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After Song Zhaolin stayed in the hospital for two days, Qianli insisted that he was ready to be discharged from the hospital. Song Zhaolin lay on the bed listening, humming leisurely, as if giving himself full power to Qianli's management.His eyes were medicated and wrapped in gauze, so he couldn't see anything, but he was very happy to hear the voice of Qianli.

Regarding Song Zhaolin's eyes, Qianli thinks that he can try the doctor's suggestion. If both external application and internal adjustment are used, it may speed up the recovery process-although he still feels that the best way is to find the root cause from the body.

Qianli is really a good product for home travel, he arranges things in an orderly manner, and nothing in the world seems to be difficult for him.

After Qianli carefully wrote down what the nurse told him, he came to see Song Zhaolin. He stared into his eyes for a while, and then waved his hand in front of him. Song Zhaolin immediately raised his hand and hugged him .Qianli was taken aback, and then a little happy: "Your eyes are sensitive to light."

Song Zhaolin curled his lips: "I never said I have a problem."

"That's good. I've completed the discharge procedures. Let's go home in the afternoon."

Song Zhaolin groped and touched Qianli's face, and said with a smile: "We Qianli are really capable. But where do you go home? I heard from my mother that you didn't accept the proposal of our family to stay temporarily, but stayed outside by yourself. Rent a house."

After he finished speaking, he sighed: "But I also thought about it, with a personality like yours, you definitely wouldn't live with them, let alone I'm not at home..."

Qianli held his hand and said "yes": "If you want to go home and live, I can accompany you."

"Of course I don't want to go back. Compared with you, I still want to live outside alone with you. After we get married, I don't plan to go back to the Song family's villa. It's easier to live outside."

Qianli stared at him for a while, then suddenly leaned in the direction of Song Zhaolin, and then whispered: "Now I know why you are not close to your family. You used to be a spy and couldn't go home often, but it's not the case anymore. Do you need to do something? You can take this opportunity to communicate more with your family."

Yesterday Song Zhaolin told him that because his eyesight is not convenient and his body has suffered some injuries, he cannot do spy work like before, so the people above asked him to recuperate at home for a period of time, and the work of the commander-in-chief will of course continue Go down, but the agent's work will be temporarily suspended.

"Hmph, who wants to communicate with them? Do you think I used to not go home because I had no choice?"

Qianli looked at him suspiciously: "Isn't it?"

Song Zhaolin curled his lips: "Of course not, my mother is so annoying, she always beats me up... You think we get along well now, it's all because I've never seen her beat me, two people beat me alone! I'm miserable of."

"...Isn't it because you are so cheap?" There are so many family members who care about him and don't know how to cherish it. Sure enough, it is because they have grown up in a honeypot since they were young. Children like him without father and mother are especially special. Cherish the family affection, so that I bow my head to the master...

Song Zhaolin said angrily, "Which side are you on?"

After he shouted, he suddenly coughed violently while covering his chest. Qianli hurriedly reached behind his back and patted Song Zhaolin's back lightly: "Okay, okay, I'll stand by your side, I'll stand by your side unconditionally."

Seeing Song Zhaolin coughing, he couldn't help frowning—he's been coughing all the time lately...he coughs non-stop when he speaks a little louder, and sure enough, his physical condition is not as good as before.

Song Zhaolin patted his chest and slowly stopped coughing, but he didn't understand Qianli's excessive concern. Song Zhaolin said suspiciously: "Qianli, what's the matter with you, it seems... you care about me very much recently."

Not only this, but he also cooks with great care. On the night when he first entered the hospital, Qianli borrowed the kitchen of the hospital to cook for Song Zhaolin himself. He knew that he would like nothing but meat, but he could not eat too greasy food during the hospitalization. , I stewed a chicken, carefully peeled off the skin, let it cool and skimmed off the chicken fat, and brought it to him to eat.Song Zhaolin feels that he has never been taken care of so meticulously. His mother is a noble lady who has been pampered since she was a child. She will only be served by others, and she will not serve others at all. The care never happened to him.

After all, it is still a thousand miles away.

Qianli was asked such a question by Song Zhaolin, but he didn't know how to answer it. He was silent for a while, and only said: "Am I usually so bad to you?"

