If the reminder fails, you will be teased

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Luo, to trouble you." The duty officer of the security department of the apartment kept sending him to the gate of the community, bowing and apologizing to him again. "If there are similar situations in the future... I hope you can communicate with Mr. Qiao."

Luo Wangshu's cheeks and ears were red, and he bowed back: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong this time, and this kind of thing will definitely not happen again in the future."

After today, Luo Wangshu felt that the next time he came here, he would probably have a lot of psychological shadow.

He walked to the nearest bus stop, and before he could sit down and think about his life, the phone in his pocket started vibrating.

Looking at the eye-catching word "Qiao Wei" on the screen of the phone, Luo Wangshu couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his forehead, feeling very complicated for a while.

"Did you have fun at my house today?" Qiao Wei smiled as soon as the call was connected, but he didn't say anything good when he opened his mouth.

Luo Wangshu sat on a chair on the platform, propped his chin on his elbows, and sighed while resting his forehead: "...Why are you not at home this time?"

"Didn't I tell you, I'm in the hospital." Qiao Wei's voice was still a little lazy, lacking energy.Originally, Luo Wangshu thought that the other party was being lazy on purpose, but from this look, this man was really sick. "It's you who don't believe me."

"It's not that you always lie to others." Qiao Wei's grievances were deliberately feigned, while Luo Wangshu's grievances were genuine. "...The face of 20 years has been completely lost today."

As soon as the voice fell, a deep and magnetic laughter came from the other end of the phone. After the signal was transmitted, it seemed more sexy and pleasant.

"You're still laughing!" Luo Wangshu Mingming wanted to yell at him, but when he heard his laughter and thought about what happened today, he couldn't help laughing, he just couldn't get angry. "Do not laugh."

"Okay, okay, I don't laugh." Qiao Wei really stopped laughing slowly, probably because he really realized that he was the culprit of this incident, and his tone softened. "Where are you now?"

"The bus stop outside your house." Luo Wangshu freed his forehead from his palm, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the bus on the left.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Qiao Wei listened to the clear voice of the other party, and automatically imagined the appearance of a clean-looking young man curled up in a chair with aggrieved face, and couldn't help laughing again.

"No." Luo Wangshu took down his phone and looked at the time, after a toss, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and he went to the company's tea room to find something to eat later.

"Go home and have dinner." Qiao Wei seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and sighed softly on the phone, but he didn't seem to. "Don't worry about it, I'll explain it to Guo Yi for you."

Do you have to leave early today?

Luo Wangshu felt a little embarrassed, although Guo Yi didn't know what to say, but she left early one after another, anyone would feel bad about it

"No need." He refused. "You take good care of yourself in the hospital. I'll go back to the company today."

"You can come to the hospital to find me." Qiao Wei smiled. "I have something for you."

"Manuscript?" Luo Wangshu's eyes lit up.

"I'm a patient." Qiao Wei said helplessly. "Could it be that without the existence of the manuscript, I have no communication value for you?"

Luo Wangshu stood up from his chair, flashed the three problematic manuscripts submitted by Qiao Wei, and deliberately blocked him: "You are right."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered Qiao Wei's threat to him several times to "deliver the manuscript after August", and immediately changed his words, serious and serious: "No, how can you belittle yourself like this."

Qiao Wei laughed again: "Really?"

"Of course." Luo Wangshu didn't even blink his eyes, he was so tormented by Qiao Wei these days that he came here casually. "You are good-looking and talented. It is a great fortune to associate with someone like you. How could it be worthless?"

The most important point is to be shameless.

Luo Wangshu secretly added in his heart.

Even though he knew that these words were against his will, Qiao Wei was still coaxed by the little guy into elation: "Then I..."

"My car is here, there are a lot of people in it!" Luo Wangshu interrupted him, raised his voice twice, and then said to him very fast. "I'll get in the car first, please tell me when you are discharged from the hospital." He paused, and quickly added: "Get well soon, and leave the hospital quickly."

After finishing speaking, without giving Qiao Wei a chance to speak again, he directly removed the phone from his ear and cut off the call severely.

At this time, Qiao Wei, who was lying in the hospital ward, looked at the phone he hung up in a little surprise, and after two seconds, he chuckled.

The little white rabbit has really grown up.

He curled his lips, turned the spare key of the apartment around his fingertips, and his long, bony fingers flicked twice on the phone screen, dialing a familiar number.

Luo Wangshu here just dropped two coins into the coin box of the bus, and the phone lying in his pocket started to vibrate again.

He chose a seat by the window and sat down, glanced at the caller ID, heaved a sigh of relief, and pressed the answer button: "Editor Guo."

"I heard that Qiao Wei is sick. You just happened to be outside. Today, I will buy some fruit for the company and go to the hospital to see him. You don't need to come back." Guo Yi still spoke in a business-like tone, speaking quickly but clearly. "The company will reimburse you for the expenses."

As soon as the words were finished, Guo Yi thought of someone's special order: "There is Jiajing Mansion on Qingnian West Road, I have made an appointment for you, go to eat first."

Luo Wangshu almost choked on his saliva: "...Editor-in-Chief, Jing Mansion can't afford it."

"Someone is reimbursed, what are you worried about?" Guo Yi told him the ward number, and it was difficult to say a few more words. "Try to build a good relationship with Qiao Wei at ordinary times, maybe it will be easier to press the manuscript."

