Seeing that I wanted to help, he waved his hand repeatedly, "Xiao Ying'er, take a rest, I have to rely on you to drive."
I smiled and kept doing whatever I had to do. My body knew it by itself and was not that fragile.
In other words, as long as the thunder can be successfully received, the blood shed is nothing.
Brother Mu Feng didn't dare to say anything on the way back.
I'm also afraid that if I'm not in good spirits and I bump into something, we'll be sent away together.
When he arrived at a place with strong signal, he made a group chat call with the other four brothers.
I also created this group because they take turns sending me messages as soon as I go out.
The less I replied, the more energetic they became, and they still sent the same greetings.
Instead of repeating the same thing four or five times, it is better to create a chat group so that it can be clearly understood at a glance.
The mentality of these brothers is still very good. Even if Brother Mu Feng said that I look bad, Brother Hou is still in the mood to tease me.
"Xiao Ying'er can still drive back, which means there is no big problem. Let's not be surprised. We must be able to hold on to the situation."
"Ying'er, what do you want to eat tonight?"
Liu Xiaowen asked over there, "Let Mr. Dong give you some small cooking to replenish your body."
"Let's stew some sauerkraut and blood sausage."
Brother Mu Feng said directly, "Xiao Ying'er needs to replenish his blood. The more blood, the better."
Ding~
Liu Xiaowen is offline.
I laughed for no reason, and Qian An said over there, "Wan Yingying, do you drive my car smoothly? You didn't scratch me."
Before I could say anything, Brother Mu Feng responded, "Xiao Ying'er's driving skills have improved, and there are only three layers of bird droppings on the roof of the car. You can just wash the car later."
"Bird poop?"
Qian'an said, "The car is my wife!"
"You're old and you're not a wife, I didn't let a bird poop on the roof of the car."
Li Mufeng was so angry that he would not pay for his life, "Xiao Ying'er said, that's called bird shit luck, you will make a fortune."
Toot~!
The little brother is also offline!
Wu Mei giggled on the other end, "This group is well established. The call lasted for three minutes and two people were sent away."
"Hey, Sister Wu, I want to tell you that it's very dark in the wild at night, and there are still will-o'-the-wisps, and it's so green. I'm still thinking, it would be great if you were here, so you can practice your courage..."
Ding~
Wu Mei also withdrew!
Brother Mu Feng looked at the dialog box in confusion, "Brother Hou, fortunately you are here. I just happened to talk to you about new inventions. Xiaoying'er invested 40,000 yuan in me, but I... Hey, Brother Hou? Brother Hou?
!Why is the avatar dark, Ying'er, why are they all betting?"
I laughed so much that I cried, "Maybe you are too cute and they can't bear it."
"It's unreliable. Men really don't have two good things."
Li Mufeng looked at the dialog box dullly, "I thought they could comfort you."
Forget it, bro, don’t force me to miss you~ don’t force me to cry, I will fall out~!
With Brother Mu Feng adjusting the atmosphere, I drove home and arrived home at three o'clock in the afternoon.
Uncle Dong received the letter early and waited at the door. When he saw my old man, he frowned.
Without saying a word, he urged me to go back to the west building and asked someone to help me move the remaining things.
I didn't refuse. My legs started to feel weak as soon as I got off the car. I dragged myself up the stairs by the handrail and took a shower with all my strength.
Then he threw himself on the bed, hugged the quilt and fell asleep directly.
I had a lot of dreams, in which there was lightning and thunder.
I stood under the dark clouds, stretching my hands toward the sky.
The thunder failed to strike, so I kept shouting anxiously, "Hit me, hit me quickly!"
…
He suddenly sat up from the bed.
I was still breathing heavily.
It was bright outside the curtains.
I can still hear the crisp chirping of birds.
He stroked his heart. Could it be that the dream was not good? Why was he still panicking?
I waited for a few seconds, grabbed my phone and looked at it. My eyes widened involuntarily. It was nine o'clock in the morning!
Sister, I slept from the afternoon of the 25th to the morning of the 26th. Am I going to become a sleep master?!
As I lifted the quilt and was about to get off the ground, I suddenly thought of something more important.
Yesterday I went home and went to bed immediately without sending a text message to Meng Qin!
I checked the call history and he didn't call me last night either.
There are no text messages from him in the inbox. What does this mean? You want to have a cold war with me again?
That's not the case, Meng Qin is still very considerate, and he also knows that I have been watching things outside for the past three days.
If I didn't contact him, any brother Meng Qin would call would know that I fell asleep due to overwork.
I try not to let myself think too much, and there is no need to put my position so high.
There is no way that if I don't contact him for a day, he will lose his temper with me. Who am I?
Maybe he was also busy with work and forgot to contact me.
Thinking about it, I dialed him directly, my back straightened subconsciously.
I can’t explain why I’m nervous, I’m praying with all my heart, please don’t be angry, God, don’t delay the ice cream on shelves!
The call bell rang for a long time, but I was informed that no one was on the line and asked me to call again later.
Could it be that he is in a meeting?
I sent him another text message.
I explained the reason why I didn’t send him a message yesterday and asked him to call me back when he was free.
I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I lifted my clothes, I couldn't help but feel depressed when I saw the black lines on my ribs.
Just because I don't have any stock quotes on me, otherwise I would be considered useless.
After tidying up, I went downstairs and cooked some noodles for myself. I didn't know how to eat them, but I was still feeling panicky.
I took a closer look and found that it was not the feedback given to me by the circle, so why was I panicking?
Who else can influence my mood?
Meng Qin?
I picked up the phone and looked at it again. This great god is really quiet.
Thinking that he had been suffering from a cold recently, I called him again after washing the dishes.
It rang for a long time, but Meng Qin still didn't answer.
We have been in contact very frequently recently, and we talk on the phone almost every day.
Even if I fell asleep in the middle of the night, he would call me back after getting off the operating table and chat with me until I fell asleep.
I couldn't contact him all of a sudden, and I felt really empty.
After thinking about it, I went directly to the cloakroom, changed into a long windbreaker for early spring, and tied my hair with a wooden hairpin.
I casually stepped over a big bag, put on my shoes, and as soon as I opened the door, Li Mufeng standing outside shocked me!
It’s not that I have poor mental health, it’s just that he just happened to be pointing a big pair of scissors at me.
Especially like the large scissors used by Mr. Dong to prune branches.
Whenever I rush forward harder, I have to dive headfirst!
I covered my heart and looked carefully, only to realize that they were not scissors.
It's just that the shapes are very similar, and the piece in the middle looks like a big spring.
It should be a clamp, and the spring on it can stretch and pop out.
"Brother Mu Feng, what are you..."
"That's my punch!"
Brother Mu Feng took the 'big scissors' and pinched me, "Do you think this spring is as thick as a car's shock absorber? The force it pops out is so strong, I definitely didn't lie to you about the power!"
I yelled, walked out and closed the door, "Brother Mu Feng, I have to go out for a while, okay?"