i really don't like you

Mo Zijin smiled and said nothing, shaking the little notebook in his hand.

Perhaps for the sake of exercising, he parted the bangs in front of his forehead, revealing a smooth forehead and a very delicate face. This was the first time Jiang Yuebai had seen his appearance clearly, and could not help but sigh: "Little Mo, you It’s better not to have bangs in the future, just show your forehead like this.”

"No." Mo Zijin shook his head seriously, "Senior Brother Jiang also has bangs."

"So?" Jiang Yuebai brushed a few strands of hair in front of her forehead unconsciously: "It's because I was naughty when I was a child that I knocked my forehead to the corner of the wall and left a scar, so I used to keep a bang to cover it since I was a child, but you are different."

Mo Zijin stopped talking again, put down the notebook temporarily, picked up the racket in a dignified manner, and said to him, "Come on, Senior Brother Jiang."

Hey, little guy, is this a blatant provocation?

Jiang Yuebai gladly took up the challenge, and the two fought fiercely. Jiang Yuebai loved to play table tennis since he was a child, and his level is naturally not weak, but he didn't expect that Mo Zijin could catch his move.

The two fought for several rounds, and Jiang Yuebai narrowly won the ping-pong battle. After the end, he was out of breath and went to buy water. When he came back, he saw Mo Zijin writing and drawing in a small notebook, whispering Chanting: "I'm not good at sports, but I like table tennis."

"Why don't you add skiing, the only sport I like." Jiang Yuebai reminded from the side, watching him carefully: "Xiao Mo, what are you doing?"

Mo Zijin put the notebook away, pursed his lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I just want to get to know you better."

"Why? What's the use of knowing me?"

"Yes." Mo Zijin said, his tone was a bit erratic, and his heart was not here: "For me, this is very important."

"Okay." He was so sincere, Jiang Yuebai couldn't bear to tear things down again: "But let's agree first, you can collect information, but you can't mess around, and you can't follow these things."

"Of course!" Mo Zijin said hastily, blushing, "I didn't mean anything malicious, Brother Jiang. I'm just...doing what I want to do."

"Okay," Jiang Yuebai smiled at him: "Then I also fully respect your privacy, I don't ask what you are for, let's go now, I am tired after playing golf all afternoon. Do you want to have dinner together?"

"Yes..." Mo Zijin hurriedly took out his small notebook to check: "The next item is to see what is the brother's favorite dish."

Jiang Yuebai: "..."

At night, he told his military officer Zhang Wanwan about this matter, and the other party was obviously very, very, very sure: "This is the end of the matter, Mr. Jiang, don't tell me you still have to pretend you don't understand, right?"

Jiang Yuebai's heart was already shaken to the limit, and she was extremely distressed: "How should I put it, half and half, I still can't believe it."

"Okay, then keep watching, don't blame me for not reminding you when it's late."

Jiang Yuebai was anxious, and said helplessly: "Then what can I do now? Ask someone out and refuse seriously?"

"Before that," Zhang Wanwan on WeChat said, "Mr. Jiang, I have to confirm one thing first. Are you... interested in men?"

"..." Six ellipses were sent.

A voice was quickly sent over there, first there was a hahaha laugh, and then he heard Zhang Wanwan say: "Actually, this is nothing. Now that this aspect is becoming more and more open, it has long been no surprise. In fact, many people are invisible. of bisexuals, and which way they lean depends on the gender of the love of their life."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Wanwan sent over a picture of a macho man showing off his muscles: "How is it? Are you interested in looking at it?"

Jiang Yuebai clicked his tongue, deleted the photo in disgust, and immediately said: "I'm sure, I'm not interested in men."

"What about this?" Another photo was sent, and it turned out to be Song Yi, who was wearing a surgical gown to receive guests, apparently secretly photographed, and Song Yi's face suddenly appeared on the screen, Jiang Yuebai's heart beat suddenly. , before he could react, the photo had already been withdrawn: "Sorry, sorry, I sent it wrong, this is this."

In the picture sent this time, the naked person turned into a stunner in a sexy bikini.

Jiang Yuebai looked at the photo carefully, then said blankly, "I don't feel it."

"..." The other party sent six points, and asked in horror: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, you don't... feel frigid!"

