After the wrong marriage, I can't leave

"...The place is really super luxurious, the arrangement is more advanced than the reception in the TV series, and there are so many big bosses, I also saw several popular stars."

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Song Linchu heard that Su Zhan, who was lying on the bed, was calling someone, and his tone was full of showing off.

Song Linchu selectively ignored his words, took his pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Before entering the door, Su Zhan's voice continued.

"How can I ask for an autograph on that kind of occasion, hehe, let me tell you, my boyfriend even introduced me to his rich second-generation friends, they are all super nice, and he even calls me sister-in-law, which makes me feel embarrassed .”

Song Linchu closed the door of the dormitory with a "click", blocking out the words that he knew were meant for him.

It's not that he didn't think about changing the dormitory, but there are only six boys majoring in them, and they live in two dormitories respectively. Although there was still a vacancy in the dormitory that Su Zhan lived in before, he moved there, leaving Li Chang with Su Zhan. Certainly not.

Let's rent a house outside. In a super-first-tier city like Haidu, a palm-sized single room around the school costs more than 1000 to [-].

He hated the money.

His mother was ill and treated in the early years, and owed more than 20 foreign debts. Over the years, he relied on receiving some orders and participating in various competitions, and he still had to pay seven to eighty-eight, only the [-] from his aunt had not yet been paid. .

He figured that by the end of the year he would be able to save enough money to pay off all the debts, and he didn't want to use the money to rent a house.

Just bear with it, when school starts next year, he will have enough money to rent a house.

The next day is Saturday.

It snowed all night, and the outside was covered in silver, and the snow had accumulated up to the calves, and it was foggy, showing a bit of silent loneliness.

Song Linchu wrapped himself into a rice dumpling, and stepped on the snow to the small commodity street outside the school.

Due to the snow, this usually bustling and lively street was deserted, and there were almost no people there.

Song Linchu walked to the door of a jewelry store, pushed open the glass door and walked in. The ample heating in the store scrambled to wrap it around, making people feel so comfortable that they wanted to sigh.

There was a smell of chicken mixed with herbal cuisine in the shop. The owner was eating lunch when he heard the door opening and looked up. Seeing Song Linchu, he quickly put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Yo, here we come."

"Sister Youran," Song Linchu took out a stack of papers from his backpack, "This is the manuscript for this month."

"So many," Xu Youran took out a tissue and wiped his hands before taking it, and teased, "He's thinking like a spring, but you are thinking like a sea."

Song Linchu said with a slight smile: "This month is relatively free, and there are few orders, so I draw more."

Xu Youran runs a handmade luxury and low-priced pearl jewelry store. Many of the jewelry sold in the store are DIY by the owner Xu Youran, who buys materials and DIYs. Because the price is moderate and beautiful, the business is very good.

Xu Youran is dexterous but has limited ideas. Knowing that Song Linchu is a student majoring in jewelry design at University A, she bought a creative draft from him at a price of 500 pieces.

This kind of manuscript does not need to be designed carefully, it only needs to be creative and beautiful, and there is no difficulty. For Song Linchu, it is completely at his fingertips. He usually draws in his spare time after class. He can draw several pieces a month and has a good income. .

Xu Youran counted and said, "Eight, right."

Song Linchu let out a "hmm".

"OK," Xu Youran didn't even read the content of the design draft, took out her mobile phone to transfer money to him, and asked again, "Speaking of which, why haven't you seen your boyfriend recently?"

"...We've broken up," Song Linchu laughed dryly, not wanting to talk about it, so he changed the subject, "I seem to smell Chinese medicine, are you sick?"

"It doesn't count. I just stayed up late recently and broke my body. The medicated chicken made by my husband is said to be nourishing. It's so unpalatable. Okay, you take it."

Song Linchu accepted the money thoughtfully, and some strange thoughts popped up in his mind.

He used to take care of his sick mother. The doctor said that his mother's body was too weak and needed food supplements, but there were hundreds of medicinal diets outside, so Song Linchu learned to make it himself.

