Congenital deficiency

Hong Zhuo curled up on the small single bed, found a slightly more comfortable position, and half closed his eyes.Even if he didn't look, he could still feel that Hong Lingyu's eyes would occasionally stop on him for a while.This discovery made him feel extremely comfortable.

So he simply relaxed, following Hong Lingyu's wishes, and gradually fell into sleep.

While he was asleep, Hong Lingyu looked at the tablet computer with a black screen thoughtfully, thinking of something, and finally opened the shopping website and bought some things.

The shopping site was efficient, and the items were delivered by dinner time.Four well-dressed and neatly dressed employees carried a bed, turning a blind eye to all the eyes cast in the hospital. They got on the elevator all the way, and Zhou Tingyu personally led them through the VIP passage, and finally carried the bed to the ward.

Hongzhuo fell into a deep sleep for an hour. He just regained some energy. During the 15-minute interval between going to the bathroom to tidy up, he heard some movement in the ward. When I came out, I found that the single bed I had "specially" placed in the corner of the ward had been replaced with a large bed of suitable size.

"That bed is too small." Seeing him looking at the new bed without making a sound, Hong Lingyu took a sip of soup and explained.

Hongzhuo put away his expression, nodded kindly, moved his throat, and cleared his throat.

Zhou Tingyu was beside the hospital bed, quietly like a quail, only pretending that he was not in this room.

The ward was not quiet for long, when someone knocked on the door suddenly.

A blond-haired and blue-eyed white man came in. Hong Lingyu felt that the man looked familiar, and was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that this man seemed to be the surgeon who performed the operation that day.

After changing into a suit, he almost didn't recognize him.

The doctor looked at Hong Zhuo first, then walked to the bedside, took out his mobile phone, typed a line and handed it to Hong Lingyu, in German.The general idea is that his operation was successfully completed, there is no need for him left, and he is going back to Germany.

After reading it, Hong Lingyu replied "Thank you".

The doctor kindly told him to take good care of his body. After taking back the phone, he suddenly blinked at Hong Lingyu with a mischievous expression, and said in a colloquial way: "You don't have to thank me. If it wasn't for Hong, I wouldn't have come to China this time. He treats you so well." Very carefully.

Hong Lingyu was taken aback.

After the doctor finished speaking, without waiting for Hong Lingyu's response, he walked to Hong Zhuo who was aside, and told him in English that he was leaving.

Hong Zhuo stretched out his hand to him, and said earnestly, "Thank you."

The doctor stretched out his hand to hold him, and shook his head: "As long as you take good care of him, he will recover soon. In fact, I should wait for a while..." The doctor looked back and blinked, and looked at him warmly Hong Lingyu sighed at Hong Zhuo, feeling a little helpless, "It's all your fault for dangling in front of me all day, I miss my lover a little bit, and want to go back to find him as soon as possible."

Hongzhuo rarely showed a smile, let go of the hand he was holding, raised his arm and patted the other person's shoulder: "Bon voyage, I'll send someone to see you off."

Hong Lingyu lived in the hospital for a full month. No. 30 days after the operation, the doctors checked Hong Lingyu again and concluded that he could be discharged from the hospital.

It's just that Hongzhuo suppressed the excitement of the doctors one by one with a big wave of his hand, insisting that Honglingyu should stay for another month before letting him out.

As the time for Hong Lingyu to be discharged from the hospital approached, everyone in Hong's old house was beaming, even Xiao Zhengping and Ji Daogong were extremely happy—they finally didn't have to make up their own minds!Your boss has been lazy for long enough!

On the day of discharge from the hospital, Hong Zhuo drove to pick him up in person, instead of going back to the old house, he took him to his apartment instead.

Hong Lingyu sat in the co-pilot's seat, watching the various lively scenes on the road and the pictures played on the big screens on various buildings, and suddenly realized that she only knew how to recover from illness and concentrate on translating all day long. Forget about such an important day of the Chinese New Year.

And now it is the third grade.

Returning to the house where he had been away for several months, the layout of the room was still the same. Hong Zhuo closed the door and said softly to Hong Lingyu: "Are you hungry? Wait a minute, I'll go..."

Hong Lingyu rolled up her cuffs, glanced at him, and said lightly, "I'll go."

Of course Hong Zhuo couldn't refuse, so he made way out and followed Hong Lingyu into the kitchen, wanting to see what he could do to help, but was chased out by Hong Lingyu's look.

Standing outside the kitchen, watching Hong Lingyu busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner, the sense of satisfaction gradually climbed into my heart, a little swelled, but it made people very happy.

Time was limited, and Hong Lingyu was indeed a little hungry, so he simply cooked two or three dishes and was not busy.

The TV was turned on by Hong Zhuo at some point, and in front of him was the hot food cooked by Hong Lingyu on the dining table, and the TV program on New Year’s Eve was played back on the TV, with the sound of firecrackers, congratulations, and laughter mixed together , sounds very lively.

It was completely different from the New Year when he used to read documents in his office and study.It has been many years since he had such a lively, warm and smoky New Year.

