After the divorce, the boss doted on me

Tan Man was taken aback for a moment, but soon relaxed, turned around slowly, looked at him face to face, with a smile on her face.

"Believe me so much?" Gu Mochen leaned against her forehead, smiling half a smile, with a trace of evil in his eyes.

Tan Man trusts Gu Mochen [-]%. She knows that he will never do inappropriate things at inappropriate times.

Therefore, although this intimate action hides a bit of forbearance, it is more of yearning and obsession.

Tan Man leaned her back against the closet door, her hands were naturally hung on his shoulders, she also imitated him, smiling slyly.

"According to what I've learned over the years, perfectionist obsessive-compulsive patients usually don't choose to complete something in such an abrupt situation and in such a crude environment, um," she thought about it seriously, and found a suitable place. words, "the things of the Holy Spirit."

"You also said that it is usually the case, but after I met you, my thinking became unreasonable."

After speaking, the body moved closer to her, almost, the two of them were about to stick together.

Tan Man shrank back subconsciously, there was no way to retreat, the calmness on her face was betrayed by the flickering flicker in her eyes, she lowered her eyes, and her eyes stopped on the second button of his shirt:
"I, I'm not just a random person."

He laughed, straightened up again, drew some distance away, looked down at her for a while, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, the future will last forever, and I'm not a casual person."

Meeting his eyes, Tan Man felt that at this moment, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

His kiss fell again, gentle and long, without a trace of lust.

Just when the two were hugging and kissing passionately, there was an untimely knock on the door.

Like a frightened rabbit, she instinctively let go.

"It's probably a takeaway."

"I'll go and open the door." When leaving, he glanced at her again and said, "Clean up."

Tan Man didn't know what he asked her to pack up, but she only realized when she looked up and saw herself in the vanity mirror.

Gu Mochen didn't expect that the person standing behind the door was not the takeaway boy, but someone who had met once, her landlord's son, what was his name, I only remembered that his surname seemed to be Zhang.

Zhang Jiakai outside the door was also stunned when he saw Gu Mochen.

"Is it takeaway?" Tan Man walked out of the room while smoothing her hair. When she saw two men standing by the door, she also stopped in her tracks.

After staying for two seconds, she blinked and walked over.

Gu Mochen put his hands into the pockets of his suit, and stepped back from the door with no expression on his face, while Zhang Jiakai outside the door frowned, apparently shocked by the man who opened the door.

"Good evening, you, why are you here?" Tan Man was also unnatural, uncharacteristically, and greeted him politely.

"Seeing that the lights are on in your room, I guess you're back, come up and take a look." He loosened his frowning brows, and returned to his cynical look, glanced at Gu Mochen, and said with a smile, "It seems , I didn't come at the right time."

Tan Man scratched the broken hair beside her ears, and laughed awkwardly, wondering if she should let him in.

"Manman, why don't you introduce me?" Gu Mochen's voice sounded from behind.

"Oh, this is my boyfriend, Gu Mochen." After Tan Man finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the expressionless person behind her, "Eh, you've seen this, my landlord's son, Zhang Jiakai."

"Mr. Gu, hello." Zhang Jiakai showed his eight teeth and greeted him, but for some reason, Tan Man always felt that something was wrong.

Perhaps, the private life was suddenly spied on.

Because all along, her relationship with Aunt Lan and Zhang Jiakai has been classified as an accidental fate independent of work and life.

Gu Mochen nodded politely, and resumed his calm and restrained look: "Good evening, Mr. Zhang."

After saying hello, Zhang Jiakai coughed several times, and Tan Man asked casually, "Are you sick?"

"Hey, a little cold."

"Cold again? I saw Aunt Lan before I went home, and she said you had a cold."

"It's that cold, the sequelae of procrastination, but it's getting better soon."

Just as Tan Man was about to say something, Gu Mochen said, "Manman, don't invite people to come in and sit for a while. It's not good to stand by the door."

Zhang Jiakai naturally heard that there was not much sincerity in these words, so he took a step outside the door wisely: "It's okay, I'm going home too, so don't bother me."

Tan Man pursed her lips, unable to say anything more: "Then, I won't give it away."

Zhang Jiakai turned around and went downstairs gracefully, with his back to her, raised his arms and waved.

Tan Man looked at his back and found that the two had never had such a serious conversation.

After closing the door, Gu Mochen was lazily leaning on the sofa and looking at her, his eyes were full of jealousy, and he was not shy about revealing it.

She immediately showed a pleasing smile and stuck it over: "Are you jealous?"

"Didn't you say that no one else has been here except Mi Lu?"