He is naturally talented in culinary arts, especially the herbal chicken he made, which made the patients in the next bed and even the next ward salivate and come to him for advice, but even if the cooking materials of others are the same, they are still not good. He stewed fragrant.

Song Linchu thought, as a terminally ill patient, Tan Yue must also need tonic, should he...

As the saying goes, if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first, which is much more effective than dry teasing him on the phone.

In fact, after being choked yesterday, Song Linchu had already given up being a dog licker, but Su Zhan always had the ability to revive him.

Su Zhan is like a dog skin plaster that cannot be shaken off, there is always a way to disgust him and inspire his fighting spirit.

Coming out of Xu Youran's shop, Song Linchu held the phone in his pocket, and finally couldn't hold back, took it out, and opened Tanyue's WeChat chat box.

One last try, he thought.

Xiao Songlin: Brother~ Good afternoon.

Little Pine Forest: (little fox dancing.gif)

***

Aikang Hospital.

Tan Yue had just finished his lunch, and the butler who delivered the meal was removing the leftovers, and brought over the pills. Tan Yue took a cup of boiling water handed over by his personal assistant Cheng Bin, and was about to drink it, when the mobile phone buzzed and vibrated twice , Tan Yue glanced at it, and found that it was his grandfather who introduced the child again.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes. He thought that after the conversation yesterday, the other party understood his intentions and must have given up. He didn't expect to continue to fight again.

Tan Yue ignored it, took the medicine, and just handed the cup to Cheng Bin, the phone buzzed again.

He just took the phone over.

Xiao Songlin: Brother, I heard that you are not in good health, can you take medicinal food?

Xiao Songlin: The medicated food I made tastes amazing!If you can eat it, I'll make it and send it to you.

Xiao Songlin: (shy)

There was a sneer at the corner of Tan Yue's mouth, he saw through the other party's little trick at a glance, the sending of medicinal food was just an excuse, obviously he wanted to see him.

He opened WeChat, and was about to continue to activate his Gu Sheng skill to force the opponent back, when WeChat vibrated again.

It was his grandfather who sent him the message.

The old man's eyesight is not good, so all he sends is voice messages.

"Xiao Yue, how is the conversation with the boy that grandpa introduced to you? Do you get along? It doesn't matter if you get along or not. Don't force it. Grandpa has introduced others to you."

Tan Yue: "..."

Tan Yue rubbed the center of his brows, and pressed the talk button: "No, this one is fine."

He didn't think he would like the boys his grandfather introduced to him, and he was too lazy to deal with new people.

Grandpa Tan quickly returned the message: "It's true, don't lie to Grandpa, I will ask that child, don't let me find out that you are coaxing me."

"..."

This question immediately reveals the truth.

Tan Yue glanced at the heavy snow outside the window, if the old man came here in this cold weather, it would be a big deal if he slipped or fell.

"Well, he said he would send me a medicinal meal later."

The voice that Grandpa Tan sent this time was full of smiles: "Oh, we're going to see each other so soon, okay, okay, you guys are so good, Grandpa will feel relieved."

***

After coming out of Xu Youran's shop, Song Linchu had lunch at a casserole rice noodle shop next to it. There was thick soup with spicy oil, white rice noodles, beef slices, meatballs and various vegetables, and they were simmering over a low fire. So, the soup was still boiling when it was served on the table. It is especially appetizing in this snowy day.

Song Linchu was eating rice noodles, but his phone was still silent, and the few messages he sent to Tanyue were all gone, and he felt that his dog-licking career was coming to an end.

Just as he was thinking about whether to delete WeChat directly, the screen of the phone on the table lit up.

Tanyue: Some can be eaten.

Song Linchu almost choked on a mouthful of spicy soup.

Danyue, this means... Agreed?

Song Linchu put down his chopsticks and picked up his mobile phone to type.

Xiao Songlin: Can the medicated chicken be eaten?

After thinking about it, Song Linchu sent over the medicines to be used.

