The girl is Mu Li, the regional manager of Midoduo.
Mu Li didn't feel embarrassed at all at this time, but walked up to her calmly: "Mrs. Lu, just call me Mu Li."
Han Xiangzhu kept a polite smile: "Did I disturb you two just now?"
This girl is twenty-four or five years old. Although she is sick and her face is a little pale, she still looks very beautiful and young.
Lu Zixun quickly said: "Xiangzhu, don't get me wrong, we don't, we are -"
Mu Li interrupted him: "Mrs. Lu, I'm about to die and I'm scared. Doctor Lu is just comforting me. I hope you don't misunderstand."
"I know very well what my husband is like. Don't worry, I won't misunderstand him." Han Xiangzhu still maintained due courtesy.
Mu Li was startled. He didn't expect her to be so well-mannered: "In that case, I won't worry about it. Doctor Lu, I'm going back to the ward first."
After Mu Li left, Lu Zixun reached out and hugged his wife: "Wife, I——"
But Han Xiangzhu pushed him away, came to his desk, and put the lunch box on it: "You haven't been home for so many days. I was worried about you, so I gave you a midnight snack. You can eat it while you're at it!"
The children are still at home, I’m going back first!”
Her tone was still calm.
However, after putting down his things, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Lu Zixun hugged her from behind: "Honey, you are angry!"
Han Xiangzhu did not move or speak.
Lu Zixun put his head on her shoulder and laughed.
Han Xiangzhu turned angrily and pushed him away: "Lu Zixun, why are you laughing?"
Lu Zixun lowered his head and stared at her, in a good mood: "Honey, after so many years, I finally see you jealous!"
"Who is jealous! Lu Zixun, you are so pretty."
"You said you're not jealous. Look at you, put your things down and leave. What if you're not jealous?" Lu Zixun reached out and hugged her again.
But Han Xiangzhu avoided it: "Don't hug me with the same hands you used to hug other women! I'm mysophobic."
"Okay, let me wash my hands with disinfectant now, okay?" There was a disinfectant wipe on his desk, and he took it out and wiped his hands carefully.
"Honey, it's okay now, let me hug you!"
Han Xiangzhu pointed at him: "Lu Zixun, stand still! The matter has not been explained clearly yet!"
Lu Zixun held back a smile and looked at her: "Xiangzhu, the girl just now is Mu Yiran's niece. She suffers from congenital heart disease. This examination found something growing on the wall of the aorta of the heart.
The problem is more difficult. She may have known something about her illness and was very scared, so she came to me to consult about the situation. I was comforting her.
She thought that she might die on the operating table, and she was frightened for a moment, and suddenly she cried and hugged me. I was about to push her away, and you came in. It was such a coincidence."
"Are you telling the truth? Didn't you lie to me?" Han Xiangzhu was dubious.
Lu Zixun took a step forward and looked at her seriously: "Honey, I can swear. If I, Lu Zixun, do anything sorry for you, please don't-"
Han Xiangzhu quickly covered his mouth: "Okay, I just believe you, no need to swear."
Lu Zixun took the opportunity to hold her in his arms: "So you are not angry anymore!"
Han Xiangzhu looked at his haggard face and sighed: "I'm not angry anymore! I stewed red dates and white fungus porridge, you can eat some while it's hot!"
But Lu Zixun held her hand and refused to let go: "Honey, you eat with me."
Han Xiangzhu walked to the desk, took out a small bowl from the bottom drawer, and poured out the porridge: "Eat quickly, I have to go back, Ruirui and Xiaoyi are still at home!"
Lu Zixun grabbed her and asked her to sit on his lap: "Honey, don't you realize that you have been too neglectful of me since you had the child?"