"That's right, Zhang Jiakai never came in." Tan Man defended confidently, "Besides, if he wants to come in, I can't help it. Who told this to be their house."

Gu Mochen frowned instantly: "So, I let my girlfriend live in another man's house."

She gave him a blank look speechlessly, "Why do you sound so awkward."

"That fact makes me even more awkward."

"I can't tell, lawyer, you are a jealous king."

Gu Mochen lowered his head, stretched out his hand to pinch her face, and admitted: "Yes, I'm stingy, so you have to be good."

"..."

From time to time, takeaways arrive, and a few home-cooked stir-fries are her favorites. Tan Man is silently moved while eating, and she suddenly finds that Gu Mochen seems to have no sense of fun, but in fact he is a master flirt, who can always calmly flirt. , which makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

The next day, Tan Man woke up naturally. The breakfast shop after nine o'clock had long since lost the rushing office workers, whether it was a young mother pushing a stroller to bask in the sun, or an old man who came back from morning exercise, like her. Leisurely young people are really rare.

She drank the soy milk leisurely and calmly, took a bite of the steamed bun from time to time, looked at the way to and fro outside the store, and thought about how to talk to Misen later.

Gu Mochen didn't leave until nearly ten o'clock last night. After he left, she sent a WeChat message to Misen, making an appointment for lunch tomorrow. Misen replied quickly and readily agreed.So, before going to bed, she searched the Internet for information about Doctors Without Borders, so that she could go prepared.

But she found that although Doctors Without Borders was dangerous, after reading the experience sharing of those volunteers after returning to China, she was actually moved by their nobility and selflessness. She thought, if Misson applied with this kind of mood If so, what right does she have to stop it?

The two made an appointment to meet at the hospital first, and then they would find a place to eat after they were done. She stepped on the door and went out. As soon as she reached the hospital gate, she saw Mison waiting outside the emergency room.

After work at noon, he took off his white coat, but some patients still recognized him and greeted him warmly. Tan Man walked over slowly, and he soon saw her, showed a familiar smile, and waved to her , and walked over quickly.

"Waiting long?" she asked.

"I just came down." He looked at her, as gentle as ever, "A new Cantonese restaurant opened nearby, let's try it?"

She nodded generously: "Okay."

This Cantonese restaurant also provides Cantonese tea for lunch. When ordering, apart from a few main dishes, Tan Man unceremoniously ordered a crystal shrimp dumpling.

After ordering the dishes and serving tea, Misen spoke first: "Manman, how are you lately?"

"It's good, but my dad had a slight stroke a while ago, but he's fine now."

"Stroke?" Misen was surprised, "Xiaolu didn't mention this to me."

"It was I who told her not to talk about it, so she wouldn't have to worry about it. Anyway, she's almost fine now." She smiled lightly.

"For stroke patients, post-rehabilitation is very important. Does your father have any problems with movement and speech?"

"There is no problem with the action, but the speech is still a bit stuttering."

Misen nodded: "There is no rush, it takes time to recover slowly."

"I know." After thinking for a while, she went straight to the point, and said in advance, "I heard from Mi Lu that you applied to join Doctors Without Borders?"

"Yes." He admitted frankly, "After the Lantern Festival, I will go to Hong Kong for an interview."

Tan Man didn't hide it, and asked straight to the point, "Why?"

Mison looked at her solemnly, and after two seconds, said grandly: "Because I want to contribute some strength."

"You are treating people in the hospital, and you are also making a contribution. Why do you have to go to a dangerous place?"

"Because it's taller there," he joked.

But Tan Man didn't speak or smile, she always looked at the teacup on the table with a serious expression.

"Manman, I heard that you are together?" Misen couldn't help asking, and hearing her admit it might make him more determined.

She raised her head and looked at him calmly: "Yes, I'm with Gu Mochen."

Her unabashed eyes, like a sharp knife, slashed across his chest. Even though he was ready, his heart still trembled. Mison picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, suppressed the tumbling in his chest, and said with a smile :"congratulations."

"Thank you." She saw everything in her eyes, but there was nothing she could do.

"Is there a high chance of passing the interview?" She was indirectly testing his determination, "How sure are you?"

"I don't know, but I really hope that I can pass."

She nodded: "If you pass, how long do you plan to stay, I read online, three months, half a year, a year longer..."

Before she finished speaking, Mison interrupted her: "If the application is really approved, I don't think I plan to quit in the short term." He suddenly smiled, "If that's the case, when your wedding comes, I will I’m afraid I won’t be able to come and bless you in person.”

Tan Man's hand under the table tightened.

Sure enough, it was because of her...