We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Chen Zhuo quickly replied: [Okay, I'll pick you up]

Fan Xiaolin thought for a moment and said, "Don't bother. Just pick a place and we'll meet there."

The weather is getting warmer.

The snack and late-night snack scene in the city center is gradually becoming lively.

Fan Xiaolin followed the location and found the restaurant that Chen Zhuo sent her.

Many diners have gathered on both sides of the road, holding skewers and milk tea in their hands, with a strong sense of the local life.

As soon as she arrived at the restaurant door, Fan Xiaolin saw Chen Zhuo bending over, as if looking for something on the ground.

"Hi!" Fan Xiaolin ran up to him in two or three steps. "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for..." Chen Zhuo straightened up and scratched his head in confusion, "I'm looking for a smell."

"Smell?" Fan Xiaolin didn't understand what he meant. "How do you find it by smell?"

Chen Zhuo calmed down and explained, "I just smelled a perfume and I thought it was you. I think you must like that smell, but I can't find where it came from."

Fan Xiaolin stared at Chen Zhuo for a long time, making sure he was not joking.

"Pfft..." She laughed, "Why are you so cute!"

This restaurant serves casserole dishes and is doing very good business. The restaurant is already full.

The two of them sat at a table under the eaves outside the store.

Chen Zhuo ordered two servings of casserole beef rice noodles, two bottles of Beibingyang, and a few side dishes.

While waiting for the food to be served, Fan Xiaolin couldn't help but ask, "Can you describe to me what that perfume smells like?"

Chen Zhuo thought about it carefully and said, "It tastes like iced sour plum soup. I don't quite understand it."

Iced sour plum soup.

"Do I taste like iced sour plum soup in your heart?" Fan Xiaolin smiled.

Chen Zhuo nodded seriously.

Fan Xiaolin knew that he was not good at sweet talk, so she didn't force him to talk. She lit a cigarette and looked at her phone while waiting for the food to be served.

She was wearing a black casual suit and wide-leg pants today. She was sitting at the table with her legs crossed, holding a cigarette, puffing away at the smoke, looking intelligent and cool.

Several middle-aged men in their forties and fifties at the next table were secretly looking at her.

"Tsk tsk, nowadays women work as office workers during the day and work as escorts at night. They earn more in one night than we do in a year."

The sound was neither loud nor soft, just enough to reach Fan Xiaolin's ears.

She put down her phone and looked back, just in time to see a middle-aged man with a dark complexion and swollen eyelids.

"Look, all the pretty ones are working as prostitutes," said another man, picking his feet with his legs crossed. "When your sons get married in the future, they should be more discerning."

Just as Fan Xiaolin stood up and was about to curse, Chen Zhuo rushed to the next table half a step faster than her and overturned their still steaming casserole with one raised hand.

Wow!

The two wretched men were instantly splashed with soup, especially in the awkward position of their crotch...

"You bastard, you don't want to live...!"

The swollen man became angry and was about to punch Chen Zhuo.

In a split second, his fist stopped a few centimeters away from Chen Zhuo.

"Zou Bingkang???"

Chen Zhuo held the man's wrist tightly, surprise flashing in his calm eyes.

"Chen, Chen Zhuo?"

The moment he recognized the other person, the arrogance in Zou Bingkang's eyes disappeared.

However, Chen Zhuo did not let him go.

"Apologize to my girlfriend." He pointed in Fan Xiaolin's direction, his expression stern and cold, "Say sorry."

Seeing Zou's reluctant expression, Chen Zhuo gently exerted force on his wrist.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Zou Bingkang’s face turned pale. “It hurts, it hurts!!!”

The owner of the casserole restaurant came out of the shop upon seeing this. Fan Xiaolin stopped him and said, "They know each other, so there won't be any trouble."

Although I knew that Chen Zhuo had a wide network of contacts, I didn't expect to run into an acquaintance while having a midnight snack.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!" Zou Bingkang's face twisted. "You were just kidding! Didn't we praise her beauty?"

