non-contractual relationship

Chapter 32

After a step-by-step examination, the doctor confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the two of them. He gave a few instructions according to the routine and reminded them to take a good rest. Zheng Feihe responded positively, and Biaozi called An Lan to report.

When Biaozi was on the phone, the doctor had an idea and took Zheng Feihe to the balcony, closed the door and started muttering, not knowing what he was talking about, anyway, when he went in, the young master Zheng was still covered in thorns After a while, his expression became as warm as a spring breeze.

Unexpectedly, after finishing the phone call, Biaozi sat in the living room for a while, glanced at Zheng Feihe who was having a lively chat, then suddenly got up and walked over to the dining room, opened the stool and sat down, straight to the point: "Thank you for today."

Ankang's hand holding the water glass tightly, not knowing how to continue this "thank you" for the time being, took a sip of water.Looking at Biaozi's eyes that hadn't moved away, Ankang raised his head and forced a smile, thinking that there would be no response when he heard this. , was repeatedly "prompted" and "warned" by the person in front of him, and after laughing at this person, Ankang really had nothing to say, and he couldn't walk away too deliberately, so he could only continue to sit in the restaurant, pretending to bow his head and drink It looks like water, just sip a little bit at a time, drink it non-stop, hoping to be relieved soon.

Seeing Ankang's movements, Biaozi picked up the water glass on the dining table, poured himself a glass of water, and explained, "This is what Miss Mi Mi asked me to convey to you."

"...I didn't do anything." Thinking of that little girl, Ankang relaxed a little.

Biaozi raised his eyelids and stared at Ankang, then paused: "Well, Miss Mi Mi said you are a very gentle and careful person..."

Thinking of Bai Mimi's long-winded introduction on the phone for a long time how this person took care of her gently when she went down the stairs, and remembering how considerate it was to wipe her face with a handkerchief soaked in warm water, Biaozi worked hard to let himself go down the stairs. The message was not so rigid: "Miss Mi Mi said that she welcomes you very much, and you can become her... family as soon as possible."

"Huh?" Ankang almost spilled water from the cup he was holding because he couldn't hold it firmly.

"...Because you and the young master..." Watching Ankang holding the cup, he pondered for a while, but Biaozi still couldn't get out the words of "a good relationship for a hundred years" that Miss Mi Mi yelled, and was in a stalemate. walked over.

Biaozi breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

Ankang, who was waiting for the answer, followed Biaozi's movements somewhat unnaturally, and also wanted to stand up. Zheng Feihe held him down again just like the previous time, with a happy expression on his face, facing Biaozi He opened his mouth: "I have checked and checked, and I have said everything that needs to be said. When will you and the doctor leave?"

"..." Biaozi understood, met the doctor's eyes, looked at the doctor and nodded, then put down the cup he had been holding in his hand, and said wittily: "It's getting late, let's go now."

Zheng Feihe leaned his upper body on the back of the chair behind Ankang, and put his hands on Ankang's shoulders naturally, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Then I won't give it away."

Seeing Zheng Feihe's grinning mouth, the doctor closed his eyes and rolled his eyes when he turned around silently, then picked up the packed box and said goodbye to the two, and went to the entrance with Biaozi.

Ankang turned his head to look at Zheng Feihe, Zheng Feihe, who was smiling and narrowing his eyes, looked at Ankang's suspicious eyes, bowed his head and pressed a light kiss on Ankang's forehead.

Ankang blinked, unable to figure out what the operation was. Before he could react, Zheng Feihe had already changed his posture and came to his side: "Okay, the light bulbs are gone, what's our plan next?"

The action of the two "light bulbs" putting on shoes at the door seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

The doctor closed his eyes and beat the young master of the Zheng family a hundred times in his heart, and put on his shoes more than twice as fast.Biaozi had just put on one shoe, and before he had time to plug in the other, the doctor pulled it out.

"..." Seeing Zheng Feihe's full of interest, Ankang swallowed back the words "continue to cover your face", and waited for the young master to tell his plan.

The door was closed, and Biaozi, who was still dragging a shoe, was stiff. Unexpectedly, the doctor squatted down, and naturally lifted the heel of the unplugged shoe up for him.

