MTL - She is the Third Kind of Stunning-Chapter 114 sweetheart

In a city without heating, we can only rely on air conditioning and righteousness to keep warm.

His frozen limbs gradually warmed up. Lu Yinxi wore a simple scarf and gloves, holding a glass of warm water, sitting obediently on the sofa in the living room, taking a sip of warm water from time to time.

Jian Qing brought out two bowls of hot noodles from the kitchen, and glanced at Lu Yinxi.

Before anyone shouted, Lu Yinxi smelled the aroma of poached eggs, walked over, washed his hands, and ate.

She ate a little fast, but her posture was quite elegant.

Jian Qing looked up at her and asked, "Didn't you have dinner?"

Lu Yinxi said: "I only ate a few small tomatoes."

People in their circle, even if they become thin like praying mantises, they must maintain the habit of dieting to avoid stretching their stomachs.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Lu Yinxi slowed down, chewed slowly, and looked up at Jian Qing who was sitting opposite him from time to time.

Jian Qing lowered her eyelids, did not look at her, looked at the noodles in the bowl, wondering what she was thinking about.

Lu Yinxi turned his gaze, and suddenly saw a few more cracks on the back of Jian Qing's hands.

My heart hurts.

Why is it the same as before?

He spoiled himself so much that he didn't care about his body at all.

But now he has no position to accuse her, Lu Yinxi stared at the small hole in her hand, gritted his teeth and swallowed the noodles in the bowl.

Jian Qing's kitchen garbage won't stay at home overnight. After the meal, Lu Yinxi rushes to wash the dishes, and then rushes to take out the garbage downstairs.

Jian Qing looked at her thoughtfully, and then gave her an elevator card and a door lock key.

Lu Yinxi received it in his arms unceremoniously. While going downstairs to throw out the trash, he went to the supermarket at the entrance of the community and bought two sticks of hand cream.

When she got home, she had no intention of returning the key voluntarily.

Jian Qing scratched her forehead, stretched out her right hand, and was about to ask for it, when Lu Yinxi put a hand cream in her palm.

"Hands are a bit cold in winter. I bought one. The mall buys one and gets one free. By the way, I will give you one." Lu Yinxi explained.

Jian Qing withdrew his right hand and stretched out his left hand, with a clear goal: "The key."

Deer Drinking Creek: …

After failing to change the subject, she slowly returned the key to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing took back the key, looked down at the hand cream again, and explained quietly: "I don't have any spare."

Only this one. If she wants it, she can go to the key store and get a copy.

Although they have known each other for less than two days.

"Oh..." Lu Yinxi bowed his head in response. After a while, he looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes lit up, and shouted, "Hey, it's snowing again, and I didn't bring an umbrella..."

The tone seemed to be regretful, but the eyes were clear and seemed to be extremely happy.

Jian Qing glanced at Xue, then at Luyinxi.

Lu Yinxi said: "I'm sorry, I left your umbrella at a friend's house, and I'll come back to you another day."

One more reason to visit.

No matter how dull people are, they can still feel her deliberate approach.

Jian Qing was silent for a moment, and said cooperatively: "You, still sleep in the guest bedroom."

When Lu Yinxi heard it, his eyes became brighter.

Seeing such eyes made her heart pound, Jian Qing stretched out her hand to block her sight.

Usually when Jian Qing does this action, Lu Yinxi will raise his head and kiss Jian Qing's palm.

Now she also raised her head reflexively, took a look, and instead of kissing, she lowered her head slightly, and gently bumped her forehead against the cold palm of her hand.

Jian Qing withdrew her hand and looked down at her eyes, which became deeper and deeper.

She also looked at Jian Qing, her eyes sparkling, as if she had put on a hook, making people's hearts flutter.

The surrounding air was heating up, and the palm touched by her seemed to be burning hot.

It was sporadically hot, gradually hot enough to make people's hearts tremble.

