Miss Biao is Always Busy! [Quick Transmigration]

"Will you still go out to work tomorrow?"

"Of course, today I have been delayed for a day because of my own affairs. I only took one day off yesterday, and I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable. I can do the operation as usual."

Jun Zi Shu evenly cut the meat into small and thick shreds and put them in a bowl.

"Won't you come back for dinner tomorrow at noon?"

"Well, maybe I don't have time, and I don't know how many operations will be performed in the morning. When I am busy, I may not even be able to eat lunch."

The doctor is really too busy, and his responsibilities are heavy.

That is a living life, controlled in their hands.

"I will wait for you to come back for dinner that night."

"it is good."

After cutting all the dishes that needed to be processed, Jun Zishu walked out of the kitchen.

It didn't take long before the meal tripped. Jun Zishu waited for about five minutes before unplugging it.

At this time, bursts of fragrance came from the kitchen.

"You can cook much better than me."

Jun Zishu saw the delicious dishes on the counter, and gave Yunzizhou a thumbs up.

"Sister, try it first, of course it's best if you like it."

Yunzizhou made four dishes, namely braised fish, fried prawns with green onion, fried pork with thousand-page tofu, preserved egg tofu soup, three dishes and one soup. The presentation is very good and the taste is great.

"Should I not cook by myself that day."

Jun Zishu remembered the meal he had cooked for Yun Zizhou the day before yesterday. Although he felt that he was performing well at the time, thinking about it now, he might as well give Yun Zizhou a spatula.

Yun Zizhou was amused by her reaction and brought her the tableware.

This meal can be said to be very comfortable to eat. Delicious food can bring people a sense of pleasure and comfort, which is really good.

Because there was a wound on Jun Zishu's wrist and the medicine had been applied, it was not easy to get water, so when Yun Zizhou took the initiative to stand up to wash the dishes, Jun Zishu did not shirk.

I have eaten food and medicine. It seems that there is nothing else to do. It is time to face the things that I have to face.

Jun Zishu turned on his mobile phone and sent his new number via WeChat to people who must be notified, such as her mother, Zhang Lan, her leader, and the doctor who often communicates.

I found the person I wanted to send from a lot of WeChat, and started to look through other messages after sending it.

It was Yu Biling's first. In the past two days, she sent dozens of WeChat messages.

[No. 2]: I have received the food. It is very delicious, but I still want to see you.

[Number Two]: When can I meet again?

[No. 2]: It’s obviously a couple, but it’s like being single. Today, I ate tons of dog food and received a lot of crits. There were many guests coming to order love songs in the evening. I really want to wish. They broke up happily.

[No. 2]: (Grief.jpg)

………

[Number Two]: Why doesn't a message return to me?

[Number Two]: Are you busy now?

[Number Two]: (The call is unanswered and has been hung up)

[Number Two]: Why don’t you answer the phone?

...

[Number Two]: Good night, remember to give me an explanation.

Looking through the gentleman's book one by one, she deeply felt the change in Yu Biling's mood, from happy to manic, to calm, but the dozens of news above were all yesterday’s news, and she didn’t have it all day today. Send a message here.

Xiao Huaxian, you said that I will contact her now, and WeChat told her to break up. How likely is it that she will be killed by the knife across several cities?

[100%? 】

In fact, Yu Biling didn't know the news from the original owner, but he knew which city she was in and which hospital she worked in. It would be clear after inquiring.

If it is unknown, it's okay to say, but the original owner is not.

The original owner used to be a person who often went to the bar to play. When she was not working, she often went to relax. Many people over there knew her.

Jun Zishu's expression was calm, and he began to reply to messages over there.

[Jiang Wentong]: Something happened, my new phone number will be sent to you.

As soon as she sent this message, she received a request for a video call.

Jun Zishu walked to the room with his mobile phone, and when the door was locked, he clicked to connect.

"Why did you suddenly change the number?"

Yu Biling over there is putting on make-up. She is wearing a black leather coat and looks very sexy. She is quickly applying things to her face.

Her tone is not very good, but her expression is not too wide because of makeup.

"Unlucky, I was robbed. I really like my phone, so I can only change to a phone that is exactly the same. The phone card is gone, and I just got a new one."

"No wonder I can't contact you, are you okay? Isn't there any injury?"

When Yu Biling heard Junzishu's words, she didn't even put on makeup, and put her face on the camera, trying to see the appearance of Junzishu to see if she was injured.

"There was a slight injury to my wrist. Apart from the phone and cash, there was no other loss."

Jun Zishu deliberately exposed her wrist to Yu Biling to see, to prove that she did not lie.

"That's good, I thought..."

"For why?"

The gentleman said with a smile, and there was a dash of joy in his eyes.

"You can say why."

Yu Biling glanced at the Book of Gentlemen with a strange look. Although the makeup on his face hadn't been painted yet, it still had a wild beauty.