Biaozi, who was so stimulated that he had goosebumps all over his body, almost punched someone.

After finishing the work, the doctor stood up and patted his clothes. He was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he found that there was no one behind him. The eyes are subtle: "...Don't think too much, I'm helping you just don't want to continue to 'get the truth'."

Biaozi watched the doctor cut his hair with the hand that just lifted his heel, and his back was covered with goosebumps, so he quickly walked a few steps to distance himself from this man: "...I didn't think much about it. "

The doctor who felt that this person was 100% confused followed a few steps and wanted to explain.

Biaozi also walked a few steps quickly, as if avoiding the plague god.

Thinking that he hadn't done anything wrong, the doctor didn't chase after him: for him, as long as someone opened the door, that's all.

So he walked steadily to the elevator door.

As a result, the elevator door just opened, Biaozi went in and finished brushing the floors, and then put on a look that was about to merge with the corner of the elevator.

The doctor was really a little unhappy. He stretched out his hand to greet him, and said, "Hey, is that an exaggeration? I am male and I like female. You don't have to do this."

Biaozi clung even tighter to the elevator.He still remembered the pair of clasped hands, which looked like a gecko at the moment, but there was an expression of "you don't need to say more, I know it" on his face, and most of them didn't want to respond at all.

Seeing this, the doctor withdrew his hand and waited until he was about to go out on the first floor, but he didn't say anything: it's useless to talk about this state.snort.

The atmosphere upstairs is much more harmonious.

Seeing that Ankang didn't propose, Zheng Fei and Le Diandian expressed their thoughts: "I told you about it in the movie theater before."

Ankang was a little at a loss, what suggestion did this person in the theater suggest?

Seeing Ankang's bewildered and trusting expression, Zheng Fei and his heart softened, and explained: "Aren't you learning English?"

Ankang: "..." When did he learn English?

Seeing Zheng Feihe's bright eyes, it was obvious that he still had something to say next, he swallowed his doubts back and nodded: "What's wrong?"

Feeling that he has a place to use, Zheng Feihe took Ankang's hand and went straight to the study on the side of the corridor, and said happily, "Then let's do a simple test first, and then I will teach students according to their aptitude."

Ankang was already very used to being dragged by Zheng Feihe, and he followed Zheng Feihe's pace steadily and steadily all the way, before he stepped into the study, he was stuffed with a pad and a stool.

"You make this question bank first, and then we will prescribe the right medicine!" Zheng Feihe sat down on the sofa at the side relaxedly after moving the stool for Ankang attentively.

"Oh." Ankang picked up the electromagnetic pen that Zheng Feihe handed over, saw that the words and sentences displayed on the screen did not stutter, and started to do it smoothly.

Half an hour later, Zheng Feihe looked at Ankang's score and the distribution of wrong questions, half vented, and sighed on the sofa: "...Your English is not very good?"

Ankang didn't reply. His English is really good, otherwise he wouldn't be able to complete the translation work smoothly.It’s just that sometimes when encountering a more professional manuscript, it will be a little difficult.

Zheng Feihe threw away the PAD, listlessly: "Then you are still so serious in the cinema..."

Unable to understand the logical relationship between these, Ankang continued to remain silent.

Suddenly, Zheng Feihe regained his energy for some reason and sat up, and surprised Ankang who was sitting on the stool: "Wait! That old Oxford Advanced Book in your bag is written and drawn... You haven't read it all, have you?"

That advanced book was a gift from his junior high school teacher. Ankang had indeed read it and remembered a lot of it. He didn’t care about this person’s reading of his little burden. Hearing Zheng Feihe’s exclamation, He nodded hesitantly: "Yeah."

Pia——

Zheng Fei and Sheng fell back without love: "It turns out that you are still a master of stealth...then I should have nothing to help you."

Ankang looked at Zheng Feihe, who was half-body exposed on the sofa, who was still rolling over in pain, thought for a while, and said: "But my spoken English has not been very good, and the teacher said that my pronunciation is not accurate."

"Huh?" Zheng Feihe was startled: "My spoken English is super good!"