Jian Qing's gaze slipped down to her bright red lips, staring at her for a few seconds, her voice became softer: "Then... good night..."

Lu Yinxi raised the corners of her lips: "Good night...a good night kiss to you!"

After finishing speaking, she stood on tiptoe, quickly planted a kiss on Jian Qing's cheek, and then ran back to the guest bedroom.

Running into the bedroom, she rolled herself into the quilt like a pancake, touched the corner of her lips, rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, giggling endlessly.

Hugging, kissing... She has done a lot of things more intimate than this, but she will still be moved by this simple and ceremonial good night kiss.

Jian Qing stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, reaching out to touch the kissed cheek, vaguely remembering the soft touch.

She looked in the direction of the guest bedroom, her ears twitched twice, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Morning, Doctor Jane."

"morning."

"Mr. Jane, good morning."

"it is good."

In the morning, when I arrived at the department, as soon as Jian Qing sat down, the juniors in the group reached out to her for things.

"Senior sister, lend me the hand cream."

"Have you ever paid it back?" He always said borrowed it.

Jian Qing took out a brand new hand cream from the pocket of the white coat, hesitated for a second, threw it back into the pocket, opened the drawer, and threw the old one to the younger brother.

The younger brother took it, and smiled: "I will buy you a new one when I get paid."

Jian Qing did not respond, turned on the computer, and checked the newly admitted patients last night.

On the first day she returned to clinical work, she bought herself hand cream.

In the past, there was almost no concept of hand protection. Just like my younger brother, if I occasionally rub against my colleagues, I don’t know how to protect my hands.

I don't know when I had this idea?

A doctor colleague who finished the night shift came out with a mask on: "I'm getting old, I can't bear it anymore."

The nurse colleague gave her a bag of fried dumplings: "If I change careers one day, it must be because I can't work the night shift."

Nurses work harder at night than doctors. Nine out of ten nurses who change careers are because they can't stand the night shift.

A doctor who just came from the surgery rotation was eating breakfast and shaking his head: "I am very satisfied with the life in the medical oncology department. I get off work regularly, and sit-ups are not so frequent at night."

The head nurse came in, put her hips on her hips and said, "You should be sent to the emergency department for a month's rotation, and when you come back, you will know that our department is well!" Then she pointed to the doctor who put on the mask, "Xiaoqian, why did you even use it for me?" Are you wearing a mask?"

"I can't help it. When women get older, they naturally know how to take care of themselves. I'm not Dr. Jane. I'm born beautiful and hard to give up."

Jian Qing heard it and stared.

When you get older, do you want to take care of yourself...

"Come on, you, you are only 26 years old, what did I say when I am 27?" the nurse on duty joked.

Doctor Qian wailed with the mask on: "It's different, you're already married, and your husband brings you breakfast, but I'm not married yet. I've stayed up all night and ugly, so I can't find a partner..."

The head nurse nodded her head: "Okay, okay, stop howling, and introduce you to a blind date some other day!"

In the evening, there were academic activities hosted by their department, and they had to work overtime. Jian Qing was worried that Lu Yinxi would look like last night, so she waited foolishly for her to go home at the gate of the community, picked up her mobile phone, and wanted to send her a message.

But I don't know how to speak.

I don't know if she will show up again tonight.

Jian Qing thought for a moment, took a photo of the academic conference schedule on the table, and posted a post that was only visible to Lu Yinxi.

[Academic meeting, 6:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. 】

Lu Yinxi sighed slightly when he saw this post in the coffee shop.

When will you not be so busy?

I was too busy to ask her out.

In fact, judging from her personality, experience, and how she feels about herself, there is a 90% probability that she is the same person.

Especially that kind of feeling, without too much thinking and derivation, just relying on the remaining sense of tacit understanding and fit in getting along day and night in the past, one can detect that the person in front of you is the person in your heart.

But I still want to double check.

