The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 112: Huanxi (two more)

Chapter 112 Joy (two more)

The police car in the front cleared the road, and the police car at the back escorted. In the dark, the sirens of "Beep~Woo~~Beep~Wow~~" were refreshing.

A white car was interspersed with two police cars, swaggering and galloping all the way.

The emergency department was extremely quiet late at night, and the nurse on duty sat behind the counter and took a nap.

There was a rush of footsteps, and the nurse on duty raised her head vigilantly.

Policemen?

The sleeping bug ran away immediately.

The police approached only to find that a man and a woman were still behind him.

The boy is 1.85 meters tall, dressed in black, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, blending with the dark night, cool and handsome.

The eyes of the young nurse on duty immediately lit up.

This boy is handsome even with hair. Although he can't see his face, he is a handsome guy.

The girl next to him is in a white dress, cold and gentle, like a bright spring breeze in April.

One black and one white, one cold and one soft, the extreme contrast and harmony.

The nurse on duty sighed from the bottom of her heart that these two men are perfect match, no matter the temperament or the appearance and height, they are made in nature and can be called a perfect match.

"His arm is injured, can you deal with it temporarily?" Xu Huan asked.

The nurse looked behind him infatuatedly, Xu Huan frowned and buckled the table with her fingers.

The nurse discovered that there was a **** wound on the boy's arm, and immediately said, "Okay, please come with me."

The nurse led them to the emergency treatment room, took out the medical tray, and placed tweezers, cotton balls, sterilized iodophor, and gauze tape on it.

"Sit here, I will treat the wound for you." The nurse was a little afraid to look at the young man. He was very tall and stood in front of him like a mountain, which made people nervous and at the same time feeling safe.

The young man Yiyan sat down on the stool. She was almost as tall as she was when she was sitting. The nurse smacked her tongue, and her heart beat very fast.

She was about to pick up the tweezers, and the girl's gentle voice sounded in her ears.

"Let me do it."

The nurse was stunned, a bright white slender hand passed through her eyes and picked up the tweezers.

She thought to herself, what the poem said is like cutting the roots of green onions and condensing the snow on the wrists, but that's all.

The young man raised her head, and she saw the beautiful eyes fixed on the young girl like the brightest star in the dark sky.

Stars always surround the moon, and the girl has a silvery face, bright and shining.

Dingjing took the tweezers in his hand, picked up a cotton ball, soaked in iodophor, raised his eyes and looked at the flying platform.

Qu Feitai's eyes narrowed with a smile, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."

Iodophor rubbed the wound, and a cool sensation came from the wound, followed by a cold pain. For Qufeitai, this pain was equivalent to a mosquito bite.

From beginning to end, he didn't even frown.

I could sell it properly just now, but if it still does, it’s self-defeating.

Under the light, the girl's face is like a silver moon, with her long eyelashes covering her eyelids, her expression serious and gentle.

The two were very close, and the faint fragrance of the girl's body drifted into the tip of her nose. Qu Feita felt her heartbeat suddenly speeded up, a little uncontrollable, and her brain was blank for a moment due to a brief lack of oxygen.

He suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, frowning.

Ming Jing put down his tweezers, and saw him frowning and asking, "Where else is uncomfortable?"

The words fell and grabbed his other hand, fingers covering his pulse.

Ding Jing's brow furrows deeper.

Why is the pulse beating so fast?

Her fingertips were warm and cold like jade, and his skin was hot like fire. The moment they touched, it seemed as if a burst of electric current rushed into the limbs, Qu Feitai suddenly stopped, stood up and walked out quickly.

Leave a sentence: "It's okay." The person is gone.

This person reacted a little strangely, and Ming Jing shook his head helplessly.

The nurse watched the whole process and wanted to remind her that she could see that the girl’s complexion was dull and there was no shame, so she knew that it was useless, maybe it would affect something, so she honestly shut up.

Ming Jing walked out of the processing room, Xu Huan walked over and asked with a weird face: "What's wrong with him?"

Ding Jing shook his head.

