Mr. Mo smells so good

Below the word 'An' there is a sign like a unified reply - Hanzhou People's Hospital.

Mo Yuhui's heart beat faster by two minutes. This is the hospital where Chu Qing is. What does the hospital's word mean at this time?Is he still safe?

He opened the browser almost immediately to search for relevant news, but just as he opened it, some real-time reports about Hanzhou popped up.

He clicked on each of them, and finally saw what he wanted to see, which was a letter of apology, a letter of apology to the family members of the medical staff.

The general content of the letter is that because of the high risk of front-line medical staff, isolation measures have been taken during work and rest time, and they did not bring their belongings with them, so they leave the contact information of their family members, and the hospital where they work will send a unified message to the family members Report safe.

Also because there are too many medical staff and the hospital is short of manpower, it is impossible to convey what I want to say to the family members on my behalf. I can only use a word of "an" to report that I am safe. I hope the family members can understand. I apologize again and promise to coordinate as soon as possible. Manpower can convey what both parties want to say to their families on their behalf.

Mo Yuhui's eyes fell on the word 'family', he seemed to be able to imagine the young man leaving his number on the paper with a pen, he didn't break his promise, he still responded to him in his own way, didn't he?

It was almost 12 o'clock, far beyond his usual rest time, but he was still leaning on the bed and watching the news announced by Hanzhou one by one.

This night, Mo Yuhui fell asleep with his mobile phone in his hand. He didn't know if he could wait for Chu Qing's text message tomorrow, but even this one-word text message was enough for him to survive the long day. Wait, everything is fine as long as he is safe.

Chu Qing didn't go to sleep at the designated isolation place until 12 o'clock. He was tired all day and his legs were a little sore from standing, but when he actually lay down on the bed, he couldn't sleep.

He habitually touched the pillow with his hand, but found nothing. Then he remembered that the mobile phone was not with him. He is not a person who relies heavily on mobile phones, because some villages in East Africa don’t even have a signal, let alone the Internet. But at the moment, I miss my mobile phone a little bit.

Lying on the bed with eyes open, all kinds of thoughts come to mind for a moment, but the face of that man is the one that appears the most. Will he be worried if he hasn't heard from him for a whole day?I don't know what message the hospital will send to the number they left?

I had dinner at six o'clock in the evening. It had been six hours, and I felt a little hungry. The face of the man in my mind gradually turned into a big red lobster. The more I thought about it, the hungrier I was, and it was a pity. He still has one third of that lobster left, and now he can't bear to think about it.

He was inexplicably aggrieved, last night he only said that he was reluctant to order lobster, and the man opened a room to bring the lobster over. Now he wants to tell him that he is hungry, but he doesn't even have a mobile phone.

Young Master Chu fell asleep slowly this night amidst his thoughts about that person and his desire for big lobsters.

Mo Yuhui got up early the next morning and called the moving company. He planned to move to the city. After all, it would be more convenient to work in the city for future meetings.

In fact, there is nothing to move, it is nothing more than some small objects that are commonly used, and there is no shortage of large objects.

He went to the study room, sorted out some books and put them in a box, they were all ordinary ones, sat behind the desk and put the most precious stack of letter papers in the folder, and opened the drawer to get The ink stick in a drawer came out, but he found a piece of paper under the ink stick. He took it out and took a look. With just one glance, his eyes were glued to the paper, and his heart was hit.

It was the same paper as the other letters left by Chu Qing, but it was no longer in regular lowercase letters.

"It is said that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't see home when you look to the end of the world."

It was an extremely chic and vigorous running script. Mo Yuhui looked at such a piece of paper, and the shock and shock in his heart were indescribable. Did he finally regard this place as his home?Will he gaze at the sunset and miss this place when he is adrift?

He didn't know what kind of mood that young man was writing this sentence that night, and he didn't know why he put the paper in the drawer, but he knew that he missed him, and for the past five years, he would miss him every day. I miss him, but I don't want to see him so urgently at this moment.

People from the moving company came to remove several boxes. When Xiao Wang came to pick up Mo Yuhui, he only brought a kraft paper bag with him.

He bought this community five years ago when he was working in IDM. The community is very green and private. When the car drove through the gate, Mo Yuhui suddenly smiled. He remembered that the young man once said that he wanted to drive Walk back and forth ten times from the gate of this community in a luxury car.

Here is one ladder, one household. When Mo Yuhui reached the upper floor, he couldn't hold on anymore. His waist and legs hurt badly. Maybe it's because he walked a lot in the past two days, and he has too many things to do recently, so he didn't dare to be careless. Afraid that something wrong with his body would delay things, he sat on the sofa in the living room to relax.

The decoration of this house is similar to that of the previous yard, except that the large flat floor is more spacious. He leaned on the sofa, thinking of the child searching for houses in this neighborhood on his mobile phone, smiling and kicking his legs on the bed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised up.

Suddenly the phone rang, and he picked up the phone reflexively, but found that it was not the number he was expecting, but Li Jing. He pressed it and picked it up.

"I said, Boss Mo, I've rang the doorbell eight hundred times at your door, why don't you come out to answer the door?"

"Are you at my door?"

"Yeah, come out and open the door for me, it's so cold."

"I moved to the city, what do you want?"

"Big deal, tell me the address."

Li Jing's tone was very firm, and Mo Yuhui still told him the address.

After sitting for a long time, he slowed down a little, then stood up, took his mobile phone and turned on the video recording function, and recorded every room in the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. sentence.

For a video of 5 minutes and 25 seconds, he walked and recorded for more than half an hour, and finally sat back on the sofa with no strength, his legs were trembling slightly, but the smile on his face was very warm. Watch the video from the beginning.

Zhen Zhizhi sent this long video to the dialogue with the young man. This is the mansion he has been thinking about, and he thought childishly of the young man's joy when he saw the house.

The author says:

Mr. Mo is very cute. He took pictures of his mansion with his mobile phone, just to show off to Xiao Chu, haha

Xiao Chu is also very cute, Mr. Mo's face turned into a big red lobster in his mind, haha