A few minutes later, there was a reply: yes.

Seeing these two words, I don't know if it was because of excitement or other reasons, Song Linchu's heart beat very fast, and his typing hands were a little awkward: Then I made it and sent it to you in the evening as dinner.

Danyue: Yes.

Tan Viet: [Location]

Tanyue: Area A12, 1th Floor, Inpatient Department.

Song Linchu checked the location of Xia Tanyue, and it was a bit far from their school, but fortunately, it was convenient to go directly to the subway.

He looked at the string of messages from Tan Yue, and realized later that they were about to meet?

It always feels a bit too smooth, there will be no conspiracy in it.

But after thinking about it, he is poor and single, and he has nothing to do, and he is in a place like a hospital, so the other party doesn't dare to mess around.

Thinking of this, Song Linchu lost his worries. After eating the rice noodles, he turned around and went to the vegetable market near the school, bought an old hen, and went to a nearby pharmacy to buy some Chinese medicines that He Wenyan needed. Call and ask to borrow his kitchen.

He Wenyan readily agreed. He was not at home, but his house was locked with a code, so he could enter without a key.

The house that He Wenyan rented was fully equipped and rich in cooking tools. Song Linchu spent most of the afternoon cooking the herbal chicken and fried two vegetables. He left a portion for He Wenyan, and packed all the rest. Put it into the insulated lunch box he bought and take it to the hospital.

Although today is Saturday, due to the snow, the always crowded subway is rarely empty, and there is still room. Song Linchu took care of his lunch box and took the subway for more than 40 minutes before arriving at the station of Aikang Hospital.

This is obviously a private hospital. It doesn't look like a hospital building at all from the outside, but looks like a high-end resort. Song Linchu carried his lunch box. Because he was familiar with the hospital, he found the inpatient department with little effort. He took the elevator Went up to the 12th floor.

The moment the elevator reached the floor with a "ding", his heart skipped a beat.

Do they count... Netizens meet.

It's absurd to think about the kind of netizens who have only known each other for a day.

Walking into the area labeled "12A1", Song Linchu realized that Tan Yue hadn't given him the number of wards, and was about to take out his mobile phone to ask, but found that there seemed to be only one ward in this area.

——So it's not that he forgot to issue the room number, but that these evil rich people live in a separate area when they are hospitalized.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Song Linchu had just entered Area 12A1 when a tall man stopped him.

The man had a stern face, looking ferocious, and Kong Wuli was holding his hands back, so he didn't look like someone to be trifled with.

Song Linchu said: "I'm looking for Mr. Tanyue to deliver the food."

The man's eyes wandered around the lunch box in his hand, and he said coldly, "Sorry, you can't go in."

Song Linchu actually regretted it a bit at this time, not to mention the fierce look of the man in front of him, this ward was also different from the man he was familiar with, it was so lonely and empty, only the occasional nurses and doctors walked around.

Or forget it.

As soon as this idea came up, Song Linchu was about to turn around when the door of the ward opened with a "click", and a young man came out from inside.

"Brother Yong, who is it?"

"I don't know him, he said he was delivering food to Mr.

"Meal delivery?" The young man was much more kind than the man at the door. He looked at Song Linchu and smiled gently, "Are you Mr. Song?"

Song Linchu was rarely called Mr., so he nodded a little out of habit.

"Hello, Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I forgot to say hello to Brother Yong in advance, I'm so negligent, please forgive me."

"...It doesn't matter." Song Linchu said dryly, and handed the lunch box to the young man: "Please bring it to Mr. Tan."

The young man smiled and said, "I can't do this for you. You still have to deliver it yourself."

With that said, he made a gesture of invitation.

Regardless of the gentleness and gentleness of the young man, he gives the impression that he is very strong and cannot be rejected.

Song Linchu: "..."

I regret it now, very much.

He must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.

However, when things came to an end, there was still a fierce man watching over him, Song Linchu could only bite the bullet and walked into the ward.