Feeling frightened, Luo Wangshu asked incredulously: "But Editor-in-Chief Guo, didn't you tell me before that you should treat Qiao Wei as cold and ruthless as winter, and only care about urging manuscripts, and don't care about anything else? "

"Cold and heartless?" Guo Yi sneered unceremoniously. "Have you ever been ruthless? Little brat."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Luo Wangshu slowly took the phone from his ear, couldn't help but gently bumped his forehead against the window glass, and let out a long sigh.

At least he kept talking about the press time!

Fortunately, the direction of the private hospital was not much different from the direction of Ruiyi Company, so this bus was not in vain.

Luo Wangshu got off the train two stops earlier than usual, went to Jing Mansion for lunch according to what Guo Yi said, and then walked to the subway station to the hospital where Qiao Wei was.

The price of the fruit shop near the hospital was higher than that in ordinary places. As a young man who was not spoiled by a rich family, Luo Wangshu deliberately went to the supermarket next door to pick up a fruit basket and brought it back.

He curled his fingers and tapped on the door twice with his knuckles. After hearing Qiao Wei's response, Luo Wangshu took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked in.

Qiao Wei lived in a high-class single ward. Although the room was not large, the decoration and facilities were exquisite and low-key.If it weren't for the hospital's uniform snow-white mattresses and obvious medical beds, Luo Wangshu would have thought he was meeting Qiao Wei in a small hotel.

Capitalist scum.

Luo Wangshu silently said something in his heart, carrying the fruit basket, and sat on the single sofa beside the hospital bed with his eyes bent: "Why don't you just live in a luxury suite?"

Qiao Wei watched him come in, gently closed the book he was reading, leaned on the backrest and looked at him with a smile: "Slight illness, stay for two days and leave."

"What's wrong?" Luo Wangshu looked at his face and asked him.

Compared with the last time we met, Qiao Wei's expression was obviously haggard, and her thin lips, which were originally light in color, were also a little white.

Unexpectedly, even if this person is sick, he can still remember his shameless attributes, the corners of his lips raised, and he uttered three words lightly: "Lovesickness."

The worry in Luo Wangshu's eyebrows was choked to dissipate most of it. He rolled his eyes imperceptibly to the side, lifted the fruit basket on his lap, shook it in front of him, and then placed it on the bedside. On the low cabinet next to the bed: "The company's sympathy gift, I hope you can recover soon."

Submit early.

He secretly added a sentence in his heart.

"Do you want me to recover as soon as possible, or do you want me to deliver the manuscript sooner?" Qiao Wei glanced at the fruit basket, and then his eyes fell back on him.

Luo Wangshu's brows trembled, he tried his best to smile brightly, and said honestly, "Of course I hope you will recover soon, and then hand in the manuscript sooner."

Qiao Wei crossed her fingers, and she looked even fairer and slender on the snow-white thin quilt: "But I didn't feel your sincerity."

Hearing this familiar sentence, Luo Wangshu's heart skipped a beat, and the corners of his mouth froze.

What the hell is this guy trying to do.

"What you gave me was just a flashy fruit basket." Qiao Wei's next words fully turned Luo Wangshu's bad premonition into reality. "I'd rather eat the fruit you personally picked for me."

Luo Wangshu pursed his lips and curled his fingertips.

"But you brought the fruit basket yourself so hard, it doesn't matter. Let me think about it—" Qiao Wei raised his chin slightly, frowning slightly, showing a thoughtful look. "If I can eat the apples you peeled with your own hands, I think I will be able to write freely, and I will be able to figure out how to write the following [-] to [-] characters when I cultivate myself."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Wangshu also crossed his fingers.

But Qiao Wei's fingers crossed casually, and Luo Wangshu's fingers almost poked into the back of his hand.

"Okay, wait a moment." Luo Wangshu squeezed out a sincere smile, got up and was about to tear off the plastic wrap wrapped on the top of the fruit basket.

"Wait." Qiao Wei raised his hand to signal him to stop, sat up straight on the bed, turned sideways, stretched out his fingertips and slowly tore off the plastic wrap bit by bit. "I have to open the gift you gave me myself."

As he spoke, he picked up a very red apple from the middle of the fruit basket and stuffed it into Luo Wangshu's hand with a smile.

Luo Wangshu opened his eyes wide, stood by the bed and lowered his head to look at the smiling Qiao Wei, desperately resisting the urge to slam the apple directly on the oiran's face in front of him, took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the room without hesitation. In the bathroom of the ward.

After he left, Qiao Wei quickly stuffed the apartment key into the side pocket of his backpack, sat back without changing his expression, and stuffed the medical records on the other side into the drawer.

The author has something to say: Up to now, some little angels have a lot of opinions on Old Qiao, so I will say a few words here.

There was a reason for Lao Qiao's death, which will be explained slowly later.

Probably because I wrote it too long. Although I have written twenty chapters, in fact, Lao Qiao and Xiao Luo’s contact with reality has only been three or four days. Lao Qiao only delayed the manuscript three times in order to submit the manuscript Delaying time, as for the reason, it will be revealed later.The incident of breaking the door in the last chapter was completely caused by Xiao Luo being misled by the people in the editorial department. Old Qiao really didn't want to do anything.

As for Xiao Luo's attitude, it also needs to change slowly. It is inevitable to go back, but not in three or four days.

The truth of the matter is Tangtangtang (probably?), Xiao Luo will let go in front of Lao Qiao in a short time, and Lao Qiao will fall off the horse in a very cool way!

It would be great if everyone can accept it, but if you really can’t bear it _(:з」∠)_, please don’t hate me, we respect each other and love you all.

In addition... There is no serious illness!Hiding medical records is not because of serious illness!

Finally, thank you for your support every day, and bow.