Doctor He, take your meerkat away.

He Songyu got up very early and made pancakes in the kitchen. Zhang Hongmeng was full of praise after eating them that day. In order to repay the kindness of Diedajiu and supper last night, he decided to cook again. He originally wanted to invite him I ate breakfast, but there was no reply for a long time, and I guess I haven't woken up yet.

In the end, he put the crispy sauce pancakes in his lunch box, sent him a message, hung it on his doorknob, and went to work.

The skin on the cheekbones was bruised, and when he turned over and was pressed, Zhang Hongmeng woke up in pain. He swears and sat up. In the mirror, his face was really swollen like a big pie face, brushing his teeth They didn't open much, and the corners of their mouths hurt.

"Fuck, that evil pen is really ruthless." He shaved in front of the mirror, and turned on his phone only to see that He Songyu had sent him a message. He immediately ran to the door and turned the handle carefully. When he opened the door, he saw a gift bag.

Inside the lunch box are sauce-flavored biscuits and two boiled eggs, served with a cup of soy milk. It tastes like soy milk made by myself, because the sweetness is very light. I have lived here for so long, and I have tasted soy milk all over, so what? Will you not recognize it?

Zhang Hongmeng grinned, but because he laughed too hard, the pain in the wound made him cover his mouth and take a breath, then he couldn't help laughing again, took a picture from a different angle and posted it on Moments .

[Delicious breakfast from "Snail Boy", hee hee]

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Song Shou: You must have made a typo, haha, you are still an educated person, who is the snail girl from which family, the work is so exquisite, no wonder you don’t come out to play recently.

Zihan: Wow, it looks delicious, learn how to make it quickly, and make it for me next time.

Seeing the reply from the goddess, Zhang Hongmeng typed and replied, thinking that when he learned from He Songyu, maybe he could still win the heart of the goddess. After replying, he saw the "snail boy" point in the copywriting. After the like, I didn't remember the "learning from the scriptures" at all, and immediately went back to the chat interface to type.

[Thank you Dr. He for the hearty breakfast, you can call me next time and have breakfast together]

Keeping his eyes on the phone, waiting for the other party's reply, seeing that the other party is typing, a trace of anticipation flashed in his heart that he didn't even notice, the boiled eggs in his mouth became extraordinarily delicious, He Songyu really has a pair of clever Hand, his girlfriend should be very happy.

【You're welcome, I'll take it as your reward for rubbing the medicinal wine on me last night】

"Hahahaha" Zhang Hongmeng understood that this was in response to what he said to him last night, and the overly presumptuous smile hurt his wounds, and he still covered his mouth while laughing. Change clothes and go downstairs.

A customer came and stood at the door of the clinic. To be precise, it was his stepmother, Sun Yao. The lock opens.

"Hongmeng, let's go home this Mid-Autumn Festival, your father..."

The gate was violently pushed up, and the sound of the iron sheet scared the woman, she stepped back slightly, the fake smile on her face couldn't hold back, she stepped into the clinic and looked around, "What can you do in this small place? There are not many patients, if you really want to open a clinic, your father can provide you with a store, why do you have to stay here?"

Hearing her voice, Zhang Hongmeng felt a stabbing pain in the top of his head. He took out the earphones, put them on and adjusted the volume to the maximum, and lay down on the mahogany bench with his eyes closed, neither seeing nor hearing.

Sun Yao angrily took off his earphones, showed the last trump card and said, "Your father asked me to come here, it's up to you if you don't come back, anyway, he is already old, and I don't know how many years he has left... umm Zhang Hongmeng covered her mouth fiercely, his injured face looked even more terrifying.

"Keep your fucking mouth clean, get out while I'm in a good temper, otherwise, I'll even hit a woman." Pushing her away, she wiped the lipstick on her hand in disgust.

"Crazy..." Sun Yao gave him an unlucky look, and then left quickly. It doesn't matter whether she comes back or not. With rain.

