[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

The news of Qiao Shumu's injury and hospitalization spread throughout the company for some reason.Before get off work, the director personally held a fruit basket and asked Cheng Yourang to deliver it to him on behalf of the office staff.

The director is already middle-aged, he doesn't look too sticky but sophisticated, he looks at the fruit basket he has carefully selected with satisfaction: "Xiao Cheng, you and Mr. Help, remember to bring everyone's concerns to Ha."

Bearing the hope of a department, Cheng Yourang couldn't refuse, so he came to the hospital with that big basket.Every step can dig out three rooms and one living room.

The door of the ward was ajar, Cheng Yourang thought no one was inside, so he pushed the door open and went in.

There is an independent bathroom on the left side of the ward, so people inside can hardly see the door unless they walk over.

As soon as he went inside, he saw two people leaning against each other.

It must be Qiao Shumu who was blocked by lying on the bed. Qi Chi put one foot on the ground, and the other leg stepped beside Qiao Shumu's leg, leaning over.

With their backs to the door, they appear to be kissing.

The room was quiet, and Cheng Yourang didn't make a sound to disturb, but retreated lightly, and quietly closed the door.

He counted his watch and waited outside the door for a full 10 minutes before knocking on the door again.

"Enter."

There was a voice from inside, and he pushed the door and went in, as if he had just come here and hadn't seen anything.

The two people in the room are also everywhere, and there is nothing wrong with the atmosphere.

Qiao Shumu leaned against the head of the bed and smiled when he saw him: "Did you miss me?"

They didn't mention yesterday's leaving without saying goodbye, but Cheng Yourang felt relaxed and began to laugh: "Yes, yes, you can't even eat lunch if you're not here."

Qiao Shumu felt something was wrong: "Is it because there is no me or there is no high-end restaurant?"

Cheng Yourang put the fruit basket on the table in the ward, and continued to perfunctory: "Half and half."

"You don't even care about lying to me," Qiao Shumu showed a heartbroken expression, seeing the extra things in the room, "Why did you buy such a big fruit basket? I can't die."

Cheng Yourang stared at it speechlessly, copying the words of the director Qian Ding Wan Wan without emotion. : "This is the wish of all the staff in our department. I wish Mr. Xiao Qiao a speedy recovery and return to the company as soon as possible to continue to struggle."

Qiao Shumu gave a "tsk", as if it was not very useful: "Thank you for me."

Cheng Yourang nodded, he was just a messenger anyway.

"Have you been reimbursed yet?"

"The director personally went to the store to buy it for you. I'm just a runner."

"There are so many fruits here, have you finished eating?" Qi Chi walked over and looked at the fruit basket on the table, which was rich in varieties and in ample portions, and then looked at Cheng Yourang, "Let him bring some back later. Give it to grandma, don't waste it."

In fact, he may have good intentions, but Cheng Yourang didn't appreciate it at all: "No need, I just bought it for him."

Qi Chi: "He can't eat that much."

Cheng Yourang did not back down at all: "Our family has no shortage of fruits."

Seeing that these two people were about to quarrel again, Qiao Shumu came forward to smooth things over: "I'll save this for me to eat slowly, he just bought it on the nightstand here yesterday, you can take these away, I really can't eat so much. "

Cheng Yourang still wanted to speak, but Qiao Shumu hurriedly said, "That's the deal, let's just treat it as if I have one heart for grandma? I haven't met her old man yet, so it's okay to get a good impression first, right?"

Seeing what he said, Cheng Yourang no longer refused.After he calmed down, he realized that his rejection was too tough just now, like rejection.

After sitting for a while, Cheng Yourang wanted to leave and said goodbye to him.

"Let him see you off." Qiao Shumu looked at him. "I heard that he made you angry yesterday. Give him a chance to make up for it."

Cheng Yourang was stunned for a moment: "Let's...don't bother him."

"I'm leaving too." Qi Chi picked up the coat that was on the back of the chair, and glanced at him before going out, "Let's go together?"

"Young, take this."

Qiao Shumu handed him a bag of fruit on the bedside table, and gave him an encouraging look.

Cheng Yourang sighed softly, took the bag and followed him out.

In fact, he felt that Qi Chi didn't need to apologize to him.He didn't know what would happen in the setting, and he didn't say anything to ridicule him, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with using him as a tool for jealousy.

He probably didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

He turned his head to look out the window, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Chi looking at him from time to time.

The car stopped suddenly, and he saw a hotel outside.

He was furious in his heart, but his face remained calm, staring at the hotel firmly.

Qi Chi unbuckled his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car: "I'm going down to buy something, you just wait here."

After hearing what he said, Cheng Yourang was taken aback for a while before slowly saying: "Okay..."

It took him more than ten minutes to come back, holding a gift bag from a bakery in his hand.

Cheng Yourang silently looked at the logo on it, thinking that he probably wouldn't like this kind of sweets, and even if he liked it, he probably wouldn't buy it in front of his face, and might send it back to Qiao Shumu later.

Thinking this way, he turned his gaze out of the window again, but someone quietly patted his hand.

He looked over suspiciously and saw Qi Chi handing over the gift bag.

"I gave it to my grandma. Many people in this store said it was delicious..."

Cheng Yourang looked down to see the extra bag in his hand, and he didn't refuse after all: "Thank you."

The two fell into silence again. They wanted to say something, but they didn't know how to say it.

"Those people are not smart enough to talk, even I dare to scold," Qi Chi finally broke the silence, and lowered his voice, "Don't take what they said to heart."

In winter, when it gets dark early, Cheng Yourang looks at the flashing but continuous street lights by the side of the road, and murmurs, "Do you think I'm hypocritical?"

Qi Chi didn't speak, but gave the answer with a cold snort.

"I'm not someone's lover, and I don't want to suffer those slanders," Cheng Yourang said. "I don't want to get involved with you rich people who trample my self-esteem under their feet, so I'm too anxious."

"What's the hurry?"

"I was thinking... I wondered if you and Qiao Shumu were together, wouldn't you all pay attention to me anymore. "

Can you just let me go.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but both of them understood the meaning.

"He regards you as a friend and has been taking care of your self-esteem."

Cheng Yourang knew that Qiao Shumu's kindness to him had completely exceeded the setting in the novel.He has never regarded himself as a superior, otherwise he wouldn't let Qi Chi come to apologize to him today.

"how about you?"

"I won't touch you anymore, and I won't let those people get close to you," Qi Chi asked, "Is this guarantee enough?"

Cheng Yourang's tense nerves relaxed: "Is it because of Qiao Shumu?"

"I just don't understand your sensitive self-esteem. Respect is never what you want from others, only pity."

Qi Chi sneered, seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, and said: "Aren't you good at speaking? Why don't you have nothing to say to me?"

Before getting out of the car, Cheng Yourang finally smiled at him and made a face: "Because I have nothing to say to the madman!"