"...Can you be more reliable?" Jiang Yuebai quickly cut through the mess: "Back to the topic, what should I do about Dr. Mo? Should I ask someone out and refuse in person? Or should I make a clear statement?" SMS?"

"Of course you can't do both!" Zhang Jun began to analyze: "People haven't officially confessed their love to you, why are you refusing? When Doctor Xiao Mo says that you have misunderstood, the one who will be ashamed is Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yuebai nodded heavily: "It makes sense. So?"

"So you have to pick and choose, and always let yourself take the initiative. That's one word, wait, if Doctor Xiao Mo just has a sad secret love for you, and if you don't tell him until he dies, then nothing will happen to you. It's never too late for you to refuse, why make the relationship so stiff now?"

"That's what I said, but Xiao Mo is like this now. I don't know when he will come over and ask to understand me. What should I do?"

"Hold on, Mr. Jiang, anyway, Xiao Mo is not doing much to you, at most he is a little uncomfortable, is it better than arguing with Dr. Mo, right? At that time, your relationship with Dr. Song will definitely be affected, after all, But the relationship between a teacher and a brother who came out of university doesn't seem to be much worse than yours."

Thinking of this, undoubtedly touched Jiang Yuebai's bottom line, as long as it doesn't affect his relationship with his only good friend Song Yi, everything else doesn't matter.

Then continue to wait and see.

Once the psychological construction is done, Jiang Yuebai's heavy burden on this matter is also unloaded, and the treatment of Dr. Mo is the same as before. Anyway, the two of them usually do not interact much, so the superficial harmony is maintained, and life is smooth Calculated in the past.

On this day, Jiang Yuebai came to find Song Yi for dinner as usual. Song Yi went to the parking lot to pick up the car. When he entered, he was alone, but when he came out, there were two people. Zijin was startled, hurriedly went to the back seat, Song Yi started the car, Mo Zijin turned to him and said:

"I'm sorry, brother, my car broke down temporarily. I got off at the Budweiser intersection."

Jiang Yuebai hurriedly said, "What are you telling me, sorry? Haha, this is Song Yi's car, not mine."

The car was driving smoothly and the road was silent. What broke the silence was Mo Zijin's cell phone which rang suddenly. He picked it up, said a few words, then hung up, tilted his head and said to Song Yi: "Brother, the higher-ups are urging this week's Report it, please send it to me so that I can integrate it and try to send it before tonight."

Song Yi said: "Wait a moment"

"Thank you brother"

While waiting for the traffic lights, Song Yi fiddled with her phone, then looked at Mo Zijin: "It's over."

"Ok"

Jiang Yuebai watched from the side, feeling that something was a little wrong.

There is no computer here, how did Song Yishi pass the file over?

After returning home, Jiang Yuebai took the initiative to send Mo Zijin a WeChat message: "Little Mo, are you asleep? I want to ask you something."

The reply over there was a bit late, and the news came after about half an hour: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuebai asked: "Your Senior Brother Song sent you a file today, how did you send it? Text messages can also send files?"

Mo Zijin sent a voice, soft and sticky: "What text message are you talking about? Brother Song sent it through WeChat."

WeChat?Didn't Song Yi never use WeChat?Every time Jiang Yuebai persuaded him countless times, Song Yi felt that these social softwares were a waste of time, so he never downloaded any of them.

"When did you have his WeChat?"

Mo Zijin replied: "It's very early. When I first entered the Second Hospital, I already added contact information to each other. After all, we belong to the same department."

Now, Mr. Jiang's petty temper came up, and Youyou said goodnight to Dr. Mo, angrily fell down on the bed and tossed and turned before going to sleep.

As soon as I got off work the next day, I went directly to the Second Hospital, and went straight to Song Yi's office. When I went, only Wen Heng was there: "Hey, you are unlucky today, Song Yi is quite free all afternoon. But just then there was a car accident at the gate of the Second Hospital, and Song Yi just pushed someone into the operating room, and it probably took several hours."

Jiang Yuebai returned home, still angrily unable to fall asleep, and sent a text message to Song Yi after 11 o'clock: "Get off work?"

Over there, Song Yi just came out of the shower, saw the unread message and called back directly: "It's so late and you haven't slept yet?"

Jiang Yuebai said angrily: "Doctor Song! I am very disappointed in you!"