Power and Wealth

Zhong family.

In the living room.

When Dong Xuebin went out to find medicine, he was not relieved. He looked back at the bedroom bed several times, which led him to turn in front of the plastic bag he had brought. He found a box of Bamir from inside, broke up a piece of hot water, and finally went to the kitchen to find a cup and stir it with chopsticks.

An orange flavor.

This antipyretic still smells good.

Turning back, Dong Xuebin pushed the door into the bedroom. What surprised him slightly was that Zhong Lizhen was still lying there. I didn't know if he really listened to Dong Xuebin, or if he couldn't move anymore, or if Dong Xuebin was going to choke on the rope.

“Drink your medicine. ”

“… hmm. ”

“Careful, it's hot. ”

“… hmm. ”

Sitting on the bed, Dong Xuebin handed her the cup.

Zhong Lizhen leaned over to the bed to pick it up, and Grunting quickly drank the fever medicine inside.

Dong Xuebin smiled slightly and retrieved the empty cup. “Lay down with your blanket covered. Let me see what else is in the house and make you something to eat. ”

“Not hungry. ”

“You have to eat that too. I'll go. Don't get out of bed. ”

Close the door for her, Dong Xuebin went to the kitchen and started flipping the fridge.

It's really clean, except for a few eggs, there's basically nothing at home. At first glance, Professor Zhong doesn't cook very often. On the basis of her no-night working condition, she's probably hungry for a meal every day. Shaking her head, Dong Xuebin found out the bags of rice, thinking that Professor Zhong has a fever and can't eat anything greasy. She simply chopped up the rice and made her porridge.

Rice, cabbage, eggs.

Simply make an egg congee.

It's boiling, the bell, the phone rings.

It's Han Jing. "Bin, how's Li Zhen? ”

Dong Xuebin turned the fire under the casserole down slightly and said: “I have a high fever, more than 38 degrees, but the situation is OK, my voice is not inflamed, there are no other conditions, I just asked Professor Zhong to take the medicine, I am cooking for her. ”

“Is she still working? ”

“Just now, but I didn't let her touch the computer. How can I go on like this? ”

“She, all the research in her head, alas, can't say her, Bin, then you bother, Mom can give you your cousin. ”

“Yes, I watched her sleep this afternoon. ”

“My son-in-law is still good, I can help you with anything, but you're hurt just fine, and I've been busy with Xiao Jing Sun Cai for a while now. I'm just afraid that I'm tired of you. Ha, if Huilan knew I was calling her man like this, he'd have to yell at me. ”

“Mom, I'm fine, I'm real, huh, I can't sit around at home. ”

“Well, thank you very much. Our guests are here. I haven't left yet. I can't walk away either. If your father returns early, Mom will go for you. ”

“No, don't run away from me. ”

Hanging up the phone, Dong Xuebin continued to carefully boil the porridge, it was time to put the eggs.

… in half an hour.

It's after 1: 00 p.m.

Dong Xuebin walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge, turned around, knocked on the bedroom door with one hand, then unscrewed the door and walked into the house. On the bed, Professor Chung lay there staring at the ceiling, his eyebrows pressed from time to time and loosened, his lips slightly moving, seemingly mumbling about some formula. Dong Xuebin turned his white eyes. He knew that Professor Zhong was counting her data again, or his mind was still calculating. There was really no way to take her. However, he was lying still without getting out of bed. This was already very honorable, and Dong Xuebin could not say anything.

“The porridge is ready. ”

“… oh. ”

“Drink while it's hot. ”

Zhong Lizhen sat up holding the bed, it could be violent or it could be a fever relationship, her body swayed and her head covered seemed a little dizzy.

Dong Xuebin quickly grabbed her back. “Look at you, you said it was okay. This can be called okay, you can't even sit still. ”

“Give me a pen and paper. ”

“What do you need a pen for? ”

“Write something, just figured it out. ”

“Oops, you drink porridge before you finish it. ”

“I forgot when I finished drinking. Come on, it's in the drawer. ”

I couldn't help it. Dong Xuebin had to turn it over to her and watch Zhong Lizhen grumble seriously about the numbers. He quickly wrote a large series of things in the book. There are mathematical symbols, there are physics terms, and there are many symbols that Dong Xuebin has not seen, and he doesn't know what to write.

“All right? ”

“Soon. ”

“The porridge is getting cold. ”

“Right away, don't rush! ”

Half an hour later, Zhong Lizhen dropped the note and finished writing it.

Dong Xuebin was really unhappy. When she finished, she confiscated all her banknotes and handed her the porridge bowl. "This is the last time, you are not allowed to work today! ”

“I didn't get up and touch the computer. ”

“You are harder to think about and affect your recovery. ”

Zhong Lizhen ignored him and drank porridge in a bowl. He started drinking very slowly, but the sooner he drank a few sips, the sooner he drank it, as if he was really hungry.

Dong Xuebinxin said you weren't hungry.

