Taking a deep breath, Mo Shangyun suppressed his violent temper.
"If you spend money, you can't get it back."
Mo Shangjun turned his eyes cold, and his eyes turned into knives, flying directly towards Yan Tianxing.
Captain Yan Tianxing's determination was not impeccable, and he could deal with it calmly when she stared at her with murderous eyes. However, he did not harm her again, but said regretfully, "It's a loss."
"You haven't asked how much it is yet." Mo Shangjun frowned.
"It's a loss if you spend money." Yan Tianxing said sincerely, but then she thought that she should really cooperate with Mo Shangyun, so she asked, "How much did you spend?"
"Ten yuan--" Mo Shangyun paused and then asked, "Do you want to pay?"
Throwing the magazine aside, Yan Tianxing stood up with a slight smile at the corner of his eyes, "Didn't you give it to me?"
"I won't give it away."
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and threw the rose into the trash can.
Just such a movement and a slight impact caused half of the rose petals to fall off.
After seeing this scene and Yan Tianxing suppressing a mocking expression, Mo Shangyun's whole body felt bad.
grass.
She wants to be more "romantic", how easy is it?!
"Don't be discouraged, you still have a chance in the next few days." Yan Tianxing gave her an encouraging look when he walked over, then bent down to pick up the roses that were thrown into the trash can. After looking at them carefully, he said in a condescending manner.
, "Let's make do with it."
"..."
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched slightly, feeling unhappy.
It wasn't until Yan Tianxing saw Yan Tianxing dragging his "seriously ill body" that he found an empty mineral water bottle for her, filled half of the bottle with roses, and put it in front of the window to bask in the sun, his expression finally relaxed.
"The doctor said it's best not to move your body," Mo Shangjun said. "If he sees you jumping around, he'll be so angry that he'll die."
Yan Tianxing walked over with a smile, "Why don't you help me?"
Mo Shangyun was surprised, "You have a body like King Kong, and you can even participate in battles. Why don't you ask me to help you?"
"..."
The smile on Yan Tianxing's face faded a bit.
After that, he stood in front of Mo Shangyun, raised his hand to grab her hair, and looked at her face with half-lowered eyes, "For the sake of your good looks, I won't argue with you."
"..."
Okay, please think about it.
It made her feel like she depended on her reputation for food.
As soon as he finished complaining in his mind, Yan Tianxing glanced sideways at the table next to him, raised his hand like an uncle, and said, "Open the lunch box."
"..."
The requirements are not excessive, but the tone is quite harsh.
Mo Shangjun looked at his evil handsome face, took a deep breath, and then endured his unhappiness.
Patting away his hand that messed up her hair, "Retract your claws."
He turned around and went to open a lunch box for Yan Tianxing.
Standing aside, Yan Tianxing had a faint smile on his lips, his eyes fell on her soft short hair, and he said, "It looks better if it's messy."
This is true.
Mo Shangjun usually wears training uniforms and a training hat. Her hair is easily messed up when held down by the hat, so when she takes off the hat, it rarely goes smoothly. Sometimes she just scratches it with her fingers.
It's messy, but she doesn't care. She can do whatever she likes with her hair, and she can still look cool even with her messy hair.
Not to mention, he is cool and handsome, but also has a bit of a lazy and casual look.
It has nothing to do with "sloppy".
Today she was not wearing a hat, her hair had been combed and was very smooth, and even the stray hairs were not standing up. Yan Tianxing looked a little uncomfortable.
"What kind of taste?" Mo Shangjun looked at him sideways.
With a chuckle, Yan Tianxing said, "Your man's exclusive taste."
"..."
Mo Shangjun was speechless for a moment.
Mo Shangyun quickly opened the lunch box and rolled his eyes at him, "Eat."
I was delayed for a while on the way. Although the weather was okay, the temperature was not too low, and the food was not cool yet, but it was only warm.
If you don't eat it anymore, it will be really cold.
"Take a seat."
Yan Tianxing glanced at the chair one step away from him.
"I think it was you who did it."
With fire in his eyes, Mo Shangyun walked over and kicked the chair behind him.
Yan Tianxing smiled, a little childishly, and then sat down contentedly.
Seeing him in a good mood, Mo Shangjun immediately lost his temper.
While he was eating, she went to wash her hands, then took the initiative to sit on the edge of the bed next to her, picked up a fruit knife and peeled an apple for Yan Tianxing.
When Yan Tianxing tasted something delicious, he occasionally picked up a chopstick for her and put it to her mouth, and she ate it too.
