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Sitting on the sofa, Song Qingyao picked up his mobile phone and called Lin He. When no one answered, he called Tang Jingyan. After hearing the voicemail prompt, he called Tan Qian. Tan Qian turned off the phone.

Throwing the phone back on the coffee table, he leaned against the sofa cushions, recalling the conversation with Aunt Su just now.

Aunt Su said that Lin He had paid one month's salary and signed the contract, and if he refused, the money would not be refunded to Lin He.

He asked about the amount of the commission, and Aunt Su gently reminded him that the salary is only open to the employer.

Thinking he understood, Aunt Su was about to take off her shoes and enter the door when she heard him say: "I'll confirm this again, you should go back today."

As a well-informed domestic worker, Aunt Su handed him the stainless steel heat preservation box simply: "Then you keep this first, this is what Mr. Lin told you to buy, and the heat preservation box was also provided by him."

Song Qingyao took it and put it on the locker in the entrance. Aunt Su nodded to him and left.He looked at Aunt Su's neat and tidy housekeeping uniform, and thought that Lin He had made such an arrangement without his consent, and his head began to ache.

During the few days together in Qingdao, he had a general understanding of Lin He's personality of being very assertive and ready to do whatever he thinks.So when Lin He asked the dean to ask for leave yesterday, he wasn't really angry. After all, Lin He thought about it from his standpoint, and if it wasn't for teaching, he would have asked for a week off.

But the nature of this matter is completely different today, Song Qingyao felt that it was necessary to talk to Lin He again.

Standing up from the sofa, Song Qingyao caught a glimpse of the heat preservation box on the locker when he was about to wash up.

He took the insulated box to the dining table and opened it. The top layer contained crystal clear shrimp dumplings and dry steamed siu mai with thin skin and big stuffing. In the middle were pocket-sized jade rabbit buns and crab buns.

Looking at this delicious and still warm breakfast, he seemed to be able to see Lin He's expression when he told Aunt Su.

After closing the lid of the insulation box, he returned to the kitchen after washing up, opened the refrigerator and looked through it.He hadn't been to the supermarket since he came back from Qingdao, and there was nothing to eat in the refrigerator, so he took a pair of chopsticks and sat down at the dining table.

Food is innocent and cannot be wasted.He picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth, and couldn't help chewing as soon as he bit it open.

The Cantonese style breakfast at the Westin Chinese restaurant is very good, just for this taste, he will invite Ye He to try it next time.

The delicious food filled his empty stomach, and when he couldn't stop eating, Lin He called back.

"Sorry, senior," Lin He's voice sounded hoarse, as if he was tired after finishing his work, "I was dealing with a patient just now, and the phone was placed on the table."

He put down his chopsticks and took out a paper towel to wipe off the grease from the corner of his mouth.Cannibalism is soft-spoken, and the other party is still talking like this, and he can't open his mouth to ask why you are self-assertive, so he asked along the line: "What's the patient's condition?"

Lin He said: "The ketoacidosis caused by excessive dieting has already been sent to the operating room."

He continued to ask several questions, and Lin He answered them fluently.Looking at the food box on the table, he thought for a while and said, "Why didn't you ask me about housekeeping first?"

Lin He didn't intend to make excuses: "If you ask first, you will definitely refuse."

"So you're just as self-assessed as if you asked for leave yesterday?"

"Senior," the voice on the other end of the phone was much lighter than before, and it felt like it was whispering next to his ear, "You are alone now, and you are not sorry for accepting my care?"

Song Qingyao said: "Did you forget how you promised me the day you came to the hospital to report?"

"I remember," Lin He took a puff on his cigarette, squinted his eyes to see the water stains on the ground in front of him, "I can distinguish between work and private life, and I always call you Director Song when there are other people in the field." , and never touched you in front of others."

The voice paused for a moment, and when I spoke again, I was a little more aggrieved: "I have restrained myself, and I have behaved well since I came back from Qingdao. Isn't this enough?"

Song Qingyao wanted to ask, are you sure about your own rules?When he got to the point of speaking, he hesitated because of Lin He's tone just now.In fact, he didn't have the confidence to ask Lin He about this matter, after all last night he was still thinking about this person doing something ulterior.

