets." To Lian Zhao next to him, let him remember, lest Lin Che forget.

Lian Zhao nodded immediately.

Lin Che said, "Doctor Chen, why are your dark circles so dark, haven't you had a good rest recently?"

Chen Shihai sighed and said, "Maybe it's because of the beginning of autumn. There have been more people getting sick recently, and they have to run several times a week, and some of them are called there in the middle of the night."

Lin Che said, "Then you pay attention to your health, you have worked hard."

Lian Zhao looked at Chen Shihai, who had dark circles under his eyes, and Lin Che, who was radiant, and murmured in his heart, why does it feel like a doctor is more like a patient in terms of state.

And in Lin Che's state, does it still need to increase the dosage?

Forget it, he is not a doctor, let's follow the doctor's advice.

Lian Zhao took the medicine bottle and wrote a reminder of two pills on it.

I am still recording the physical examination next Tuesday in the memo on my mobile phone, for fear of forgetting.

Lian Zhao sent the doctor out, and on the way the doctor exchanged contact information with him and instructed him.

"If there is any situation, communicate with me in time, so that I can come over in time, or if you have any doubts about Mr. Lin, and you need my answer, you can also send me a message."

Lian Zhao said: "Okay, okay, it really is the benevolence of the doctor. I will communicate with you if there is any situation, Mr. Lin." Sure enough, the service of the family doctor is better.

Before the doctor left, Lian Zhao asked more questions.

"Doctor, don't you want to talk to the housekeeper?" In Lian Zhao's eyes, the housekeeper is the speaker of the family, similar to the feeling of the patient's parents.

Chen Shihai said: "I will chat with the housekeeper about Mr. Lin's condition on the phone, you don't have to worry."

"Oh, I see, then you should be careful on the road."

The doctor left by car and made a call on the way. The person on the phone asked about Lin Che's situation.

The doctor said: "It is estimated that in one or two months, the condition will become more serious. At that time, you can bring up the matter of sending him to Anding Hospital for treatment." He paused and continued, "As for the housekeeper, if he disagrees , as long as your father exerts pressure, it will be useless for him to resist, isn't he going to retire soon?"

"Okay, that's it. If there is any situation, I will communicate with you again."

After seeing the doctor off, Lian Zhao said directly to Lin Che, "I overslept this morning, so I won't rest at noon. I'll stay here with you." In fact, there was only half an hour of rest time left, and he didn't want to sleep anymore. This guy uses the art of talking very well, and he looks so caring when he says that he is too lazy to be with you.

Lin Che was sitting at the desk, practicing calligraphy with a brush, and said, "It doesn't matter if you go back to your room and sleep for two hours." She was as tolerant as ever.

"No, if I sleep too hard and oversleep, I will look unprofessional." Anyway, I didn't wake up until nine o'clock today, so I shouldn't be too sleepy in the afternoon.

And sometimes you can't take the boss's words seriously. He will let you go to rest now, and when he gets angry another day, he will say that you are lazy. We have to put it down, otherwise one sentence is the reason for dismissing you.

Lian Zhao is still thinking about buying lottery tickets. He has no time to go out, but there are staff members from the previous lottery station on WeChat. Buying lottery tickets is easy, but what number to buy?

Lian Zhao looked at Lin Che who was writing seriously, and wondered if the account bought by the rich would be luckier?

He stood up, eagerly moved to Lin Che's side, and first made serious comments, mainly flattering.

"Wow, it's so well written, it's like a calligrapher's writing, it's amazing!" exaggerated.

Lin Che turned her face to look at Lian Zhao who was suddenly interested in his calligraphy practice.

"If you like it, I can teach you."

"No, no, by the way, if you asked Mr. Lin to say seven numbers now, which seven numbers would you say?"

Lin Che didn't ask why there were seven numbers, but said seven casually.

After remembering it, Lian Zhao pretended to look at Lin Che's handwriting, then returned to the sofa and sat down again, sent the numbers to the staff, and transferred him the lottery money.

After printing the ticket, the staff wrote down Lian Zhao's name and mobile phone number, and took a photo for him to confirm.

The draw will be held at 09:30 on Friday night, which is the day after tomorrow.

Lian Zhao bought lottery tickets several times, but never won one, not even a small prize, but he firmly believed that one day he would definitely win the lottery.

Because he thought it was the only way for him to get out of poverty and become rich.

As for work, it's just to make ends meet.

Lin Che fiddled with the phone after seeing Lian Zhao's question, and smiled contentedly after fumbling, as if a little fox had stolen grapes.

"What are you doing?"

Lian Zhao put away the phone and said, "I didn't do anything."

"Then you ask me the numbers?"

"Hey, just buy a lottery ticket."

Hearing that he was buying a lottery ticket, Lin Che didn't say anything, and asked him to come over because he might be bored, so she insisted on teaching him how to practice calligraphy.

"You haven't written calligraphy before, I'll teach you."

Lian Zhao said: "This feeling is very difficult, I can't learn it."

"How do you know if you don't try? If you follow me and insist on writing two copybooks, I will arrange a little surprise for you." A copybook has 24 squares.

Lian Zhao didn't want to do it at first, but when he heard that there was a little surprise, he immediately geared up, picked up the writing brush that Lin Che handed over and said, "What surprise?" He was very curious.

