After performing the routine rounds and carrying out the doctor's orders, Fu Lang sent two WeChat messages to Liang Yicheng, and immediately received calls from several patients. It was already past eight o'clock when he finished his work.

When Fu Lang returned to the duty room, Wang Ruizhen had just finished eating the takeaway. When he saw him coming in, he was startled, and then said with a smile on his face, "Brother Fu."

Wang Ruizhen is the only son of the dean. Although he just joined the job this year, due to his status, there should not be many night shifts, but Fu Lang has met him several times in a row when he was on the night shift.

Fu Lang nodded as a greeting.

He took out the box lunch he made before going to work from the refrigerator, heated it in the microwave oven, and was about to eat a late dinner, when Wang Ruizhen, who was standing by the side, suddenly bent down, put one hand on the table beside Fu Lang, and said: "Brother Fu, did you bring your own food today? Wow, it's so rich, did you make it yourself?"

Fu Lang frowned at the pungent smell of cologne, moved away a little, and said, "The family members of the 12-bed family want to find the doctor on duty, can I trouble Dr. Wang to see it?"

Wang Ruizhen looked at him intently, and after a few seconds, he turned around, picked up the medical records, and walked out of the duty room quickly.

Fu Lang had been busy working all night, and now he only felt a dull pain in his forehead.

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, the phone on the table vibrated.

Liang Yicheng sent a video.

When Fu Lang saw that the preview screen of the video was a mass of white fur balls, probably his own cat, he suddenly felt a little funny.

The video was filmed from top to bottom, and only a bunch of messy bristling hairs on the top of the little white cat's head were captured. The two cat's paws were held up high as if surrendering, and I don't know what it was doing.

Liang Yicheng also seemed to realize that the angle was not right. He raised his hand, and the picture changed to him holding his mobile phone blankly.

Seeing his stupid appearance, Liang Yicheng panicked immediately, and the camera shook violently for a while, before finally adjusting to only capture the little white cat meowing on his chest.

Fu Lang usually didn't feel anything when he saw the little white cat every day, but from Liang Yicheng's video, he found that the little white cat had indeed grown up a lot.It stood up with its two legs on Liang Yicheng's thigh, and its two front paws could hook on the collar of Liang Yicheng's polo shirt, making it look very slender.

A white hand appeared in the picture, grabbed the two unruly cat paws, pulled one off, let go, and pulled the other. It turned out that the cat paw was immediately hooked back, and repeated several times After that, Liang Yicheng's weak voice came from the screen: "Is your son bullying me? It almost disfigured me just now..."

Fu Lang laughed, his nerves that had been tense all night gradually relaxed, and he slowly replied: "Is it because you bullied him first?"

[An orange:! ! ! 】

[An orange: I am not!I don't! ! 】

[An orange: It was obviously the first mover! ! ! 】

Fu Lang could feel Liang Yicheng's indignation through the screen. Thinking of the kid's flushed face that day, his heart suddenly felt a little itchy, and he accidentally pressed the video chat invitation.

Not long after, the video was connected.

The picture is still his cat, but the field of view of the video chat is larger than that recorded by Liang Yicheng. Therefore, Fu Lang can clearly see two white and beautiful legs above the collar that the white wolf's cat claws pulled down. The clavicle, and the deep clavicle fossa above.

Fu Lang froze for a moment, and staggered his gaze.

"Hello? Brother Fu? Are you done?"

"Well, let's eat now."

Fu Lang casually opened the lunch box, glanced at the screen of the phone, and suddenly felt that the few tufts of his cat's son's hair were inexplicably obtrusive, so he asked, "Did the white wolf scratch your face? Did you scratch it?"

"No."

"Let me see."

The screen finally moved up slowly, and Liang Yi Qingxiu's face was reflected.

He opened his two black deer eyes and looked at the camera in a daze.

Seeing that Fu Lang was staring at the screen seriously, he looked down at the cat awkwardly, a slight blush slowly appeared on the side of his face, and said in a low voice, "It didn't hurt me. I hid quickly."