But there is no point in eating what you cook. - She is still thinking about Yan Tianxing's Manchu-Han banquet.
"Going to the street?"
"Um."
Mo Shangjun raised his eyelids.
While he was talking, Mo Shangjun had already peeled off the entire apple peel.
She picked up the apple peel with a fruit knife, and as she threw it upward, the apple peel slid smoothly into the trash can.
Then, with a few swipes of the knife, the flesh of the fruit was cut open, and the core separated from it, forming separate pieces. She placed them all on the lid of the lunch box.
The tip of the fruit knife pierced a piece of apple, and she handed it to Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing took one look at it and said very shyly, "I want to eat oranges."
"..."
Mo Shangjun was stunned.
After that, Yan Tianxing opened his mouth and ate the apple pieces.
Looking at the bright fruit knife in his hand, Mo Shangyun's eyebrows were filled with a layer of sullenness, "Why didn't you tell me when I was peeling the apple?"
"You can eat it." Yan Tianxing said slowly, "Besides, when you peel the apple-"
"Very handsome?"
Mo Shangyun took over his words.
"...It's very eye-catching." After thinking about it, Yan Tianxing decided to change the word.
Although he is indeed "handsome", he cannot be said to be so.
She is handsome.
What about him?
He still remembered that Mo Shangjun gave him a remark like "Yan Meiren" that was detrimental to his majesty.
Seeing Yan Tianxing's sincerity, Mo Shangjun picked a piece of apple and ate it himself. He suppressed his anger, and then accepted his fate and peeled oranges for Yan Tianxing, his ancestor.
She had nothing to do. She peeled off an orange and peeled off a flower. The orange peel was symmetrically divided into six petals, and the orange flesh was stuck to the handle. The orange was peeled off a little bit, and it really looked like a flower when laid out.
It's like a flower.
Yan Tianxing watched this scene speechlessly.
But before he complained, Mo Shangjun first mentioned the issue of moon cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"We make our own mooncakes and mobilize all those with decent hands-on skills." Mo Shangjun asked, "Where are your mooncakes?"
Yan Tianxing understood what she meant as soon as he heard it and said, "You are responsible for the mooncakes, and we are responsible for the barbecue."
"That's okay."
Nodding, Mo Shangyun readily agreed.
She thought so too.
The tacit understanding between her and Yan Tianxing was growing day by day. There were originally many details that needed to be discussed, but it only took a few minutes to wait for them to be finished.
Yan Tianxing just finished his lunch.
This time, Mo Shangjun did not let him, the "injured", wash the lunch box. Instead, he asked him to rest in peace while she cleaned the lunch box and went back to wash it.
Yan Tianxing was surprised by her rare "consideration". And this surprise fell in Mo Shangyun's eyes... If he hadn't been injured, Mo Shangyun would have had to cripple him.
Sitting on the chair, Yan Tianxing looked at Mo Shangyun who was arranging the table, and his eyes fell on the cakes and fruits. He thought of Ruan Yan's emotionless description, and then asked quickly, "Do you need help?"
"Huh?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and immediately reacted, "Aren't you going to repay the debt?"
Yan Tianxing said confidently, "I have no such plan."
Mo Shangjun cleared the table and tilted his head. She just felt it was incredible.
Looking Yan Tianxing up and down, Mo Shangyun did not rush to him, but leaned against the table, raised his eyebrows and said cheerfully, "Think about it, you owe me your life."
Uncle Yan, who had eaten and drank enough, said lazily, "I'm happy to owe it."
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangyun said, "This life is not easy to repay."
Yan Tianxing said, "It's not a loss."
Mo Shangyun nodded, "It's not a loss."
Yan Tianxing asked, "Do you still have money?"
"I borrowed some living expenses from Ruan Yan." Mo Shangyun said very cheerfully.
Yan Tianxing frowned and said unhappily, "No matter how he ranks, he has to be ranked after 'ten', right?"
To borrow money... her boyfriend shouldn't be the first one?
Looking for a friend with an extremely unpleasant personality?
Master Yan was a little unhappy.
"Hey!" Mo Shangyun responded with a smile, snapped his fingers, and said, "That's why I didn't plan to pay it back."
"..."
Yan Tianxing looked at her sideways.
Scratching his nose with his fingers, Mo Shangjun smiled and said, "Just think of it as the money he paid for your desk."
Yan Tianxing's eyebrows moved and he felt relieved.
When Yan Tianxing asked him to "exchange his life for money," Mo Shangjun agreed and never mentioned "money" to Yan Tianxing again.
For so many years, Mo Shangjun never cared about "money".
Not even now.