In the darkness, Qu Feitai held his chest with one hand, and after a long time, his heartbeat slowly calmed down.

Leaning his back against the wall, he turned his head and looked out the window.

A crescent moon on the horizon is like a hook, and the moon is as bright as water flowing.

Stars like chess scattered all over the sky, reflected in the eyes of the teenager.

You don’t know the sorrow when you are young, love the floor, love the floor.

Strongly talk about sorrow for the new words of Fu.

In the past, I dismissed the world’s idiots and complained about women, and claimed to be sober and to be good, but I didn’t know that one day, you became the person in the play...

I only sighed that the belts were getting wider, which was emaciated for Iraq.

Only hate the beautiful woman like Mi, the wind and the moon are boundless.

Qu Feitai suddenly laughed, and the laughter was low, penetrating his chest cavity, echoing in the night.

——

Qufeitai came out of the emergency department and got into the car on the side of the road.

Ming Jing didn't even question his sudden departure.

On the way to the police station, the atmosphere in the carriage calmed down strangely.

"Have you received the tickets for the concert?" Qu Feitai's low voice broke the silence in the carriage.

Ming Jing was stunned: "Did you send the tickets?"

"I told me the quote, I will send it directly to you, I am very happy that you can like my concert."

Ming Spiegel did not explain his misunderstanding, but just said thank you faintly.

"You invite me to dinner." Qu Feitai said.

Ding Jing nodded: "Okay."

"Two meals."

Ding Jing nodded.

Ding Jing is a dull temperament that most people find boring, but Qu Feitai finds it more and more interesting.

If one day, on this calm face, there is a look that arises from him, he will die without regret.

"I decide the time and the place."

"good."

"Give me your phone."

Ming Jing gave him a look.

Qu Feitai explained: "I will save my phone number, or how can I contact you?"

Mingjing didn’t notice any direct logical relationship between her mobile phone and his contact with her for the time being.

This person helped her tonight. Although Der Spiegel does not need his help, the kind-hearted person Der Spiegel is always willing to agree to his innocent requests.

Mingjing gave him the phone.

There is no password set on the phone, Qu Fei's platform will be unlocked after a swipe. The homepage does not have any extra entertainment apps except WeChat, which is enough to show how boring this person is usually.

Qufeitai clicked on the dial pad, entered his mobile phone number, and dialed it out. The youth’s clear and soft singing sounded abruptly, with a magical melody and a nice singing voice.

This is the title song of Qu Feitai’s first album, and it has always been his cell phone ringtone.

Qufeitai didn't hang up, the singing kept circling in the carriage, Qufeitai raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the mirror.

Ming Jing listened carefully, "Is this the song you wrote?"

Qu Feitai's eyebrows were flying, "Does it sound good?"

Mingjing nodded: "It sounds good."

Qu Feitai is like a good student praised by the teacher, smiling more proudly.

He stored his number in Ming Spiegel’s address book and secretly remarked a name, as if he had done something bad, with a guilty expression in his eyes.

Mingjing’s mobile phone ringtone is the system's own. Qu Feitai moved his fingers up and down and changed it to the same ringtone as his own.

When exited the address book, he paid special attention.

There are only five contacts in Mingjing’s address book. There are no memo names, only numbers.

Then he is the sixth.

And this remark name is very eye-catching among a group of numbers.

Qufeitai is satisfied with the lips.

He took Mingjing’s mobile phone to make a mess. Mingjing didn’t look at it or ask a question. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep.

Qu Feitai turned his head to look at her, the girl's white face was flickering in the dim carriage, just like his heart at the moment, fluctuating and fluctuating.

Qu Feitai was holding the phone, her body seemed to be contaminated with her temperature, bit by bit invaded his atrium.

Outside the window, there was a glimpse of light, neon flickering, and the intertwined light and shadow fell on his eyes brightly and darkly through the car window.

I wish Ming Spiegel.

He said her name softly.

Why do you have a secret sense of happiness even when you say her name.

The police station arrived, Ming Jing opened his eyes.

