current girlfriend

"Are you listening to them chatting again?" Fu Qingming suddenly appeared next to Wen Zichun and said calmly, with fluffy curly hair tied behind her head showing her small ears, she looked like a girl next door.

"Yeah, that's just the fun." Wen Zichun continued typing the case, the crackling sound on the keyboard carried an inexplicable melody, "Otherwise, it would be so boring to just sit and write these cases that I didn't know how many times I repeated. .”

"These old men have nothing to show affection, and you are not afraid that your family will be jealous." Fu Qingming turned to look at Wen Zichun and said, with a provocative smile on his face.

The old men being talked about are still talking about their love affairs, the hospital they stayed in when they were studying, the big men they met, even the biggest one, and they are always envious of the interns who just arrived broken.The effect of positive feedback made the speaker even more excited, because it is an affiliated hospital, and most of them have also taught in the medical school, so they were eloquent.

Wen Zichun shook his head with a smile, let his fingers continue to fly on the keyboard and said: "She has confidence in me, and she will probably fall in love with me if she is blind."

"You really underestimate yourself as always." Fu Qingming laughed, leaning against the wall helplessly, shaking her legs, looking at the old men and at Wen Zichun.

"Are you done?" Wen Zichun saw that the person next to him hadn't moved for a long time, and he didn't leave, so he asked, turned his head to look at it, and immediately turned back to look at the computer, "I'm very busy."

Fu Qingming didn't answer, but instead carefully observed Wen Zichun's hands.

Wen Zichun just let her go and do her own thing.

After a while, Wen Zichun finished typing a page of the things in his hand, stretched out with a sigh of relief, thinking that there were dozens of pages to come, and fell down again.

"Your hands are really small, and thin." Fu Qingming sighed suddenly, and took Wen Zichun's stretched hand in his hand, and touched it.

A few black lines slid across Wen Zichun's forehead in an instant, sister, can you speak well.

"It's okay." Wen Zichun replied vaguely, and was about to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't.

"It looks like the hand of the man who lost his finger yesterday, I like it." Fu Qingming said with bright eyes, "I think you can donate your finger to me as a souvenir after you die."

"You are poisonous." Wen Zichun withdrew his hand desperately and said helplessly, "I won't give it to you even if I die, just die of this heart."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zichun devoted himself to his great career of typing, ignoring Fu Qingming's acting like a baby.

After Fu Qingming got a little bored, he said lightly: "It's really that I saved your life without even giving up a finger." Then he went out without knowing where to go.

Wen Zichun didn't bother to care about her, so he was distracted and said something in vain, and continued his great cause.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she stopped and patted down heavily, saying: "I can give Liang Hanqing my fingers as a collection, since my hands are so beautiful, but I don't know if Liang Hanqing likes my hands."

I was ready to type in frustration in an instant, but when I saw it, the desktop was blank.

"Ah, to die."

No real-time save, no backup, no words.

The author has something to say: It is purely my imagination, although I will say so.