Program yuan off the single plan

"Mr. Lin, your cold seems to be getting worse today?"

Xiang Yun was driving the car, looking straight ahead, and suddenly asked a question.

Lin Zhixin recalled what happened today, and her reaction was a little slow. Xiang Yun's sudden question made her stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds for her to understand, and replied:

"Well, kind of."

When she spoke, she had a nasal voice and her throat was a little hoarse, which was obviously a symptom of a worsening cold.

"Then let the doctor take a look at it later and prescribe some medicine."

At a red light on the road, Xiang Yun tapped the brakes, turned to look at Lin Zhixin, and suggested.

I have already agreed to go to the hospital, and it doesn't matter if I go through two more procedures. Lin Zhixin didn't refuse, and nodded "OK".

The red countdown turned green, Xiang Yunsong braked and stepped on the accelerator, turned a corner, and arrived at the nearest hospital.

From registration to consultation, Xiang Yun had full authority to arrange, and even the medical expenses were out of Xiang Yun's pocket. Although Lin Zhixin transferred the expenses to Xiang Yun according to the list afterwards, Lin Zhixin still felt that she owed Xiang Yun too much favor .

It seemed that as long as Xiang Yun was around, she would be completely treated as a child, and she didn't have to interfere with anything. Xiang Yun would take care of everything for her carefully.

This feeling is both intoxicating and frightening.

Like a burning flame, it can bring warmth to people, but if you want to touch it, you are afraid of being burned by the tongue of fire.

After returning from the hospital, Xiang Yun put the simple breakfast bought downstairs on the coffee table, and told Lin Zhixin to take medicine on time, keep the wound away from water, and prepare to go home and have a good sleep.

She went to the door to change her shoes, and after a lot of tossing in the small braids, a few strands of hair fell loose and hung loosely by her ears.

Lin Zhixin looked at her tired back when she lowered her head, for some reason, her heart suddenly felt sore and uncomfortable, and she called out subconsciously:

"Xiang Yun."

"Ok?"

Xiang Yun raised his head and looked at Lin Zhixin, his face was as usual, he snorted softly, and there was doubt in his eyes.

Lin Zhixin pursed the corners of her lips, she wanted to ask something, but when she said it, it turned into a short sentence:

"Thank you for today."

Xiang Yun's heart shivered, Lin Zhixin's politeness made her feel alienated, as if she would never be able to get close.

A look of sadness flashed in her eyes, before Lin Zhixin saw it clearly, she packed up her depressed mood, with a soft smile on her face, and waved to Lin Zhixin:

"You love saying thank you so much that it's not a big deal at all."

She put on her shoes, stomped her feet lightly, opened the door and walked out:

"I'll go back first, Mr. Lin, take a good rest and call me if you need anything."

After speaking, she gently closed the door.

As the light knock on the door disappeared, the room became quiet again.

Lin Zhixin sat paralyzed on the sofa, feeling very complicated.

She almost impulsively asked Xiang Yun why he treated her so well.

When the words came to her lips, she was startled to realize that she was reckless.

Regardless of whether she has the position to ask such a question, she just said that Xiang Yun knew her orientation, but she herself knew nothing about Xiang Yun, so she shouldn't be like this.

If Xiang Yun is just gentle and treats her as a friend, it will make people feel at a loss if she asks this.

Besides, she didn't plan to develop a relationship with Xiang Yun that was more than a friend. If she didn't get close, there would be no possibility of getting hurt. If she didn't pierce the paper on the window, they could still get along normally.

He Gu was lucky because of Xiang Yun Chuchun's crazy talk when he was drunk.

"She's a nice person and I should consider her a friend."

Lin Zhi settled down, put the back of her hand over her eyes, and muttered to herself.

Xiang Yun doesn't seem to like her very much and said thank you, so try to say as little as possible after that.

She is used to keeping a distance from the people around her, so it is not easy for her to accept a person's approach.

The remaining days of the week passed quickly, and Xiang Yun didn't bother Lin Zhixin any more, but only greeted each other on WeChat.

On Saturday, Xiangyun works overtime at the company. After the previous version of the software runs stably, he needs to prepare for the optimization and new functions of the next version, which is still in the development stage, which is time-consuming.

It's time to get off work, and Xiang Yun is writing the last few lines of code for a function, and plans to leave after writing.

Yang Yue suddenly ran over bouncingly, leaned out half of her body in front of Xiang Yun's work station, blinked her bright eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Sister Yun, is tomorrow your birthday?"

Xiang Yun was stunned for a moment, stopped his work, glanced at the date displayed in the lower right corner of the computer, and unexpectedly found that tomorrow was actually her birthday.

She blinked her eyes twice in astonishment, with surprise on her face, and asked in a dazed manner:

"How do you know? I've forgotten it myself."

Yang Yue giggled, with a look of complacency on her face, she moved closer and lowered her voice to explain Xiang Yun's confusion:

"I asked my sister in private, and she told me."

It turned out to be revealed by personnel, no wonder.

Xiang Yun laughed and said:

"If you don't work hard, why ask about these things?"

When asked about the purpose by Xiang Yun, a suspicious blush flashed across Yang Yue's face, with shyness hiding in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and spoke boldly:

"Sister Yun, I just graduated at this time last year, and I don't understand many things. Thanks to Sister Yun's help, I was able to become a full-time student. I am very grateful. I want to go to Sister Yun's house to play and help Sister Yun celebrate her birthday."

This reason was unexpected to Xiang Yun, and it was hard to refuse. She only hesitated for a few seconds before nodding her head in response:

"If you don't tell me that I've forgotten about it, then you can come over to play tomorrow. It's fine to celebrate your birthday. Let's just cook something and have a get-together."

Yang Yue got a satisfactory answer, and was in a very happy mood, so she made an inch of jokes with Xiang Yun:

"That can't be done, the birthday still has to be celebrated, I will order a big cake for Sister Yun, and I will draw a cat on Sister Yun's face!"

Feeling helpless, Xiang Yun glared at Yang Yue with a straight face on purpose, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Bullshit!"

Yang Yue was not afraid of her at all, she still smiled happily, stuck out her tongue twice towards Yunpupulu, then happily ran away with her bag.

Xiang Yun withdrew his gaze, looked back at the work interface on the computer, and perfected the last bit of code with a couple of clicks. After a rough scan, he locked the screen, packed his things and prepared to go home.

She thought that Yang Yue would come to play at her house tomorrow, but there was nothing in her house, so it was not easy to entertain guests. After get off work today, she would go to the supermarket to buy some fruits and snacks.

Cooking a small hot pot is the most convenient, and it comes quickly. You only need to prepare some miscellaneous ingredients, Xiang Yun thought, and occasionally went to the cafeteria with Yang Yue, and I never saw that she couldn't eat spicy food.

There also happens to be a pack of hot pot base ingredients at home, so let’s make a happy decision!

Xiang Yun drove home. She remembered that there was a supermarket downstairs in the community. Although the area was small, it was quite complete, including daily necessities and some common vegetables and fruits.

Online shopping is popular now, and basically all non-urgent needs are placed directly online. Usually, I live alone and don’t often cook. Xiang Yun rarely runs out to go to the supermarket seriously.

She pushed a small cart at the entrance of the supermarket, and just a few steps away, she caught a sharp eye on an acquaintance.

Lin Zhixin.