"Well...it's not too bad, but it's not so easy."

Qianli glanced at him expressionlessly: "Then I will treat you so well from now on, are you happy?"

"Hee hee, happy."

"..." This guy really knows how to get off a donkey.

This can be regarded as a smooth discharge from the hospital. Song Zhaolin was injured on duty and successfully retrieved the information requested by the higher authorities. Paid vacation must be indispensable, and he must stay on vacation until he fully recovers.I heard that they later sent people back to rescue the diplomats, and they were also planning whether to go to war, but those had nothing to do with Song Zhaolin.

He is blind now, if he is required to do these things, is it humane?

Qianli also took a few days off from the monitoring station. Although he didn't know if he would continue to ask for leave, at least he had to take good care of Song Zhaolin for these few days.The working hours of the monitoring station are very flexible. Although this kind of government department has many restrictions, the good thing is that they will not fire employees casually, and they will not be blamed even if they take a long vacation. There are legitimate reasons for the connections, so of course no one will be held accountable.

In fact, Qianli doesn't like the current working environment very much, and Song Zhaolin is like this again. Qianli wants to take this opportunity to quit his job and concentrate on taking care of him at home.But he was also worried that resigning his job would make Song Zhaolin aware of it, or think wildly... After all, he knew his attitude towards work, and if he quit his job specially for him, Song Zhaolin would definitely think about his own health...

After thinking about it, Qianli thought that he had better think of a reasonable excuse to let go of work.

Qianli poured the freshly brewed coffee out of the coffee pot, put two capsules with sugar and condensed milk in it, put it on the table in front of Song Zhaolin, and took his hand to hold the handle of the coffee cup: "It's very hot, Be careful."

"Oh……"

Holding his cup, Qianli stirred it while thinking about how to talk to Song Zhaolin about work, but he didn't speak for a while.The bird in the yard chirped twice at this time, completely attracting Song Zhaolin's attention.

"Where did you rent the house? There are so many small animals."

Qianli came back to his senses and followed his gaze to look over there: "Really? I didn't notice... I just rented a house with a yard."

Qianli looked for a long time but couldn't find the little animal he mentioned. He lowered his head and took a sip of coffee. The slightly hot liquid slipped into his mouth, which made him frown: "Is it because your eyes are not good now, and your ears can hear very clearly?" , that’s why I noticed small animals.”

Song Zhaolin tilted his head and thought for a long time, then nodded and said, "It's also possible."

Qianli looked at Song Zhaolin's smiling face, feeling comforted and sad in his heart. Since his eyes could not see, Song Zhaolin has become more cheerful, and he can't tell from the surface that he is seriously ill... Originally, he thought that Song Zhaolin This Alpha has a violent temper, and he should be in a worse mood after being sick. I didn't expect him to be so unexpected.

Looking at him, Qianli couldn't help laughing—it always felt like the two of them had entered the stage of retirement early.

"Azhao, can I quit my job?"

Song Zhaolin was pouting and blowing on the cup of warm coffee, and raised his head in surprise when he heard Qianli's words: "What? Why do you want to quit your job?"

Qianli frowned: "Since I was transferred to the capital, I don't think I'm very happy at work... I might as well quit. It just so happens that your eyes are inconvenient, so I'll stay at home and take care of you."

"Hey, the second half of your sentence is the key point. If you are unhappy at work and want to quit, you should have quit long ago."

Song Zhaolin shook his head: "It's not like my eyes are going to get better. Didn't the doctor say that the bandages can be removed in about a month? By then, you've already quit your job, won't you regret it?"

After he finished speaking, he added: "Of course, it would be better if you resigned willingly. In short, it's not that I can't afford you. I wish you could stay with me at home."

Qianli laughed and said, "Then why are you still persuading me?"

"I'm afraid you'll regret it after you resign, and you'll blame me then."

Song Zhaolin pouted: "I don't want to drag you down because of my eyes."

Qianli put the coffee cup on the table and looked out the window. After a moment of silence, he sighed deeply: "Actually, I really don't like the current working environment very much, and the leader doesn't particularly trust me, so I just quit. "

"What? Even an elite like you can't be trusted? Who else does he trust? I'll call and ask my mother to ask."