Seeing the suddenly confident Zheng Feihe, Ankang praised him after staying there: "Really? Then I can find someone to ask for advice in the future."

After finishing speaking, he felt that such words were a bit too natural, and he still wanted to make up for it, but before he could open his mouth, Zheng Feihe had already "refilled his glass": "Leave it to me!" After finishing speaking, he winked at Ankang.

Only then did Ankang understand why this person made such a big circle, and before he could take a breath, he was dragged to the bedroom again.Ankang was still a little wary because he wasn't feeling well yet, but Zheng Feihe just dragged him to sit on the bedside... and started Zheng's oral preparatory teaching.

after an hour.

Feeling the puddle of wetness on his shoulders, Ankang moved slightly, Zheng Feihe's head was pressed on his shoulders little by little, looking very sleepy.

Ankang tried to move, but Zheng Feihe shook his head forward, mumbling what he was talking about, found the right position and continued to sleep on his shoulder.After watching the art documentary without subtitles, Ankang thought about it, but he still didn't take off his earphones, and continued to listen in this posture.

In a sense, these do help a little.

When Zheng Feihe woke up, he could smell the fragrance coming from outside.After waking up, realizing that he fell asleep because he was bored during the teaching process, Zheng Feihe slapped himself lightly: If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have chosen this topic, what can I do.

Hearing the slight movement, Ankang pulled a piece of paper, wiped his hands carefully, put down the work in hand, and walked a few steps towards the bedroom. Sure enough, he saw Zheng Feihe who was scratching his head in annoyance: "Are you awake? Dinner it is done."

Zheng Fei paused and let out a sigh of relief. He took the mobile phone by the bedside and opened it to take a look. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening.His love affair is really good, the right time, place and people don't take advantage of anyone...

Holding a trace of resentment, Zheng Feihe, who was sitting on the dining table after washing, looked at the green plants on the table, and began to hesitate while holding chopsticks.

Ankang finally cleaned up. He sat down and picked up the chopsticks before starting to move. He looked at Zheng Feihe biting the end of the chopsticks, and didn't put down the chopsticks for a long time. He urged: "Eat."

Zheng Feihe swallowed, and picked up a vegetable leaf: "Shouldn't you take more protein when you're sick?"

Ankang looked at the stir-fried lettuce, fried pork with pepper, eggplant with minced meat, and carrot ball soup on the table, and picked out the shredded pork in the two dishes: "Isn't this all meat?"

Zheng Feihe picked up the bowl and stretched it over, without alienating Ankang at all: "It's hard for you to pick it up, put it in my bowl."

Ankang's chopsticks stagnated, but he still put them in, but without waiting for Zheng Feihe's response, he quickly picked up two chopsticks and threw eggplants in: This person's problem with picky eaters is really...

The smile on Zheng Feihe's face disappeared instantly, looking at Ankang, he still wanted to speak, so he quickly changed the subject: "When will you go to work tomorrow, I'll see you off? I know Yuehua well."

Seeing that this person didn't want to say more, Ankang, who kept his mouth shut, just stuffed a mouthful of rice, and now his mouth is swollen, and he can't say a word. pharynx.

Zheng Feihe got up quickly, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, served Ankang a bowl of soup and handed it over: "Don't worry, talk slowly after eating."

Noticing Zheng Feihe's focused gaze, Ankang covered his mouth with his hands in embarrassment, and waited until everything in his mouth was swallowed before speaking: "I can do it by myself, I should still be on the night shift."

When Zheng Feihe heard "Night Shift", recalling the scene when the two first met, he paused for a moment with his chopsticks, and absently picked up half a carrot and stuffed it into his mouth: "Oh, that's fine."

Ankang stared at Zheng Fei and swallowed the carrot without any response, then looked at his expression that changed from sunny to cloudy in an instant, lowered his head to plan the rice bowl, and the chopsticks were all staggered.

Zheng Feihe, who didn't notice it, came back to his senses, saw that Ankang was only stuffed with rice, and gave him another two chopsticks of food.

For the next meal, the two maintained the standard "eating without talking" eating, very quiet.

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