MTL - Very Happy-Chapter 20 Gave money

The wind blew, and the car hurried through the darkness of the night, stopping in front of the villa.

"Dr. Zhou, please go this way." The housekeeper in a suit hurriedly greeted the person in the car and whispered: "At around 12 o'clock in the night, the temperature of the gentleman is not normal. By the time the temperature had risen to thirty-nine degrees three. "

"How could it be so serious?" As Dr. Zhou went upstairs, he put on medical gloves. "Sir, do you not use much food during this time?"

The steward looked a little weird: "Sir, recently, he often went out without saying anything, and also made people clean up the house next door."

Dr. Zhou paused hurriedly upstairs and turned to look at the housekeeper: "You mean, sir has taken the initiative to contact people ?!"

"You know, Mr. Silent doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't tell us about things in life." Butler sighed. "But Assistant Qin mentioned to me in private that Mr. Mental state is very bad this year ..."

The two were silent at the same time. Over the years, the husband has become more and more silent, and he has become more and more inactive. Now he has developed to the point where he cannot sleep or sleep. Although there are carefully formulated nutrients, his body is gradually weakened.

Dr. Zhou came to the door, knocked gently, and opened the door. The scene behind the door was not the darkness he imagined, but the lights were bright. Yan Ting leaned on the bed in a thin sweater, holding a book in her hand, and there was an abnormal flush on her cheek. When he came in, she turned to look at him.

"Sir, how do you feel now?" Dr. Zhou lowered the medicine box and took out the thermometer to take the temperature in Yan Ting: "39 degrees five, you need to take a cooling medicine."

"I need to go out before dawn." Yan Ting put the book aside and handed out: "Infusion."

"Sir, the infusion is more damaging to the body ..." Dr. Zhou also wanted to persuade him, but to the calm sight of Shang Yanting, he knew that what he said was useless: "Even an infusion, based on your current physical condition It is also important to rest. "

Yan Ting didn't say anything. He looked down at Dr. Zhou and pierced the cold needle into the blood vessel. Yin Hong's blood couldn't wait to get into the infusion tube, it seemed infinitely happy.

The dirty blood, the moment it came out of the body, was also bright red.

The cold liquid slipped off, squeezing the red blood that had just scooped back to where it should be.

"Sir." Noting that Yan Ting's eyes were not right, Dr. Zhou fixed the needle on the back of Yan Ting's hand with tape, reminding him at the beginning: "You have an appointment with Dr. Sun, please don't forget tomorrow afternoon."

"No time tomorrow." Yan Ting looked away from the infusion tube: "Help me arrange the day after tomorrow."

"Okay." Dr. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't afraid that Yan Ting would go one day late, but that he would not go. In the past, he tried his best to persuade Yan Ting to go to Dr. Sun. He talked so well today, and it was an unexpected delight: "I will arrange it with Dr. Sun."

Yan Ting no longer spoke. He lifted his other wrist and looked at the time. It was one o'clock in the morning, and five hours before dawn.

Before dawn, Zhang Xiaoyuan and Dake came to help Li Zhao pack his luggage.

"These, these and these will not be able to be worn in the future." Zhang Xiaoyuan picked out Li Zhao's clothes, knowing that Li Zhao was reluctant to wear them, and explained, "This time is different from the past, if you wear these dozens of pieces in the future Your clothes will be photographed and put on the Internet, and countless people will laugh at you. "

"Brother Zhang is right, Zhao Zhao, the company is planning to open up the fashion circle for you, and you will have a professional design team to help you in the future." Dare to say too directly like Zhang Xiaoyuan: " Of course, these clothes are very comfortable to wear, and it doesn't matter if you usually wear them at home. "

"I understand, it's troublesome. The company spends more on public relations. I can't afford to lose too much." Li Zhao put away some good-quality clothes and stacked them in a box: "I take these clothes I used to wear pajamas. "

Knowing that his cub was in his heart, Zhang Xiaoyuan stopped talking and helped Li Zhao continue to collect his luggage.

"What is this?" Zhang Xiaoyuan took an iron box containing moon cakes from the cabinet. I didn't know what was in the box, and it was quite heavy to hold.

"This is the letter you wrote to me, brother Xiaoyuan, and the pen you gave me." Li Zhao carefully took the iron box and put it in the trunk of his clothes.

Zhang Xiaoyuan froze. Li Zhao, ten years ago, was just a child just ten years old. He wrote to Li Zhao only because of a ridiculous sympathy.

At that time, he had just graduated, and his path was confused. Only by writing to this child could he barely find a sense of self-presence. Rather than saying that he is kind, it is better to say that he needs this ridiculous kindness to keep going.

Most of what he wrote in those letters could not remember, it was nothing more than encouragement. He did not expect that these letters Li Zhao were still there, and his mood was a little complicated for a while.

"At that time, Xiaoyuan brother and your friend wrote to encourage me." Li Zhao thought for a while and took the iron box out of the suitcase and put a towel on the bread outside the box, so as not to hit the box during transportation.瘪: "In the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, you and your friends returned the children in our hospital. Each person sent a box of moon cakes, filled with egg yolks, which was delicious."

It turned out that even the moon cake box with the envelope was bought by them that year.