If the money is gone, you can make it again. After all, her salary is not low now, and the money is rarely used; but the person is gone...
For Mo Shangyun, the two cannot be measured together.
After chatting with Yan Tianxing and resting for a while, and then finishing the two small cakes with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangjun packed up the trash and left Yan Tianxing's ward.
She went to the ward next door and found that Liang Zhiqiong was there, and Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng were chatting with her.
Tang poetry should be about "doing things".
Asking them to wait, Mo Shangyun didn't rush anyone and turned around to find Song Xiuliang.
After the earthquake rescue, all team members involved will come to the hospital for psychological consultation.
It's been almost a week now, and the results should have come out long ago.
She had to go find Song Xiuliang and ask.
After the rescue, a group of people will suffer from psychological stress disorder. This issue is very important to Mo Shangyun, so he cannot ignore it.
It just so happened that I had just gone to work in the afternoon and Song Xiuliang was there. When I saw Mo Shangjun coming, Song Xiuliang quickly laid out the results of the second team.
"Everyone in your team is fine. If you have some problems, just come and chat with me regularly."
Speaking of this, Song Xiuliang gave Mo Shangjun a meaningful look.
"What do you want me to do?" One glance at him revealed what he was thinking. Mo Shangjun frowned and said, "Didn't I come to chat with you?"
"..."
I don’t know where this shameless thing comes from, and I can even say such things.
Song Xiuliang was so shocked by her that she was speechless for a while.
Sighing, he wisely avoided Mo Shangjun's questions, took out a stack of consultation results, and explained the situation of each team member to Mo Shangjun one by one.
He knew Mo Shangyun's temper.
She doesn't have to be concerned about herself, because she knows it well, and she is a bit "hidden and avoids medical treatment". But when it comes to others, Mo Shangyun will never let down her guard, and must understand everything.
This is probably the legendary saying - be strict with others and be lenient with yourself.
Mo Shangyun was attentive and patient, not only listening, but also discussing with Song Xiuliang.
Chat one by one until Mo Shangyun confirms that he has control over their inner states.
Song Xiuliang kept talking until he felt dizzy. After finishing the last "Ding Jing", he took a deep breath and felt like he was reborn.
Ding Jing came back yesterday. In the morning, Jiang Qiong personally brought her to see Song Xiuliang, and it was only then that Song Xiuliang evaluated her psychologically.
In Song Xiuliang's words - "She is in better condition than you."
Mo Shangyun scoffed.
"You really don't want to come for consultation?" Song Xiuliang calmed down for a moment, then asked Mo Shangjun without giving up, "You have participated in the rescue, haven't you encountered a lot of things? Don't worry, you have to suppress the illness."
"The way you talk now makes you look like a quack."
Mo Shangjun patted the dust from his clothes and finally stood up.
Playing with the pen with his fingers, Song Xiuliang glanced at her desperately, then sighed and shook his head.
When he turned sideways, Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, then turned his head to look at him and said, "You don't understand."
"...Classmate Mo Shangyun, you are provoking my profession."
Song Xiuliang stood up suddenly and put his hands on the table.
"Well," Mo Shangyun paused and said sincerely, "really not."
She was simply expressing her opinion.
Educating her from the perspective of a bystander is often not as good as talking to someone who has experienced it personally.
Song Xiuliang raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, took another breath, and pulled on his collar to relax himself.
He had been talking to her for too long and was concentrating on it all the time. As a result, his brain was now starved of oxygen and he couldn't control his temper.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
"Knock knock knock."
The door rang three times, and then a female voice said, "Doctor Song."
The voice was somewhat familiar, so Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows with interest and glanced at the door.
Song Xiuliang said, "Come in."
The door is not locked and opens with a twist.
Shang Ru's figure appeared in the crack of the door.
Shang Ru must have just arrived, she hasn't had time to put on her white coat yet, she is still dressed as she was at noon.
Elegant and beautiful.
Looking inside, she caught a glimpse of Mo Shangyun and Song Xiuliang and was stunned for a moment.
The corners of Mo Shangyun's lips raised, forming a faint smile.
"Doctor Song," Shang Ru called out first, and then started to talk, "Director Xu said that he had an impromptu meeting and I haven't been able to contact you, so he asked me to come over and call you."
Song Xiuliang glanced at the landline and mobile phones on the table.
Because Mo Shangyun wanted to concentrate on "asking for advice", he put them all on strike temporarily.
He looked familiar to Shang Ru. After nodding, he asked, "What time is it?"
"At five o'clock."
After taking a look at the time on her phone, Shang Ru answered.