When Zhang Xiaochen and Zhang Xiaochen appeared again, they were already in the health center. Because Zhang Xiaochen was worried that the wound on Tang Xiaofeng's head would become inflamed if it was not handled properly, he strongly requested to be given anti-inflammatory injections. Originally, Tang Xiaofeng refused in every possible way, but because he could not defeat Zhang Xiaochen
, then he obeyed her.
Before going to the health center, Zhang Xiaofeng also asked Zhang Xiaochen to remove the gauze on his head. In fact, he disliked the gauze on her head because it was too ugly. After removing it, he found that the wound was not only more swollen, but there was also a black circle around the wound.
There was congestion, so I went to the health center without saying anything.
Along the way, the two of them received a lot of attention gifts and heads turned because of Tang Xiaofeng's strange appearance.
After the two arrived at the health center, they registered, lined up, and waited. After a while of tinkering, time flew by quickly. By the time they finished everything, it was already close to noon.
"I said I wouldn't come, but you had to come, and now you've spent several hundred yuan. I wonder what you'll do with next month's rent."
Tang Xiaofeng's head was wrapped again with a layer of gauze and a net. He yawned lazily and took the opportunity to deliberately ridicule Zhang Xiaochen.
Zhang Xiaochen also counterattacked unceremoniously: "You don't care where I get the money. I have the rent. You don't have to worry about my share. It's your share of the rent. You damn ghost has been drinking these past two days. Let me see where you got it."
money."
It turned out that the two of them had had a quarrel about money before they came. Zhang Xiaochen thought that Tang Xiaofeng was unwilling to spend the money, so she refused to come, so she guaranteed that she would pay for it, so that she was in the health center.
Inside, when going to check out, Zhang Xiaochen didn't even take the money Tang Xiaofeng took out, and refused adamantly.
"Okay, ah, I won't say anything anymore. I'll let you and your last stubbornness hold on to your own strength. If you don't give in, you'll fall down."
Tang Xiaofeng was just about to say that she had an appointment in the afternoon when Zhang Xiaochen's cell phone rang. She hurriedly took it out of her pocket and checked the MMS. Dozens of large characters came into view:
"Zhang Xiaochen, are you going to come to the milk tea street we made an appointment with? If not, I'll leave. My time is precious, okay. If you don't come, I'll still have to flirt with men."
After seeing the message, Zhang Xiaochen hurriedly replied, and then said to Tang Xiaofeng: "Damn, I forgot about that girl. It's all your fault, you are such a pig. Let's not talk about it anymore. I have an appointment with you. Go back by yourself. I'll come back later tonight."
Home, do you have anything else to do?"
Seeing how anxious she was, Tang Xiaofeng shook his head and said coldly: "I'm fine. I have an appointment with you. Then I'll go home first."
"Oh, okay, you go home and I'll go."
After saying that, she ran away in a hurry, not paying attention to Tang Xiaofeng anymore. Tang Xiaofeng looked at her leaving figure, then looked at the sky, and then he strolled away.
Zhang Xiaochen quickly arrived at his destination. He was still outside the door and saw Yao Jingmei sitting inside. It must be because it was already noon, so there were fewer people. They all went to have lunch, and there were only zero people left.
There were five scattered people, each in one place. The boss was lying in front of the counter playing with his mobile phone, Yao Jingmei who was picking out her double-breasted breasts, and three schoolgirls she didn't know. She recognized them because they were all wearing
School uniform.
Zhang Xiaochen hurriedly went in and walked to the table. Then he reached out out of habit and touched the chair and found water stains on it, so he took a paper towel from the table and wiped it.
"What did you order for me?"
"The bowl in my hand is gone. If you want to eat, you can order it yourself."
There was obviously a sense of resentment in this tone.