Lowering his head and pressing the center of his brows, Song Qingyao said, "Forget it this time, and discuss it with me before doing anything in the future."

"Then you agree to the housekeeping?"

Lin He restrained his tone, fearing that Song Qingyao would accidentally hear his rising tone.Song Qingyao leaned on the back of the chair, staring at his right hand with the protective gear: "You have spent all the money, there is no reason to waste it. But you have to tell me how much it is, and the money must be returned to you."

"Senior."

"It's useless to call me senior," Song Qingyao interrupted Lin He, "No rebuttal is allowed, it's settled like that."

"Oh." Lin He pursed his lips, took the hot latte brought to him by the clerk, took a sip and felt his throat was more itchy than before, and coughed a few times before asking, "Have you rested all night, are your hands still clear?" better?"

"It's better." Song Qingyao replied, and when Lin He coughed twice, he asked, "Why are you coughing?"

Thinking of the sea breeze that blew downstairs for almost an hour last night, Lin He really wanted to complain about him, but held back, and said, "The sea breeze blows too much, and I feel a little cold."

Song Qingyao asked, "Where did you get the sea breeze?"

"Nothing," Lin He said vaguely, and changed the topic, "Senior, will you be bored at home by yourself?"

"No, it's very comfortable to be alone."

Lin He didn't expect him to say what he thought about himself, but he continued to ask unwillingly: "Then what do you do at home?"

Looking at the Lego packaging box still placed in the entrance, Song Qingyao said, "Read and spell Lego."

"Can you spell Lego?"

"Ah."

"Will it affect the hand injury?"

"No, I can press with my left hand."

"Senior." The person on the other end of the phone called him again, and said after his "hmm", "Actually, I've wanted an Optimus Prime since I was a child, can you fight for me?"

Sitting on the dark brown cowhide carpet in the second bedroom, Song Qingyao looked at the Lego box of the transport vehicle opened in front of him, but did not touch the manual inside. Instead, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the Lego head office in Mixc City, asking if there was an Optimus Prime in stock.

This is a hot-selling model, and the online store is often out of stock. Lin He is lucky, and the clerk said that there happened to be a few Optimus Primes in the batch of delivery trucks he took yesterday.He asked the other party to help keep two, and he will get them in the afternoon.

Putting down his phone, he picked up the instruction manual and looked through it. After he had a good idea, he took out several storage boxes of different colors next to him and began to classify the Lego parts.When everything was ready, he put a small table board on his coiled thighs and began to sink into the world of assembly.

This is his favorite moment of relaxation, where he can devote himself fully without distracting thoughts, without complicated thinking, and will not be easily disturbed by the outside world.Although his dominant right hand can't use force, he has no problem pressing with his left hand, but the speed is much slower than usual, and he can only fight for one-fifth of it after sitting for two hours.

After stopping for a while, he got up and went to the kitchen to pour water.When the cup was put down, the doorbell rang, and when I opened the cat's eye lid, Aunt Su was still dressed as she was in the morning, holding two large plastic bags in her hand, standing respectfully outside the door.

He opened the anti-theft door, took a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them down. After Aunt Su changed the shoes, he led him into the kitchen.

The house has only been bought for a year, and all the furniture and appliances are very new. He briefly introduced the usage of a few home appliances to Aunt Su. Aunt Su looked at the spotless gas stove and range hood, and thought that he usually hired other cleaners .Knowing that he does all the cleaning by himself, I can't help but sigh that he is more clean than many female clients.

Song Qingyao smiled, gave up the kitchen, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and turned on the TV to watch the news.Auntie Su moved very quickly. In less than four or ten minutes, she served two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, a bowl of tofu and crucian carp soup, and a bowl of steaming, crystal-clear and plump Wuchang rice.

Song Qingyao sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks and asked, "Did Mr. Lin ask you to come here every day?"

"Yes," Aunt Su explained, "He ordered a few staple dishes, and asked me to cook two meals a day. I bought breakfast outside, and the sanitation was cleaned once a day."

Song Qingyao took a mouthful of fresh spring bamboo shoots and fried shredded pork, and after swallowing, he asked, "What staple food did he order?"

Aunt Su unlocked her phone, opened a picture and showed it to Song Qingyao: "This is the one you see. Mr. Lin also said to let me pay attention to which dishes you like to eat, and cook them more times if you like them."