Seeing that there was no wound on Liang Yicheng's face, Fu Lang said "Mmm", put his phone on the table, picked up his chopsticks, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, what I wanted to eat just now, Xiaobai... the white wolf came to make trouble and won't let me eat it."

"Hit it."

"??? Is there a father like you?!"

Liang Yicheng stared at the screen in disbelief, and the reaction of the guard was very funny.

Fu Lang's mood suddenly became very good, and he teased: "Then, why don't you do it?"

The person in the picture immediately panicked: "I, I, I..."

Seeing that even the tips of Liang Yicheng's ears were red, Fu Lang felt a little strange, so he coughed lightly and said, "White Wolf hasn't been weaned yet, and although he usually eats cat food, he will clamor for milk when someone is at home. Give it some milk for me."

"Good, good."

Fu Lang also lowered his head, absently picked up a scrambled egg with shrimps and put it into his mouth, then said: "You should eat first, and then feed it after eating. Is today's food suitable for your appetite?"

"That's right! I love to eat them all!"

Liang Yicheng didn't seem to want to hang up the video, so he also put his mobile phone on the dining table, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, but didn't even look at the food on the table, and stared at him fixedly. When he saw him look up, he immediately lowered his head and wolfed it down. .

Fu Lang secretly laughed.

This little fool may have forgotten that there will be a delay in the video.

Even if there was no delay, how could Fu Lang fail to understand the emotion overflowing from the clear deer eyes.

Fu Lang didn't remind him aloud, he just pretended not to notice, and the two ate quietly.

Not long after, the little white cat hanging on Liang Yicheng's chest seemed to finally realize that his protest was futile, turned back angrily, and stretched out a paw to pat his bowl.

Liang Yicheng put down the bowl dejectedly, grabbed the cat's paw with both hands and lifted it up, and said aggrievedly: "No, it won't let people eat until this little ancestor is fed first..."

Fu Lang laughed in a low voice. Just as he was about to speak, someone came up behind him and said, "Brother Fu, is this your cat? It's so cute!"

Fu Lang's face suddenly darkened. He quickly picked up the phone, blocked the view of the people behind him with his body, and said, "Don't worry about it, you eat first, I'll hang up."

Fu Lang cut off the video, put down the phone, and then slowly turned around.

Wang Ruizhen had already taken off her white coat, and was only wearing a white deep V shirt, exposing a large area of ​​skin on her chest.

Wang Ruizhen stood very close to Fu Lang, staring at him intently.

Fu Lang's eyes didn't rest on Wang Ruizhen's body, he just passed him to look at the wall clock behind him, then turned his head, closed most of the leftover lunch box, stood up, and said, "I'm going to measure my blood pressure."

"Aren't you going to eat first?"

"Ate."

Without looking back, Fu Lang left the duty room without saying a word.

After hanging up the phone call with Fu Lang, Liang Yicheng patted his hot face a few times in a daze, then he was stunned for a while, then fell down on the sofa with his arms around the little white cat.

He gave up struggling.

He really likes Fu Lang.

Just thinking of Fu Lang, his heart will turn into a rebellious wild horse.

Run wildly, roar wildly.

He had to bind it with heavy moral shackles.

Because, if he trusts the horse freely, what he can't face in the end is himself.

But it doesn't mean that he can resist the throbbing that Fu Lang brought to him.

Looking at Fu Lang's face, he blushed.Hearing Fu Lang's voice, his heart will beat like a drum

Even just thinking about the smell on Fu Lang's body made his mouth dry.

Now, he ate the food made by Fu Lang, even though he was too full to swallow, he still ate everything.

Of course, these were all Fu Lang's cooking pots.

Because, it is impossible for him to admit that he is not willing to waste even a little bit of food that Fu Lang cooks for him.

After all, that would be ridiculous.

It's too sad.

The author says:

Update suddenly!Surprised or not? Surprised or not (*^▽^*) Xiao Chengzi is still in bitter love today [sigh

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