MTL - This Guy is Wrong-Chapter 2627 Fate Gift (4)

   Chapter 2627 Gift of Fate (4)

  Chuzheng changed flowers for Xia Qiu's room every day. At first, Xia Qiu looked at it every time.

   I may be used to it later, and I almost never saw it. I let that bunch of flowers come in the morning and go away in the evening.

   Chuzheng asked people to spread a fluffy carpet on the floor of Xiaqiu's room, and the air conditioner was at the right temperature, neither too cold nor too hot.

  Xiaqiu didn't like the bed. After the rug, he never touched the bed again.

   Except for the time in the sleeping closet, the rest of the time is sleeping on the carpet.

   Chuzheng had someone move the bed out.

  Without the bed, the room looks more empty.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

  Xiaqiu pointed at himself.

   "Well, you."

  Xiaqiu looked up at the ceiling, turned his head slowly, and looked at Chuzheng.

   He wrote two words on the white paper.

"draw?"

  Chuzheng brought him drawing tools the next day.

  Xia Qiu stood aside, watching Chuzheng assemble for him, standing on her left for a while, and then circled to the right again.

   also handed things to Chuzheng from time to time.

  The easel was quickly assembled, and Chuzheng asked Xia Qiu to try it.

  Xia Qiu should have learned a bit, and his paintings are quite impressive.

  Can paint, Xia Qiu doesn't spend a lot of time looking at the wall and staring at the wall.

   Sitting in front of the easel most of the time.

   Chuzheng has seen his finished painting, and he is repeating the painting of this room.

   But there are changes.

   For example, in the first painting, it should be when he first moved into this room.

   The room becomes what it is now.

   "Why are you drawing this over and over again?"

  Xiaqiu glanced at her, then lowered her head to paint on the drawing board, ignoring her questions.

   It's like he must take the candy one by one from Chuzheng's palm...

   Chuzheng did not dare to speak of him.

   The patient is vulnerable.

   "It's getting late, so I won't draw today, okay?" Chuzheng and Xia Qiu discussed.

  Xiaqiu put down the brush.

   Chuzheng fetched water to clean the paint from his hands and changed him into clean clothes.

   "You can't get up and paint secretly at night, can you do it?"

   For several nights, he fell asleep and suddenly got up to paint.

  Xiaqiu stared at the rippling water in the basin and did not respond to Chuzheng.

  Chuzheng wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief and put it on his knees, "Let's make an agreement, as long as you don't get up to paint at night, I'll have dinner with you in the future, okay?"

   Xia Qiu reacted, he reached out and grabbed Chuzheng's hand, and his little finger hooked her little finger hook.

   Chuzheng: "..."

   Chuzheng touched his head, "Promise I will do it."

  Xiaqiu nodded, got up and walked to the corner, tucked himself into the blanket, and closed his eyes obediently.

   Chuzheng: "..."

   Gotta get him out of here quickly.

   But Xia Qiu is still a suspect...

  Chuzheng doesn't believe that her little thing will kill, there must be another murderer.

   Xia Qiu's suspicion will be cleared only if the murderer is caught.

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   into the night.

  The hospital corridor was so quiet that you could hear needles falling. The lights at the nurse's station were on, but it still looked gloomy.

   In the ward, Xia Qiu curled up in a ball, fingers pinching the soft flesh of his tiger's mouth.

   "I don't paint at night."

   "I don't paint at night."

   He didn't make a sound, just opened and closed his lips, repeating these words over and over again.

   Xia Qiu got up several times, lay back again, and whispered this sentence.

   "Don't draw...don't draw..."

  Xia Qiu didn't know how long he had been reading.

  The first ray of light entered the ward that day, he immediately turned over, sat down where he usually eats, and waited with pursed lips.

  The sun gradually rose, and the nurse brought in breakfast.

  Xiaqiu waited until the breakfast was cold, and the door was closed.