"The aunt in the hospital said that I was lucky. In my first year in the hospital, someone with good intentions sent such an expensive moon cake." Li Zhaomei smiled and put the iron box wrapped in the towel back again. When it's good, no one can stop it. "

Zhang Xiaoyuan's throat was a little blocked, and he was hurt by his adopted parents. He even made news. What's the luck?

"Don't talk nonsense, quickly collect your luggage." Reaching out and knocking on Li Zhao's head, Zhang Xiaoyuan gave a fake cough, covering up his emotions: "Yes, yes, you have the best luck, and now there are local tyrant friends who provide you with free accommodation, Can you have any luck? "

Li Zhao clutched the place where he was knocked and jumped back: "Brother Xiaoyuan, a man's head cannot be knocked."

"Man?" Zhang Xiaoyuan raised an eyebrow, glanced at the part below Li Zhao's lower abdomen, and pointed out: "Yellow-haired child, what kind of man is he?"

"Brother Zhang, you will be reported driving without a license." Da Ke did not expect that Zhang Xiaoyuan and Li Zhao had known each other long ago, and smiled: "Brother Zhang, what age are you, you actually communicate with Zhao Zhao by letter?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan waved: "Go and go, what do you know, text is always one of the best ways to communicate."

"Well."

The knocking sounded, Li Zhao looked towards the door, and Yan Ting, wearing a suit and leather shoes and a coat, stood at the door. His complexion looked paler than yesterday, and his elegant posture was out of step with the shabby walkway.

"Tingting, why did you come here so early?" Li Zhao glanced at the messy room: "The room is dusty, don't come in first."

After moving a small chair to the door, Li Zhao pulled out a bag of fruits from the refrigerator, washed them, put them on a plate and shoved Yan Ting: "Sit and wait for me for a while, it will be fine soon."

Yan Ting was holding a plate of large cherries with drops of water. For a while, I didn't know whether to sit down or stand. This was the first time he saw the house where Li Zhao lived. The space of more than ten square meters was filled with various necessities of life.

"Did you bring these people?" Li Zhao noticed that Yan Ting followed a few strangers. He glanced silently at the big cherries on the plate. This cherries ... maybe not enough.

The big cherries in the winter are particularly expensive. He usually refuses to eat them and bought a box with his teeth last night. Half was given to Da Ke and Xiao Yuan who came to help in the morning, and the remaining half was reserved for the court.

"I still have some apples in my refrigerator ..."

"They are the people who moved the company." Yan Ting coughed slightly. "You tell them how to collect things, just leave them to them."

"No need to bother ..."

"I've given money."

"Several brothers, the boxes inside have to be moved." If he refused, he swallowed back, and Li Zhaoli landed and called on the employees of the moving company to do things.

Naturally saving, he couldn't stand the money he gave away.

The moving company moved quickly, loading everything into the car in less than an hour. Everything went well until Li Zhao saw the empty house in Yan Ting's mouth.

"Tingting, this is ... the suite you are empty?" Li Zhao looked at this villa with a garden in front and a swimming pool, and for the first time realized how different the values ​​between him and Yan Ting were.

"You don't like it?" Yan Ting asked Li Zhao.

"I like it ..." Li Zhao swallowed. The empty house he understood was an ordinary two-bedroom or three-bedroom room. I never thought it would be a big villa.

"Just like it." Yan Ting's eyes fell to the next villa: "The one on the left is where I live. The environment here is quiet and the security is strict. Other than our two neighbors, the other residents are far away. Your Occupation is an actor, and safety and security are important. "

"I don't have any fame yet ..." Li Zhao shook his head embarrassed: "Even if I go out, few people know me."

"They will all know you in the future." Yan Ting handed over the access card and room card to Li Zhao: "Go in and see."

Since entering the gate of this community, Da Ke has been in an over-excited state. As a local, he has long heard of the name of this community, and who can live in this community are all very big names. Many famous artists in the circle want to buy a small room here, which will cost a lot of money and connections. I did not expect Zhaozhao's friends, but he just borrowed a villa to let Zhaozhao live for free.

What a touching new age brotherhood!

Upon entering the gate, everything was readily available, and the flowers and trees were neatly trimmed. The carpets and curtains in the house are brand new, and even the flower arrangements in the vases are brought with morning dew.

"Mr. Li, good." A middle-aged man in a suit stepped downstairs and gave an elegant gentleman ceremony to Li Zhao: "I'm Mr. Ting's housekeeper. I will also serve you for a while Housekeeper, if you have anything you need, just tell me. "

After speaking, he took out a bronzing list from the folder: "Here is the list and contact information of the staff responsible for various domestic work. Please accept it."

Li Zhao looked at this housekeeper dressed like a gentleman in a medieval castle in the world, and turned to look at Yan Ting, confused by this high-standard reception.

"Accept it." Yan Ting whispered in his ear: "They are well paid and they receive money even if they don't do anything."

Yan Ting's breathing was a little hot. Li Zhao did not pick up the list, but reached out and touched Yan Ting's forehead.

"Tingting, are you feverish ?!"

The housekeeper who has always maintained an elegant smile, as if he heard extremely terrible words, the smile on his face disappeared instantly. 2k novel reading network