Qingqiu [Transmigration Book]

"Did you call Yuan He?" Mu Qingqiu closed the door of the ward.

"No. Yuan He is not here recently. My grandfather was ill a while ago, and Yuan He went back to help." Meng Zijun

"Then you recently..." Mu Qingqiu was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I'm not the young master, so I can't." Meng Zijun looked at the boxed lunch on the small table and frowned, "You didn't eat dinner, did you? I asked the nurse for a box of sick meals, so I'll just let it go?"

"Okay." Mu Qingqiu took the chopsticks, took a bite, and swallowed slowly.

How can the patient's meal in the hospital be so unpalatable?

The patient was not in good spirits after the operation, and it was a double blow to give him such an unpalatable meal!

Mu Qingqiu looked at Meng Zijun in disbelief.

The male lead ate plainly with one hand, and he didn't seem to think it was wrong.

But there is not even a diced meat on the dinner plate. Doesn’t it mean that patients are most likely to lack protein after surgery?How about making it up?

Mu Qingqiu got up and went to the doctor, wanting to ask if there were any taboos.

"Are you hungry now?"

"I'm not particularly hungry, but I need something to eat." Meng Zijun said.

"Wait for me, don't eat." Mu Qingqiu took out both lunch boxes.

After closing the door, Mu Qingqiu did not see the corner of the mouth of the person on the hospital bed raised.

After taking a taxi to the supermarket, and then back to the apartment, Mu Qingqiu made a simple bento.

The doctor said to avoid greasy food and avoid too much water in the soup. Meng Zijun injured his kidneys and slightly stabbed his liver, so they should not be burdened.

So most of the vegetables are boiled in water. Mu Qingqiu didn't dare to put too much salt. He was afraid that Meng Zijun would want to drink water if he ate too much salt. He also steamed a turbot fish, picked out all the fish bones, and put a little fish meat in an insulated lunch box. inside.

After getting ready, Mu Qingqiu picked up the car keys hanging on the entrance, and drove to the hospital.

When he pushed the door and walked in, he didn't know what the male lead was joking with the nurse. The two talked and laughed, and Meng Zijun smiled happily.

Hearing the sound of the door, the nurse turned around and bowed her head to say hello before leaving.

"What did you do?" Meng Zijun asked.

"The patient's meal is too unpalatable. I'll make you some, and you'll eat it." Mu Qingqiu walked to the bed, set up the small table, put the lunch box lightly, and took out the tableware.

The moment the lunch box is opened, the aroma overflows.The green kidney beans are neatly stacked, and the golden egg roll separates the white and tender fish.

Holding the spoon in his right hand, Meng Zijun scooped up a piece of fish, "Did you cook it? It's delicious."

"As long as it suits your appetite." Mu Qingqiu moved a chair and sat by the bed.

Seeing that the male protagonist picked up rice with a spoon for a long time, but he didn't pick it up, Mu Qingqiu noticed that the male protagonist's left hand was wrapped in gauze.

"Do you mind if I feed you?" Mu Qingqiu said suddenly, he felt a little offended only after asking the question, the relationship between the two of them is not so good yet.

Just when I was about to talk, I heard the male lead say: "Is it okay? Then I will trouble you. Ah——"

Mu Qingqiu:? ! ? ...

"Is there any seasoning in the rice? It's sour and sweet." Meng Zijun asked.

"Well, I was afraid you would find it tasteless, so I poured a little sushi vinegar on it." Mu Qingqiu scooped up a spoonful of fried eggs, put it next to Meng Zijun's mouth, and waited for him to open his mouth.

"Qingqiu always brings me surprises." Meng Zijun laughed.

An hour later, dinner was finally finished, no, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it supper.

Mu Qingqiu washed the lunch box, dried his hands and checked his mailbox. He left in a hurry in the afternoon and forgot about stamping.

The latest is the report from Tian Xun, because the phone on the plane couldn't get through, Tian Xun wasn't sure if Mu Qingqiu still needs to check, so even though the official seal came back, the contract still hasn't been stamped.

In the email, Nakata Xun also summarized the progress of various departments and made a form.

Mu Qingqiu felt a little awkward thinking about the official seal, so he replied in the email and asked Tian Xun to help find a safe locksmith to change the lock of the drawer on the weekend, and put a pair of keys at Tian Xun's place, and wait for him to come back. give him.

There is also Jiang Xin's email, reporting on the filing and sorting of the files.

Mu Qingqiu saw that the middlemen on the construction site were all unaware contractors, and suddenly remembered that when he first arrived at Qingzheng Real Estate, some contractors asked for more salary. There was no formal record, and in the end it was blackmailed.