Chen Zhuo asked coldly, "Are you worthy of looking at her?"

After saying that, he let go of Zou Bingkang's hand and said, "Get lost."

Zou Bingkang glanced at Fan Xiaolin from head to toe. Seeing that her clothes and jewelry were quite expensive, he said in an ambiguous tone, "Rich woman."

He was afraid of Chen Zhuo, so after some sarcastic remarks, he followed the group away.

Only after confirming that they were far away did Chen Zhuo turn around and ask Fan Xiaolin, "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Fan Xiaolin waved her hand nonchalantly. "As a beautiful woman, it's common for me to be teased, but I never indulge them, and I've never suffered any harm so far."

Chen Zhuo smiled reassuringly and explained, "Zou Bingkang was a driver for our previous team. He was a gambler and often stole the team's engine oil to sell. I later discovered that and kicked him out."

"Stealing engine oil?!" Fan Xiaolin was at a loss for words. "Why didn't he just steal the car?"

Chen Zhuo put his beef into her bowl and said, "Next time I meet him, I'll ask him."

Chen Zhuo always answered Fan Xiaolin's questions seriously and honestly like a primary school student.

The more serious he was, the more amusing Fan Xiaolin found it.

"Why are you so cute!"

Fan Xiaolin was so amused by his silly look that she pounded the table.

Chen Zhuo paused with his chopsticks, "Really?"

His face was full of disbelief, but when he saw Fan Xiaolin's sincere smile, his ears turned red.

"You're the first one who said I was cute," Chen Zhuo didn't dare look at her anymore, and buried his head in his noodles. "Others say I'm nothing."

Fan Xiaolin watched his left ear turn red, and then his right ear also turned red.

"Even if you're mute, I still think you're cute."

……

While the two were chatting and laughing, Zou Bingkang had not left across the street.

He hid behind the trash can and stared at Fan Xiaolin's Cartier necklace with a chilling look.

It's ten o'clock sharp.

It's time to turn off the lights in the inpatient department of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

"Doctor Wen, we're about to turn off the lights," the nurse on duty knocked on the ward door. But upon seeing the handsome man in the room, wearing a neatly pressed shirt but looking unhappy, she hesitantly asked, "How long will it take, both of you?"

"ten minutes!"

Wen Zhixia's face flushed red, and she pointed at Qingqing's math paper with sweaty hands. "In the last ten minutes, we promise to finish the questions."

"Forget it," Fu Ruoshi wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's been three hours, and you've only explained three questions."

Wen Zhixia immediately turned around and retorted, "Is it my fault that I speak slowly? I said something and you interrupted me. I asked you to speak, but you didn't explain it clearly!"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Fu Ruoshi pointed at Qingqing with his chin, his tone very dissatisfied, "It's her who didn't pay attention and didn't listen carefully."

Wen Zhixia: "It's obviously you who's not standardizing. You didn't use a ruler or compass for the vertical line. A two-millimeter error completely breaks the cosine theorem."

"Are you building an aircraft carrier? I do all the mental math when I model..."

"You look down on junior high school math problems?"

“But the answer I calculated is correct~”

The two argued endlessly.

The young nurse on duty silently closed the door of the ward.

At this moment, Qingqing was so tired that her eyes turned black.

She looked at the paper full of geometric shapes and had already hallucinated the couple she was supporting recently.

Before, after Fan Xiaolin left, Fu Ruoshi and Wen Zhixia began to explain math problems to her.

At the beginning, Fu Ruoshi was full of confidence and felt that he could understand this junior high school question in minutes.

Half an hour later, his mentality collapsed.

No matter what he said, Qingqing would just nod her head and think everything she did was wrong.

Once his mentality collapsed, he started taking shortcuts. Fu Ruoshi calculated the answer in the fastest way possible. As a result, Qingqing couldn't understand his fancy thinking that was like a show of skill.

Wen Zhixia couldn't stand it anymore and started to correct him.

It would be fine if it wasn't corrected, but once it was corrected, the war was completely ignited.

"Sister, brother-in-law, Stop!"