Lin Che said solemnly: "Surprise is still a surprise when you say it?" Then she took out a piece of grid and asked him to write on it.

In fact, Lian Zhao's hard-tipped calligraphy is okay. This is the first time he has written with a brush. It's like a caterpillar crawling on the paper. Every stroke is crooked and unreadable.

Lian Zhao, who felt ugly, glanced at Lin Che who was watching his writing with his hands behind his back, and said, "My writing is not good-looking." Let him not mind.

Lin Che said without surprise: "If you want to write well, I will teach you how to teach you. If it's not good-looking, then it's right." After finishing speaking, she picked up another brush and taught him how to hold it, "That's the way, then write Don't be so hard, be lighter..." As he said, he dipped some ink and wrote a very simple Chinese character in the square next to it.

This comparison made Lian Zhao's handwriting more difficult to read, but Lian Zhao had a big heart and didn't care so much, and he followed Lin Che's writing method and wrote two horizontal strokes on his side.

"how about this."

"Yes, at least it doesn't look like two caterpillars."

Lin Che found a calligrapher's copybook and asked Lian Zhao to copy it. There was a character in it that made a lot of gestures. Lian Zhao's writing was fat and round. Just when he was about to give up halfway and change to another one, Lin Che next to him held it. His hands taught him.

"Look at how I write, the first stroke has to be lifted up, and then vertically..." The tone was gentle.

Lian Zhao thought, fortunately he is not a girl, if there is such a handsome man teaching a girl how to write, how exciting it would be.

Rich and rich and gentle, but unfortunately there is another personality.

"What are you thinking, I'm teaching you how to practice calligraphy, and you're in a daze?" The tone seemed to accuse Lian Zhao of failing him.

Lian Zhao immediately coughed lightly and said, "I've been distracted in class since I was a child, teach me again, I'm sure I'll be more serious this time than before."

Lin Che was taller than Lian Zhao. Standing beside him, she could see Lian Zhao's pink earlobes, soft side profile, and high nose bridge when she lowered her eyes.

The man seemed quite pleasing to the eye when he was not speaking.

"it is good."

Then within 2 minutes, Lian Zhao asked out of the blue.

"Mr. Lin, have you ever been in love?"

"Didn't you say you were serious this time?"

"Then I'll ask after I finish writing this word."

When the word was finally finished, Lian Zhao asked him impatiently.

"Mr. Lin, let's talk about your relationship history. A person like you should have no shortage of girlfriends." He looked curious.

Lin Che handed the brush to Lian Zhao to clean it, and said, "I don't lack any friends."

"That's right, you definitely don't lack anything." It's not like I lack everything.

"What about you, have you ever been in love?"

When Lian Zhao heard it, he said triumphantly: "I don't look bad, have you talked about it?" It's just that he is too poor to support his love life without money, and he can't even support himself. Hurry up and talk about it. love.

Lin Che asked with interest: "Then how many times have you talked, with a man or a woman?"

Lian Zhao winked at Lin Che and said, "Why do you know so well and ask me about men and women?" as if to say that Lin Che's heart is not pure.

"We're all adults, aren't we?" So there's nothing you can't say.

Infected by Lin Che's tone, Lian Zhao yelled, "Hey, don't mention it, my love is not considered a serious one, it's all about taking what you want and showing love." Life is so hard, how can there be time to fall in love? .

As soon as Lian Zhao finished speaking, Lin Che suddenly felt throbbing pain in his temples. He sat down on the chair in pain, rubbed his temples with one hand, and closed his eyes tightly.

Lian Zhao, who noticed something was wrong, was about to give Lin Che some medicine when he was suddenly grabbed by Lin Che.

He looked into Lin Che's dark eyes and stammered, "What's wrong with you?"

"Who let you into my study?" Pushing Lian Zhao away, Lian Zhao couldn't control his body, staggered and sat on the ground.

Damn, listen to this tone, early morning capitalists are online!

Lian Zhao, who was still smiling just now, immediately got up from the ground with his tail between his legs and said, "I'm washing your brushes. If you don't need me anymore, I'll go!"

Lin Che looked Lian Zhao up and down, and suddenly hooked her fingers at him.

"come here."

Although Lian Zhao was a little nervous, he still walked over obediently, with an obedient look of "I have something to tell you".

Lian Zhao felt that he was not far from being split.

Sure enough, I love to be distracted, and I am still thinking wildly at this time.

But he didn't know that his obedient appearance made people want to bully and tease him.

"Huh—" For a while, Lian Zhao found himself being pulled into Lin Che's arms. In a strange and intimate posture, he looked at Lin Che stupidly, blinking his eyes.

Lin Che pinched his chin, and just when Lian Zhao thought Lin Che was going to do something weird, his face suddenly turned cold.

Taking a closer look, Lin Che picked up a brush and wrote on his face.

Lian Zhao was not angry, he just said: "This is an extra service, and there is an additional charge."

All problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

You can write whatever you want, and you will be charged 50 yuan for one word.

Lin Che probably didn't expect this person to have such a reaction, and said with an inexplicable expression, "Can I write anywhere?"

"As long as you have enough money."

"Have you no dignity?"

The author has something to say:

Lian Zhao: Those who are heavily in debt will sell their butts. If you want dignity, just leave me some underwear!

Lin Che: With 50 yuan a word, I can write on every inch of your body.