Putting down the chopsticks, Song Qingyao zoomed in on the picture to look at it.This is a handwritten menu. The Chinese on it is a bit scribbled, but the handwriting is pretty. In addition to a few main dishes he likes to eat, he also wrote where to buy breakfast every morning.

Seeing that he stared at the screen without any response, Aunt Su thought he was dissatisfied with something, and was about to ask when he raised his face and looked at her: "Can you send me this picture?"

While Song Qingyao was eating, Aunt Su started cleaning.The house was very clean, and it didn't take long for the cleaning to be completed. She went back to the living room and took the used dishes and chopsticks to the sink, rinsed them, put them in the dishwasher, and finally took off the apron and hung it back on the wall. Song Qingyao, who was sitting on the sofa, said, "Mr. Song, then I'll go first, and I'll come back to make dinner for you at five o'clock in the afternoon."

Song Qingyao put down the two legs that were curled up on the sofa, stuffed them into the slippers and stood up: "Thank you, I'll see you off."

"No," Aunt Su smiled and waved her hands, "Don't be so polite, I'll just go by myself."

Song Qingyao walked to the porch with Aunt Su, saw that after she changed her shoes, she took the initiative to put disposable slippers into the garbage bag she brought, said goodbye politely, and turned to leave. Kind of like it.

After closing the door, Song Qingyao took out his phone from his pants pocket, unlocked it and opened the picture again.

His fingertips caressed those scrawled but rather flamboyant words across the screen.Everyone said that his writing was like his own person, and Lin He's writing was just like his character, showing strength in his flamboyance.This kind of personality is more likely to attract resentment, especially in unfamiliar relationships.And he doesn't like Lin He's way of always making his own decisions, but he doesn't seem to have really turned his face once.

Is it because they had slept together that he gave in to Lin He again and again?

After returning to the room and changing the clothes he had gone out, Song Qingyao went to the main Lego store in Vientiane City to buy back the Transformers that Lin He wanted.For the next two days, he stayed at home, to be precise, in the master bedroom and the second bedroom.One-fifth of the van truck that he worked on on the first morning was put aside. He focused on this Optimus Prime, nearly 3000 pieces of Lego accessories, and found a problem with missing parts in the middle.Fortunately, he had already made preparations in advance. He disassembled another box of Optimus Prime, found the necessary accessories and put them together, and finally put it together the next night.

Pounding his sore shoulder with his left hand, he planned to take a video for Lin He to watch, but he realized that it was not good after recording half of the video.

After all, Lin He never said that he would have it soon, but he did it so quickly.

Looking at the domineering Optimus Prime in front of him, he stood up and carefully put this guy into the storage cabinet in the second bedroom, planning to give it to Lin He later.

Aunt Su cooked a delicious dinner tonight and prepared him a dessert of mango coconut milk pudding, which was also listed on Lin He's menu.

He took out this bowl of dessert wrapped in plastic wrap from the refrigerator, and he took a bite out of it with a spoon and put it into his mouth.The tender coconut milk pudding is paired with sweet and sour mango sauce, and the melt-in-your-mouth taste is indescribably wonderful.He couldn't help but lamented that Aunt Su's cooking skills were beyond words, and began to consider whether to hire Aunt Su to cook for a long time.

After swallowing the last mouthful of soft and glutinous balls, Song Qingyao put the bowl in the sink to rinse it off, and went to the bathroom to take a bath.It was almost eleven o'clock when he came out. He lay on the bed and looked at his mobile phone. Tan Qian sent him more than a dozen messages, all of which were related to patients. After reading them, he replied one by one.These messages are not urgent, so it doesn't matter if he is late in replying.

Tan Qian probably fell asleep and did not reply to his message.He returned to the homepage of WeChat to see if Lin He had any questions, but found that there was no red dot on Lin He's profile picture.

He clicked on Lin He's WeChat window, saw that the last message was the voice message he sent the day before yesterday, and suddenly realized that after Lin He called him yesterday morning, he hadn't called him again until now.

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Lin He: Who knows the torment of missing a wife?I will endure. (Holding Yaoyao to shake his head, he was bitten by Yaoyao in disgust)