“So, Ting Ren is with you, and you lied to me by saying you’re not feeling well?”
“It’s true that I’m uncomfortable, but the family doctor has already come and prescribed medicine for me. I’ll be fine this afternoon.”
She scolded herself for being stupid in her heart.
Yes, he is a dignified Huo tingshen. He has his own personal doctor, okay?
Wherever he needs her to deliver medicine.
Seeing her angry look, Huo Ting smiled deeply and put his arms around her waist: “however, I’m really glad you can come.”
She pouted tenderly: “don’t be complacent. I came here only to hear that you had diarrhea because you ate unclean food last night. I feel a little guilty.”
“You only found out about it at night, but because of guilt, you spent a whole day cooking chicken soup?”
“Who said… who said that I made chicken soup for you to drink, and I want to drink it myself.”
“Okay, you drink.”
“Really, I didn’t lie to you.”
“I’ve said it all, I believe you.”
“Where did you believe it, you obviously don’t believe it.”
Huo Ting hooked the tip of her nose deeply: “it’s a guilty conscience.”
Warm and speechless, is he too difficult to deal with, or is her IQ really crushed?
Why…there is such a strong sense of frustration again.
In late August, Wenqing entered the school and began to be busy with entry.
She was assigned to the business administration major as a counselor, leading 210 freshmen.
The first few days of school are really lively.
Although there is a student union to help with the job of welcoming freshmen, she is still busy.
At half past nine in the evening, she didn’t leave school.
Along the way, the freshman group WeChat she just created has been buzzing with new news.
Back in the community, I found Huo tingshen’s car there.
Seeing her weak look, Huo Ting walked up to her and rubbed her head: “are you tired?”
She smiled, and said cheerfully: “It’s really not ordinary tired.”
“Then do you still want to continue this job? I can help you transfer it.”
She shook her head tenderly: “no, although this job is tiring, it is very interesting. Being with a group of freshmen, I seem to think of myself four years ago. And do you know that there are girls in our class who can’t even cover themselves with quilt covers.”
“so what?”
She shrugged: “Her parents must love her very much, which is really enviable.”
“I mean, who made her quilt cover?”