"It's almost time for me to go to work. I won't tell you yet. Remember to take care of yourself. I haven't had time to give you any Valentine's Day gifts. You won't tell me your address."

Yu Biling drew on eyeliner and mascara, and there was some complaint in her voice.

"Didn't you already give me a Valentine's Day gift?"

"Huh? What?"

"Your heart."

"You hate it! I can't kiss you through a screen, right!"

Jun Zishu smiled and watched Yu Biling hung up the video, with a cold expression on his face.

This one, she decided to put it last.

Get the most abnormal one first, this is nothing.

[Host, you are really acting more and more like a scum. 】

Thanks for the compliment.

Jun Zi Shu and Xiao Hua Xian talked a few words, and continued to read other people's news.

Pan Yingying also sent her a message, but not as many as Yu Biling, only a few.

[Pan Yingying]: Sister Wentong, Happy Valentine's Day (Bixin.jpg)

[Pan Yingying]: Have you broken up with Wei Jiangen? He stayed in the dormitory all the time and did not come out to spend Valentine's Day with you.

[Pan Yingying]: But it's good, I asked him, his attitude is very strange between the two of you.

[Pan Yingying]: His super fierce qaq

Jun Zishu saw this super fierce news and couldn't help but press his temple.

Children, who is fierce about you.

Have you forgotten that you were pulling people’s hair against the wall when you were in the restaurant’s toilet?

Jun Zi Shu thought for a while, and if he wanted to comfort him at first, he had better be a little fuzzy in his attitude.

[Jiang Wentong]: There were some conflicts, so I won't meet for the time being.

Pan Yingying over there didn't reply, she didn't know what she was doing, and Jun Zishu didn't care, so she clicked into another chat page.

The thought of chatting with Mi Rou made Jun Zi Shu feel heavy.

Jun Zi Shu changed Mi Rou's remarks from the serial number to the name.

Mi Rou sent the least information, and only the following short sentences.

[Mi Rou]: Valentine's Day

[Mi Rou]: Happy

However, Jun Zishu feels that these two sentences are not simple, and may contain Mi Rou's complicated mood.

Jun Zi Shu felt that Mi Rou should have noticed the original owner's indifference and change of heart.

But what about that, Jun Zishu tucked his hair back, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was full of carelessness.

[Jiang Wentong]: Changed to a new number.

[Jiang Wentong]: 182xxxxxxxx

[Mi Rou]: Huh? How did you change the number?

[Jiang Wentong]: I lost my phone, so I changed it.

[Mi Rou]: Okay, let me save it

[Jiang Wentong]: Yes.

It's really nothing like a conversation between lovers.

Jun Zishu didn't say anything else, and Mi Rou didn't talk about other topics.

The exchange ended here. Mi Rou didn't mention the two previous messages sent on Valentine's Day, nor did Jun Zishu mention it.

The page was so silent, Jun Zishu quit WeChat and yawned.

Although I have been in a coma, the state is actually not good.

She opened the door of the room, went to the living room and turned on the water dispenser.

Drinking hot water while reading a book, life can no longer be comfortable.

The bell rang, it was a call from the same city, and the number was a bit familiar.

"Miss, why did you suddenly change the number? Is it to avoid chasing and killing a few boyfriends?"

Zhang Lan's joking voice came out from the phone, with a noisy background sound.

"That's it."

The gentleman replied slowly, after all, Shi Yu had already said goodbye, and so did Wei Jiangen.

"Tsk tusk, finally taste the pain of stepping on a few boats? Are those boyfriends crying and begging you not to break up?"

Jun Zi Shu thought for a while, it really wasn't, every one wanted to kill her.

"All divided?"

"No, I'm dividing."

"So many things about breaking up? If you don't contact me, I feel a little bit forced to count it, right, you are different, you are gentle and have a beginning and a finish, hey, how many people still remember you, and hope to resurrect with you."

"no way."

"I said you don't want to go back to the grass, it's okay, just call to greet you, hang up, I will continue to play."

"Go ahead."

Before ten o'clock arrived, Jun Zishu consciously entered Yun Zizhou's room, preparing to squat live.

Those unpleasant feelings in the face of the sick will disappear in front of the lovely god-sister.

"Sister, what do you want to hear?"

Yun Zizhou clicked and opened the playlist, showing that before the gentleman wrote, she had not opened the wheat.

"That's it."

The gentleman book randomly clicked on a song, and Yun Zizhou was taken aback when he saw it.

"What's wrong? Isn't it easy to sing?"

"It's okay, I don't sing often, but I will."

Yun Zizhou bent his eyes and opened his own wheat.

"Today's first song, sung to a person."

Yun Zizhou's voice became clearer and more beautiful, and the audience in the live broadcast room instantly exploded.