Uncle Zhangqiu sighed and looked out the window. The sign of "a clinic" was hung outside the shop, and the names were all very casual. After a long time, he asked the driver to drive away from here.

Zhang Hongmeng was in a state of extreme irritability all day long, and the big brother who delivered the supplies was a little afraid of him, so he hurriedly put down the mooncake gift box sent by the company, "Uh, this is from our company, take it, Mid-Autumn Festival Happy" took the receipt confirmation and left.

After glancing at the mooncake box, he casually sent a message to He Songyu.

[I'll go to your hospital to pick you up from get off work, a luxury car will pick you up, wait for me]

He closed the door of the clinic and went to the heavy motorcycle shop that he usually went to. The boss knew him very well. Seeing him picking out a helmet, he stepped forward and put his shoulders on his shoulders, "What's wrong with your face? Did someone beat you?" Seeing him choosing a helmet so obsessively and comparing his car, he joked: "Dating? Finally, there is someone in the back seat of the car."

Zhang Hongmeng frowned and explained, "I'm not dating, buy me a brother, Brother Hao, how much is it, that's all, the color is so cool, it matches my precious car perfectly." A few photos, very satisfied.

"Brother? You didn't even give that boy Jiang Shou a seat. Didn't you say that only your lover can sit? Could it be... um?" Friends are very hit-and-miss, you know, the kind of hit-and-miss relationship where you can't see each other for too long, and you can't wait to get married right away."

The boss laughed out loud. Men do have one or two confidants, and their status may be higher than that of their wives. He also expressed his understanding and said nothing more. Wait too long.

As soon as He Songyu went downstairs, he saw Harley in front of the door. Zhang Hongmeng was dressed in black, and his jeans made his legs look long and straight. Staring at him, it was too dazzling to be ignored.

"What's wrong with your face?" He Songyu pursed his lips, frowned and stared at his purple cheekbones and slightly swollen cheeks, Zhang Hongmeng handed him the newly bought helmet and smiled and said, "Oh ~It’s for boxing practice, it’s not a big deal, put it on to see if it fits, I reckon your head circumference is about the same as mine, I bought it for you temporarily, the boss says it doesn’t fit and you can change it.”

He Songyu was a little puzzled by what he said. The brain of a national first-class psychologist who is extremely smart and capable of various micro-expressions froze, and he said suspiciously, "But I don't have a car to drive."

"My, I can pick you up from get off work in the future. When you go on the road in broad daylight, the traffic police will catch those wearing helmets and try them out." Stuffing the helmet into his arms, his bright eyes beckoned him to put it on quickly.

The size is just right, the second time I sat in the back seat of Harley, Zhang Hongmeng put his hands on his waist very domineeringly, "Sit down, go back."

He Songyu's stiff palms finally relaxed, and the eyes under the helmet were smiling. Maybe he didn't need to think so much about Zhang Hongmeng. He was a very simple person who was kind to his friends with all his heart and soul.

They also went to the pig's knuckle rice shop for dinner together. He Songyu rubbed the bruises on his arms with the iron wine he gave him yesterday. Even if Zhang Hongmeng didn't say anything, he could probably guess these things What's the matter with the injury, he didn't expose this white lie.

Zhang Hongmeng returned to his home with a smile, laying comfortably on the bed, saw He Songyu's circle of friends, a photo - his Harley, with two helmets on the seat, the gray-purple body under the setting sun Shiny, the composition and angles are perfect.

[The helmet sent by "Unknown Hero", I like it very much, thank you]

Huo Shaoqian: What are you doing?One for breakfast and one for a helmet?

He Songyu: Very cute.

The corners of Zhang Hongmeng's mouth are grinning to the base of his ears. Doctor He is so cute. How could there be such a person who really doesn't look like him at all. How could he be so lovable?He also commented under the comment.

Zhang Hongmeng: I like it too!