He joked with the people in the dormitory for a while, but did not try to change their views on Mai. As Han Bing said, since Mai chose to do this, he must be mentally prepared. Besides, he probably doesn't care about this.
After the people in the dormitory gradually fell asleep, I thought about it, tossed and turned, but still couldn't bear the great curiosity in my heart, so I gently got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.
He took out his cell phone, found Zhao Wusheng's number, and dialed it.
Although it is already midnight, I believe he must not have fallen asleep at this moment.
The call was dialed quickly, and there was a long beep of "beep——".[
To my surprise, Zhao Wusheng answered the phone very quickly.
"Hello?" His voice was calm and seemed to have a hint of anxiety.
——Is he waiting for my call?
"Brother Zhao." I picked it up all of a sudden, and I didn't know what to say, "Congratulations" or "Congratulations"? Or "Thank you for showing mercy to Xiaomai"?
My mind was in confusion, and I naturally fell into silence.
"You finally called."
He is indeed waiting for me!
I feel my breathing is a little faster. Why is Zhao Wusheng waiting for my call so late? Why must he expect that I will call him?
If you really have an emergency with me, why don't you call me directly? He should have my number.
——Wait a minute, a terrible fact suddenly occurred to me.
He didn't call because he knew that I would take Mai to the hospital and stay with a bunch of people, so it was inconvenient!
I feel that it is really uncomfortable to have others anticipate every move I make.
For example, before I started studying in the evening, I didn’t know that I would have to go to the hospital soon.
But Zhao Wusheng already knew it first.
Isn't this scary? Do you have the feeling that "your life is arranged by others"?
But in front of him, I didn't have the courage or qualification to protest. I could only say obediently: "Brother Zhao has been waiting for me for so long. Do you have any orders?"
Zhao Wusheng said: "You should have seen everything about wheat."
My heart tightened slightly: "Yes, it's not serious at all. Thank you, Brother Zhao, for being merciful."
I thought for a while and then said: "Thank you for giving me this face."[