“How's it taste? ”

“It fits. ”

“There's more in the pot, I'll serve you another bowl? ”

“… hmm. ”

Dong Xuebin went to the kitchen to serve her porridge again. She also made herself a bowl, sat on the chair facing Professor Zhong, and drank with her.

Zhong Lizhen looked at him and said, "Didn't you eat when you came here? ”

Dong Xuebin shook his head and said: “Listen to my mother say you are sick, I drove straight over. ”

Professor Zhong took a slight meal and swallowed another sip of porridge, "… thank you. ”

Dong Xuebin waved: “Don't thank me, I can't bear it. After eating porridge, you sleep well in the afternoon, I will thank you for me. ”

“I'll sleep, you finish your meal and go home. ”

“No, my mom asked me to keep an eye on you. ”

“Xiao Dong, I'm not a child, I don't need you to stare. ”

“You are not a child, you are a child more than a child, even half a dozen children know they are sick to rest, but I did not see you know. ”

“I've been on leave for two days! ”

“Leave at home is also work, what's the difference between not taking leave? ”

“Come on, I'm tired of arguing with you. You can stare! ”

After drinking the porridge, Professor Zhong threw the porridge bowl at the table. After flipping the quilt, he went into the nest. He turned his back to Dong Xuebin and closed his glasses.

Is this going to sleep?

Why don't you take off your white coat?

After a few eyes, Dong Xuebin picked up the porridge bowl, went to the kitchen to brush all the pots and ladypots. When he came back, he blinked his eyes, afraid to listen on the bedroom door. He heard no movement inside, and Dong Xuebin was still not comfortable. Afraid that Professor Zhong would steal and calculate any data, he pushed the door open gently, and walked to the bookcase to pull out a book of mathematics, and sat on the chair to look.

Five minutes… ten minutes… Zhong Lizhen turned around and looked at him, “What are you doing? ”

“Read a book.” Dong Xuebin actually looked at her and supervised her to sleep.

Zhong Lizhen said: "You turn the page one by one, I can't sleep, you go out and read it. ”

Dong Xuebin shouted and put the book down without oil and salt. “It's okay, then I won't read it. Go to sleep with you, leave me alone. ”

Zhong Lizhen covered her head and exhaled, "I'm afraid of you, okay? I'm afraid of you.” Shaking her head, she sat up and lifted the quilt, took off the white coat outside and threw it on the back of the chair, which led her back into the nest and closed her eyes on the pillow.

At first glance, Dong Xuebin gently walked up and bent over to pull her quilt, exposed her to the left foot of one of the flesh stockings outside, a roll of quilt sealed her mouth under, then gently exposed her on the left shoulder cover, “Go to sleep, call me if you need me. ”

No response.

Dong Xuebin didn't care either. He sat down and stared at her for a while. Soon, his breathing sounds slowly came from the bed. Professor Zhong fell asleep. Dong Xuebin smiled and didn't stay in the house. He walked out lightly and closed the door. He stood on the windowsill and smoked.

What do you want to do?

The house is full of instruments, not even a TV.

Well, a lot of computers, see if there's any games.

After smoking the cigarette, Dong Xuebin looked for it. Without daring to ring Professor Zhong's computer in the living room, he went to the master bedroom for fear of messing with the drums.

Inside.

Dong Xuebin found a chair to sit on and turned the computer on.

Waiting for the computer to turn on, Dong Xuebin's eyes fell on a small book. His hands were also idle. Waiting and waiting, he handed it over and flipped it. He thought it was Zhong Lizhen's book to calculate what data. I didn't think I could read it, I just flipped it.

But one page in the middle of the card, the eye-catching phrase stunned Dong Xuebin.

March 3rd.

It hurts today - the menstruation, it hurts, it's time to rest.

When Dong Xuebin Tong reacted, this is Professor Zhong's journal??

He hurriedly threw the book on the table, didn't want to see it again. After all, it was people's privacy, but he threw it over there, and the book jumped a few pages on itself and got stuck on the previous pages. Dong Xuebin reached over and tried to close the book, but after a careless sweep, his hand stopped because he saw his name from above!

You wrote me?

What did you write about me?

Look at the date, it was just a few days after Dong Xuebin rescued Professor Zhong to his country.

Zhong Lizhen's handwriting is hard but beautiful. It says: It has been many days since she returned home. There is nothing else I am not used to, but the number of self-comfort is increasing. Why can't I stop? It used to be once a month or two, but now... I just finished last night and couldn't help but get up this morning - once, was Dong Xuebin on the plane touching my whole body? What does that have to do with anything? Maybe so. For the first time in so many years, I've been touched by a man by his surname. Although he's a child, alas, Sister Han is right, I may have to find a man to live with.

After reading it, Dong Xuebin was already a little surprised. He hurried to close the notebook and put it back in place flat based on his memory. The computer was also shut down by him.

It turns out Professor Chung has something for himself!

Fuck me! See what you shouldn't see!

(To be continued)