Thinking about it, Hongzhuo turned around and went to the bar to get a bottle of wine, poured a little for himself, then poured a glass of juice with his own hands, and pushed it in front of Honglingyu.

Hong Zhuo held up his wine glass: "Thank you."

Hong Lingyu swallowed the words that came to her lips, raised her glass and touched him in the air, put down the glass and ate without saying a word.

Hong Zhuo saw that he seemed hesitant to speak, but he didn't press the question, and the silence spread until the meal was over.

Hong Lingyu put down her chopsticks first: "I have something to say."

Hong Zhuo stopped his movements and put down the things in his hands, he was just full.

"I remember that the Patriarch promised me before that after the operation, I can leave."

When he suddenly brought up this topic, Hong Zhuo's heart sank, but his expression did not change, and he nodded.Only the hand that fell on the lap after putting down the bowl and chopsticks slowly clenched into a fist, revealing his mood.

"Now, I'm done with the surgery." Hong Lingyu was calm and determined, her black and white eyes filled with sobriety, but she didn't ask any more questions, she just looked at Hongzhuo quietly, waiting for his response.

Hong Zhuo let out a breath slowly from the depths of his chest, he stared at Hong Lingyu's clean face, and looked at the little flesh on his cheeks that he had managed to grow during this time: "As long as you want, you can do it anytime."

When the words fell to the ground, Hong Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

He originally thought that asking Hong Zhuo to let him go... It shouldn't be that easy, he was already ready to persuade him for the second time, never thought that he would succeed the first time.

There was an inexplicable and vague disappointment in Hong Lingyu's heart.

But he quickly put these emotions behind him, cleared the dining table, passed Hong Zhuo who was still sitting in front of the dining table without saying a word, and went upstairs to his room.

Hong Lingyu packed all his things in the afternoon, rejected Hong Zhuo's proposal to send someone to send him off, and returned to his own small house.

After he left, Hong Zhuo stood in the huge living room for 2 minutes, then turned around and went out the door.

Since Hong Lingyu is not here, there is no need for him to stay here.

Everywhere is the same without him.

Hong Lingyu spent the entire Spring Festival in her own house, during which Hong Xiaxuan called him from abroad, complaining that Hongzhuo didn’t allow him to go back to China and asked him to finish his studies first, and asked him how the Spring Festival was, Have you eaten dumplings?

Hong Lingyu answered patiently. After hanging up the phone, she was in a trance for a few minutes, then slowly lowered her head and continued to read.

At the end of this spring, Hong Lingyu finally finished translating the book he brought back from Taicheng.

When he closed the book, he felt a sense of accomplishment that he had never had before.

At this time, the breeze was blowing outside the window, he opened the window a little, and the sun was shining outside, which didn't make him feel cold.So he went to the window to get some air.

He looked out, skipped the ordinary decorations in the neighborhood, thought of the empty refrigerator because he was busy translating, and made up his mind to go out and buy some food back.

When he was standing at the entrance and changing his shoes, he could vaguely hear some whispered conversations in the corridor outside the door. He couldn't hear the content clearly, so he didn't take it to heart.It was just that when he opened the door, he exchanged glances with the five or six people standing outside. The other party's body froze for a moment, and then he lowered his head and moved the furniture in an orderly manner, pretending that he hadn't seen him.

He glanced at the desk they were moving into the house, subconsciously feeling familiar - at this moment his stomach growled.

Hong Lingyu looked embarrassed, and quickly closed the door and walked out of the corridor.

When he disappeared at the top of the stairs, the "neighbors" in the corridor seemed to come out of the freeze frame, hurriedly put away the ordinary furniture, and followed them downstairs in a hurry.

Among them, the one at the beginning stepped on the stairs without looking at them, and at the same time took out his mobile phone to send a message:

Master Zhang has gone out.

Master Zhang's stomach growled.

Master Zhang took a taxi, the license plate number: C××××, it is a taxi of ×× company.

Master Zhang's car is on the inner ring.

Master Zhang's taxi driver stopped over the limit.

Master Zhang's car was speeding in the inner ring, exceeding 60km/h

When Hong Lingyu entered the supermarket, she didn't notice the person following behind her. The person she was following was carefully selected, and she also knew that the person she wanted to follow had received relevant training. She didn't dare to be careless at all. At the same time, you can edit the message without looking at the road.

So when Hong Lingyu went to the supermarket, the news he edited became:

Master Zhang bought a dozen eggs.

Master Zhang bought a dozen napkins.

Master Zhang bought a box of yogurt.

Master Zhang took a box of durians.

Then let it go again.

Master Zhang...

At this time in the office, Hongzhuo’s mobile phone in front of him popped up messages one after another. The frequency was almost every ten seconds, but he was not impatient. You can recall the scene of going out with Hong Lingyu in the past.

After a while, he finally locked his phone, got up and left the office.

The author has something to say: Bodyguard: Master Zhang bought two pairs of underwear.

Hongzhuo: What color is it?

bodyguard:……? ? ? ? ?