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  Chuzheng went to the crime scene last night, because there are three places in the crime scene, she ran back and forth.

   Today, I was unlucky to encounter a car accident and was directly blocked on the road.

  It was almost ten o'clock when we arrived at the hospital.

   Chuzheng asked a colleague to help, but Xia Qiu... a colleague said he couldn't help.

  Xiaqiu only recognizes her now.

   What other people say is just on the ear, he doesn't listen.

  Really don't listen.

   is that kind of - you can say it, if I listen to a word, I will lose.

   So I thought I would see a bad picture when I went to Xiaqiu, but it didn't.

  Xiaqiu sat obediently at the small table, and everything seemed to be normal.

  Chuzheng felt a little guilty, "Sorry, I'm late."

  Xia Qiu lowered his head, reached out to touch the chopsticks, and started to eat breakfast.

   Breakfast is getting cold early.

  Chuzheng stopped him, "Don't eat this, I'll bring it hot."

  Xiaqiu avoided Chuzheng and silently ate the cold breakfast.

   Chuzheng's eyebrows jumped.

   Sure enough, something happened!

  Xiaqiu used to eat slowly, but this time it was fast. Chuzheng didn't dare to grab it for fear of irritating him.

   Waiting for Chuzheng to grab the bowl from Xia Qiu, half coaxing and half robbing, Xia Qiu has already eaten half of it.

   He glanced at Chuzheng, got up and walked to the corner, wrapped himself in a blanket and curled up into a ball.

   Chuzheng: "..."

   Who am I riding the horse for!

  Why are you still suffering this kind of sin here!

  Whoever loves to serve who will serve!

  She quit!

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ten minutes later.

   Chuzheng sat next to Xiaqiu and tried to pull the blanket.

  Xiaqiu pulled the blanket so tightly that it couldn't be pulled at all.

   "I know it's my fault for being late, don't be angry."

  No matter what Chuzheng said, Xia Qiu refused to show his head.

   Chuzheng took a breath, "As long as you don't get angry, I promise you one condition."

   The blanket covering his head was removed by Xia Qiu, showing a slightly red face.

   He stared at Chuzheng, as if asking—really?

"real."

  Xia Qiu stared at her intently, for a full minute, he nodded slowly.

   "Then what do you want?"

  Xiaqiu doesn't ask for it now, he wants to save it and ask it later.

   "Okay." My little things are not just pets.

   Xia Qiu was not at ease, so he asked Chuzheng to write him an IOU, and he had to sign it.

   Chuzheng: "..." Pet, to pet.

  Chuzheng watched Xia Qiu put away the IOU, "Then get up for breakfast, I have to go to work later."

  Xia Qiu was satisfied, and sat down with a well-behaved face.

   "Does your stomach hurt?" Eating so much cold food early in the morning.

  Xiaqiu shook his head.

   "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Even if you are angry in the future, you can't toss yourself."

  Xia Qiu tilted his head and tapped his head twice.

  Chuzheng accompanies Xiaqiu to finish breakfast and start to work today.

  Chu Zheng met Captain Song in the hall downstairs in the afternoon.

   Captain Song should have gone to see Xia Qiu and stopped her with a strange expression.

   Chuzheng said hello in a calm manner: "Captain Song."

   "Doctor Chu, why is Xia Qiu's room like that?" He almost thought he had gone to the wrong place today.

   "For healing."

  “…”

  Captain Song doesn't quite understand it either, but... there shouldn't be anyone who treats like this, right?

   After all, he is a doctor, so Captain Song is not easy to question.

   "How is Xia Qiu's situation?"

   Chuzheng: "Recently, my mood is relatively stable."

   Captain Song seemed to see the dawn, "When can you ask him about the case?"

  Chu Zheng glanced at him and said slowly, "Captain Song, do you think Xia Qiu is really the murderer?"

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  Hee hee hee, monthly pass~~

   (end of this chapter)