Song Zhaolin was both surprised and angry—it turned out that Qianli was wearing small shoes by his leader?Why didn't he say it earlier, he would have troubled those guys a long time ago.

Qian Liyi hurriedly said after hearing what he said: "No, no, you are wrong."

——How does this make him explain... He didn't want his family to interfere in the work at all. If he didn't want to find an excuse to resign, he wouldn't move out the leader. I didn't expect that now it would be superfluous, which made Song Zhaolin misunderstand up.

Qianli thought for a long time, "I just don't want to work" still didn't say it out of his mouth after all. Forget it, he should continue to ask for leave. If he insists on resigning, Song Zhaolin will definitely become suspicious again.

"If you don't need me to take care of you, then I'll continue to work here. Sister Xue has already greeted the monitoring station many times. They take good care of me, but they don't let me go on missions. Now go tell others, Something bad."

Song Zhaolin said "oh" in doubt: "But there's nothing wrong with it. In short, it was my mother who insisted on her own way and transferred you here in the first place. Of course, she is obliged to help you settle these things."

"..." She transferred herself here to help, and she was thinking about letting Song Zhaolin run to the villa more, but she didn't expect that now she came here and abducted him to rent a house. Xue Xiangwei might regret it now.

Qianli sighed in his heart, raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "It's almost noon, what do you want to eat today?"

"Hmm... I want to eat the porridge you cooked. The one you cooked last time was delicious. It would be even better if you could put more tripe."

Qianli frowned subconsciously: "That's not easy to digest, so you can't eat it all the time."

Song Zhaolin immediately grabbed Qianli's arm and shook it: "I want to eat..."

"..." Why is this guy acting like a baby more and more!

Qianli sighed, and raised his hand to touch Song Zhaolin's furry head twice: "Okay, I'm going to cook porridge now."

"Don't touch the top of my head all the time, I'm not a child."

He glanced at him from thousands of miles away—wouldn’t children act like a baby without him.

A layer of fluffy hair has grown on the top of Song Zhaolin's head, as he said, his beard grows fast, and his hair grows fast, and it feels that the new hair is darker than before... Strange, It doesn't look like a terminally ill person at all. How can a person with poor health grow such healthy hair?I thought he was going to be a marinated egg for the rest of his life. Did the doctor misdiagnose him?

Of course, about this point, Qianli was just muttering in his heart. Song Zhaolin could not have the same name as anyone else, and that doctor was also the best doctor in the Capital Hospital, so there could be no misdiagnosis.And now they have to go to the hospital for reexamination once a week. If there is a misdiagnosis, they will say it when the time comes.

Just as Qianli put on his apron, the doorbell suddenly rang "Ding Dong". He poked his head out from the kitchen and saw Song Zhaolin standing up from the bed, wanting to go to the door, so he hurriedly stopped him: "I'll just open the door." , you sit down calmly. You will feel better when you knock down later."

Song Zhaolin paused when he got up, and when he heard Qianli briskly running towards the door, that strange feeling suddenly came back—he must have taken care of himself too much...he was not paralyzed anymore.

Qianli opened the door and was a little surprised when he saw the person standing outside the door: "Axu?"

Why is he here.

"Oh, are you here to see Ah Zhao?"

Song Yulin frowned: "You should call me big brother."

Qianli stared at him expressionlessly and was silent for a while: "I am older than you."

——Song Yulin is only one year older than Song Zhaolin, but younger than Qianli. Wouldn't it be a disadvantage for him to call him big brother along with Song Zhaolin?

Song Yulin blinked and blinked: "That's right, I forgot, Ah Zhao was eaten young grass."

"……"Hello!Who are you talking about?

"Who are you calling old?"

What Qianli didn't say made Song Zhaolin say it. After hearing the voice outside the house, he yelled through a door: "Qianli! If he talks nonsense again, let him go!"

Qianli looked at Song Yulin expressionlessly, thinking that I would also like to let him go, but it is hard to say such words...

Song Yulin completely ignored Song Zhaolin's scolding, looked at Qianli and said, "Otherwise, let's talk about it first?"

Qianli silently turned sideways to make a gap: "Please come in."