Otherwise, when I think of Jian Qing searching desperately and waiting hopelessly in that virtual world, my internal organs will be twisted into a ball, my heart will be broken, and I would rather die than live.

Lu Yinxi doesn't have many extravagant demands, and he doesn't like to look back.

Even if Jian Qing can't remember her, as long as this Jian Qing is the same person as that Jian Qing, she is satisfied.

After going through so many ups and downs, she also felt lucky enough to meet again in the vast crowd.

After all, things happen as they happen, and blaming others won't help.

When there is a problem, solve it.

Isn't life one problem after another?

Even if this trouble is resolved, there is no guarantee that the future will be smooth sailing.

Maybe it was those experiences in the hospital that made her understand that having a healthy body is better than many people in this world.

All she wants is the safety and health of her family and lover.

As long as they are both healthy and healthy, there are still so many days in the future, and she can make Jian Qing fall in love with her again, and they can slowly solve this difficult problem in life.

Lu Yinxi sat in the box of the coffee shop, took a pen and paper, and drew one stroke at a time, outlining the scene of their first acquaintance.

Jian Qing's birthday is November 21st.

On that birthday in the virtual world, she was running around outside, busy fighting public opinion wars, Jian Qing locked herself in the room, carved wood carvings day after day, and never went to that birthday.

She wants to draw all the things that happened in that world, and give it to Jian Qing as a supplementary birthday present.

During the vacation, Lu Yinxi stayed at home for a few days, and then stayed in Shanghai, waiting for an opportunity to get close to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing was deeply concerned about the fact that she wrote down the name "Lu Yinxi" inexplicably, and let Lu Yinxi approach.

Until Lu Yinxi came to the door with a few pieces of wood and a set of tools, and asked her to carve a wood carving.

"You can carve anything, deer, kitten, puppy, you can carve whatever you like." Lu Yinxi said.

Jian Qing glanced at Mu Mu, and said coldly: "I don't know."

This inexplicable request is a bit overwhelming, and Lu Yinxi also feels that it is inappropriate, but he really wants to test Jian Qing.

"How about we study together, how to carve wood carvings? Just enroll in the same interest class." She suggested.

"But this is not my interest." Jian Qing directly refused.

Lu Yinxi scratched his head anxiously: "This will become your interest in the future!"

During the last half month in the virtual world, Jian Qing carved wood carvings, small animals, boats, and portraits every day, and even set up a sculpture of himself, Lu Yinxi, Ruan Qing, and Ruan Xi's family of four. Target.

"We'll talk about it later if we're interested." Jian Qing accepted the wood and didn't start carving right away.

Lu Yinxi glanced at her, a little disappointed, but didn't say anything.

In the next few days, Lu Yinxi finished his vacation, resumed his busy work, flew back to Beijing, and temporarily left Jian Qing aside.

Without the interruption of Lu Yinxi, Jian Qing felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

She grabbed the wood and tools from Luyinxi and stared at them for a while.

Isn't it just that there are no small animals carved?

She can't, she can't make any promises casually.

Why are you so angry, ignoring people for a few days...

Jian Qing, who had been neglected for many days, picked up the circular arc knife, found an introductory video on small wood carvings on the Internet, and started to carve wood silently.

Carved and engraved, she felt very comfortable.

After watching the video, you can almost completely carve a small item.

She thought, perhaps, this is due to talent.

A leaf, a little rabbit, a little gourd, a little deer...

The gadgets gradually took shape, Jian Qing painted them, and wanted to show Lu Yinxi to take pictures, but couldn't bear it.

She posted a post again that only Lu Yinxi could see, pretending it was just an ordinary share.

【self-taught. 】

[[Leaf Picture], [Rabbit Picture], [Deer Picture]]

Lu Yinxi saw this post and watched it several times.

In relief, he let out a sneer.

self-taught?

Ah.

She "knows herself without a teacher", such as coaxing, kissing skills, and the intimacy between the bed... which one didn't she practice bit by bit by herself?