Qu Feitai handed her the phone. Ming Jing didn't ask another question, took it and put it in his pocket, got out of the car and left.

Qu Feitai sighed lightly, and suddenly felt that the road was long and long.

——

After finishing the transcript, it was already midnight.

Qufeitai’s car was driven by Xu Huan’s colleague, and the keys were handed over to him.

"Thank you tonight, go back and have a good rest."

Don't look at him again, got in the car, and left.

Qu Feitai sighed, and then Xu Huan chased it out: "Miss Zhu has gone? I forgot to give Zhu Xiangxiang's mobile phone to her. Let's send it to her tomorrow."

Qu Feitai said: "Give me the phone, I'll send it to her."

When Xu Huan made the transcript just now, he realized that he was the big star Qu Feitai. Recently, he came to Jiangzhou for a concert. The department held meetings almost every day to emphasize public security and traffic problems.

And this big star turned out to be Miss Zhu’s friend. It seems that the relationship between the two is not ordinary.

Xu Huan feels a bit broken.

He thought that since it was Miss Zhu’s friend, it would be OK to give it to him, so he handed the mobile phone in the dust-proof bag to Qu Feitai.

"Excuse me, Mr. Song."

When Qu Feitai was about to leave, Xu Huan hesitated and said, "Mr. Qu, can I presume to ask you... Sign me, my sister likes you very much. If she has your signature, she will be happy and crazy. Up."

"Okay, I have worked hard to approve the police officer tonight, but my identity, please keep the police officer secret."

Xu Huan immediately assured: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone."

——

Qufeitai stepped out of the elevator, and Huang Chao immediately opened the door to greet him: "Hey, Amitabha, God bless, and finally came back safely." He said that he put his hands together and worshiped in chaos.

Qu Feitai laughed and said: "I have worshipped the wrong mountain, God is Christianity."

Huang Chaobai glanced at him: "Regardless of God or Buddha, you can bless you. I will give him incense every day."

Qu Feitai took out his room card and opened the door, Huang Chao wanted to follow in: "I tell you, the concert will be soon, and you can be honest with me these few days, don't go crazy in the middle of the night..."

"pop." His response was a gray nose.

Huang Chao touched his nose: "This stinky boy, his temper is getting bigger and bigger."

Qufeitai came out after taking a shower, taking advantage of the inspiration burst, writing like a god.

He looked at the results with satisfaction.

Turning out the phone, he clicked in the latest missed call, saved it in the contact, changed the name of the remarks, and marked special concern.

I found the WeChat ID following this mobile phone number.

The avatar is a handwritten calligraphy——Jing.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, smooth and free, and her nickname is her name-Ming Jing.

is concise and clear, which is her style.

There are only eight characters in his personal profile-Cangshan bears snow, Mingzhutiannan.

Qufeitai immediately went to Duniang to search for the source of these eight characters, which originated from Yao Nai's Record of Deng Taishan in the Qing Dynasty.

A magnificent and heroic air emerged spontaneously, but it was very different from her calm and calm image.

This just shows that she is a woman with a big chest.

Qufeitai sent a friend request and waited anxiously.

However, he waited all night and did not wait to pass.

Is his verification message written too explicit? Der Spiegel hates him...

Qu Feitai has never been tossing and turning like this, staring at the ceiling in the darkness over and over in a daze, feeling the passage of time a little bit, and the mood is sour, joyful, or sad...

This feeling of being led by other people's emotions is too bad, but he doesn't want to change, and even enjoys it.

is suffering and enjoyment.

At the moment when he was about to fall asleep in a trance, the WeChat voice suddenly sounded with a "ding".

Qufeitai was awakened instantly and picked up the phone in a hurry.

passed, and Der Spiegel passed his friend request.

The screen of the mobile phone illuminates the joyful brows and eyes of the teenager.

However, when he looked at the time, he was instantly dumbfounded.

5:05 in the morning.

The sky is breaking through the window, and the sun is rising.

The teenager threw the phone, rolled back into the bed, and rolled around like a child.

What is a teenager?

Have the most secret joy.