In the email, Mu Qingqiu asked Jiang Xin to sort out the personnel list of the construction project as soon as possible, and the temporary workers should also sort out and keep it for the record.

After reading Yang Tianyi's reasonable tax avoidance plan, Mu Qingqiu replied.

It was getting late, Mu Qingqiu thought about going back to the apartment and coming back tomorrow morning.When he raised his eyes, he saw Meng Zijun staring at him in a daze.

"What's wrong? There's... something on my face?" Mu Qingqiu slowly touched his face.

"No. Answering the email?" Meng Zijun replied calmly, changing the subject.

"Well. Some trivial things in the company need to be dealt with."

"Did you not eat?" Meng Zijun asked again.

"I ate a little while making fish for you. I'm not very hungry, so it doesn't matter if I eat a little less at night." Mu Qingqiu replied.

"Oh. Help me to the bathroom."

"what?"

Not talking back and forth, Mu Qingqiu didn't react for a while.

"I'm going to the toilet."

Mu Qingqiu understood, but he didn't understand either. It was the waist that was injured, not the leg. Logically speaking, there was no need to hold him.

Mu Qingqiu stood on Meng Zijun's left side, carefully helping him up.Meng Zijun took a step forward and took a deep breath in pain.Mu Qingqiu saw his face in pain, thought for a while, and hugged him sideways.

The male protagonist's body is not heavy, and it is very easy for Mu Qingqiu to walk such a short distance to the bathroom.

Mu Qingqiu squatted down so that Meng Zijun's feet could easily reach the ground, and slowly let him down. After he stood still, he turned around and said, "Tell me when you're done." Then he went out of the bathroom and took it with him. Door.

Watching the man leave, Meng Zijun was still immersed in the surprise of being picked up. After a long while, he finally came to his senses, sighed lightly, and took off his hospital pants.

In the end, Mu Qingqiu still didn't go back to the apartment to sleep, but rested on the bed next to him.

That night, he slept very lightly, he was afraid that Meng Zijun would get up to go to the toilet alone in the middle of the night, causing his wounds.

In the early morning, Mu Qingqiu heard Meng Zijun talking in his sleep, couldn't make out what he said, got up to check, touched his forehead, he had a low fever.He hurried to call the doctor.

After checking for a while, the doctor said it was a normal reaction, and if the fever did not subside after an hour, he would call him again.

An hour later, Mu Qingqiu took his temperature and the fever subsided.The worried stone fell down.

It was just dawn, Mu Qingqiu glanced at his phone, it was seven o'clock.

Although he didn't rest well, he still got up.

Mu Qingqiu went out to a nearby breakfast shop to buy two bowls of porridge, and went to the bakery to buy some bread.

When he returned to the ward, Meng Zijun had already woken up.

"I'm going to get the doctor to check it out."

"I've already called. The police called just now and said they've been arrested. The prisoner said your name."

"Um?!!"

Mu Qingqiu was dumbfounded.

It is not difficult to catch a prisoner in the central business district. Last night, the Public Security Bureau had locked the hotel where the prisoner was staying, and was planning to conduct an investigation this morning. However, the prisoner surrendered himself to the police guarding the hotel entrance this morning.

"Do you know this person?"

Mu Qingqiu looked at the unpretentious photo of the prisoner and shook his head, "Who is she?"

"Xu Yuanyuan. Do you know her?"

"Xu Yuanyuan? I know you." Mu Qingqiu tried his best to recall, but didn't expect the girl to wear such heavy makeup that day?

"Did she say something? Why did you ask me first?" Mu Qingqiu asked.

"She said she turned herself in to see you."

"see me?"

Mu Qingqiu got into the police car again. In the car, he still didn't understand why Xu Yuanyuan would be violent?This girl doesn't look like a radical person.

As soon as Xu Yuanyuan entered the door, she saw Mu Qingqiu through the glass.

"You came to see me."

The girl looked haggard, but very happy.

"I killed Meng Zijun for you. You said before that you don't like girls. But you are so gentle towards girls, how could you not like them? It must be because Meng Zijun is too good and dazzling, and attracted you, so you are confused, I think I like men."

The girl smiled happily, as if a child got a big handful of candy, but the words were indeed so crazy.

Mu Qingqiu couldn't help shivering.

"Qingqiu, do you know? From the moment you rescued me, pulled me out of the darkness, out of the quagmire, and let me see the light, you are my god. I didn't dare to say that before, but I can't now. It doesn't matter anymore. As long as my god regains freedom and is free from stains, I am willing to go through fire and water for you, even to be charged with crimes, and death is fearless."

"Is liking the same sex a stain on you?" Mu Qingqiu chuckled, "Love is indiscriminate, regardless of gender."

Besides, I'm not gay.

Mu Qingqiu saw the unbelievable expression on the girl's face on the other side of the glass, and stood up emotionally: "How is it possible! You are bewitched by him!"

Xu Yuanyuan slapped the glass excitedly, and the prison guards on the side quickly restrained her on the chair.

"I wasn't deluded. It was because you were not sober. I was only sorry to help you. I wasn't sent by heaven to save you, nor was it your god. It just happened that I saw it, and it was within my ability, so Willing to help, that's all."

Mu Qingqiu left after explaining plainly.

He had no sympathy for the girl at all.

For those who would rather remain ambiguous than wake up in the dream, Mu Qingqiu only hopes that there will be no more interaction in the future.

After the police asked some questions, Mu Qingqiu left the police station.

He felt very guilty towards Meng Zijun.

If he hadn't broken up so arbitrarily at the beginning, maybe the male lead wouldn't have been affected.

Mu Qingqiu bought some fruits, asked the system, and learned that the male protagonist has no feelings for fruits, and it is best to eat them directly without peeling or spitting out the seeds.

When Mu Qingqiu returned to the ward, the doctor was checking Meng Zijun's wound.

From a distance, Mu Qingqiu caught a glimpse of a 9 cm scar, the black and red scabs were shocking.

Mu Qingqiu stood quietly by the side and watched the nurse wipe the gauze with rubbing alcohol.

After the doctors and nurses left, Mu Qingqiu asked, "Do you want to eat fruit? I'll peel it for you and buy some apples and oranges."

"Eat the apple. What did the police say?" Meng Zijun leaned against the pillow.

While explaining the ins and outs, Mu Qingqiu peeled an apple.

The ark-colored apple peel falls down, revealing the goose-yellow flesh inside, inch by inch, lingering endlessly.

"So, are you guilty?" Meng Zijun asked suddenly after hearing this, but the answer was already obvious, "It's not necessary, it's not your problem." After speaking, Meng Zijun raised his hand and snorted. Qingqiu's head.

"Crack."

The knife in his hand paused.

The broken apple peel landed silently, forming a circle on the tiles.

Mu Qingqiu looked at the apple peel on the ground, picked it up indifferently, and continued to peel off the rest.

Indeed, this is not actually my problem.

The apple was cut into eight pieces, and Mu Qingqiu removed the core, "Here." Handed out one piece, and put the rest on paper.

Then he got up and threw away the core and skin, and washed the fruit knife.

The author has something to say: [If this article is a mutual attack (Mu Qingqiu×Meng Zijun)]

While explaining the ins and outs, Mu Qingqiu peeled an apple.

The akane-colored apple peel was peeled off, and the protective shell was removed, revealing the goose-yellow flesh inside without any scruples.

The red was falling down inch by inch, like a lingering concubine-colored silk satin.

"So, are you guilty?" Meng Zijun suddenly asked after hearing this, but the answer was already obvious, "It's not necessary, how could this be your problem." As he spoke, Meng Zijun raised his hand and snorted. Mu Qingqiu's head.

The originally meticulous short hair became chaotic.

"Crack."

The knife in his hand paused.

The broken apple peel fell silently, forming an irregular circle on the tiles.

Mu Qingqiu had never been touched on the head like this before. The warmth of the man's palm was conveyed to the top of the head through the hair, and was hit directly to the bottom of the heart by thousands of nerves clamoring.

In an instant, it is like the spring thunder passing through the border, and it is the time of the waking of insects.The heart that had been frozen for thousands of years finally woke up from hibernation.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Mu Qingqiu pretended to be calm and peeled off the remaining apple peel.But it seems that the apple suddenly becomes uneven, and it breaks a little bit.

Finally finished peeling, Mu Qingqiu cut and removed the core, "Here." He said and put it on the paper for cushioning.

He didn't even have the courage to hand it out, for he was afraid that the touch of his fingers would be like burning gunpowder, crackling, and then the fireworks would bloom brilliantly.

The peeled apples are quietly placed on the bedside table.

Mu Qingqiu got up quickly with the trash in hand, and went to the bathroom to wash the knife.

The knife surface was cold, the water flow was cold, but his heart was as warm as fire, and the residual heat on his head seemed to be still there.

Mu Qingqiu didn't know that he was smiling in the mirror with full eyes.

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