Chapter 2289

Zhao Ting lets Zhao Min pull himself out. Rice porridge simmers slowly. The faint fragrance permeates the house. Zhao Min takes out the medicine box and handles the blisters for him. While applying the medicine, he says, "are you coming to see me or to increase my troubles?"

"I want to help, too. There's no other point." Zhao Ting didn't expect that he was so useless. He couldn't cook a porridge well. He looked at her and found that her long eyelashes were like two small fans, one fan at a time. Because during this period of time, her face became smaller and smaller.

She smelled the words and sighed: "OK, now I see it. I'm ok. Go back first."

"I'm hungry. I cook porridge. I can't go too far without a bowl."

“…… Are you sure? "

"Of course." Zhao Ting stood up. "I'm almost done. I'll go to Sheng."

"Oh, no, sit down." Zhao Min stops him. "Just like you, let's forget about it. I'll get in trouble again if you save. I'll go."

Zhao Min walked into the kitchen, first dealt with the mess before, then opened the lid of the pot with gloves, checked the rice porridge situation inside, turned off the fire, took out the dishes again, and filled two bowls of porridge.

When Zhao Ting saw this, he immediately went forward and said, "I'll bring me."

"I'll save it. You've dropped my bowl again. Take the spoon."

"Where is the spoon."

"In the first drawer under the steamer."

Zhao Ting took the spoon out, Zhao Min returned to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, loaded two plates of small vegetables out, a plate of pickled vegetables, a plate of fermented bean curd.

"There's nothing to eat at home. You can make do with it."

Zhao Ting looked at the bowl of light porridge and two dishes in front of him. He didn't dislike them, but nodded seriously: "it looks good."

Zhao Min didn't speak. She drank porridge with pickled mustard. The hot porridge warmed her stomach, which relieved her depression these days. Zhao Ting didn't think it was so inconvenient. But when he put the whole piece of fermented beancurd into his bowl, she was depressed: "Hey, it's not for you to eat alone. You can leave some for me."

"Take it. I didn't expect this porridge would be so delicious with bean curd."

"You don't eat such a precious flower. It's natural that you don't eat it. How can you see it every day?" Zhao Min drooped her eyes and said softly.

Hearing this, Zhao Ting looked at her: "how can I be so precious? How can you tell me that I have no common sense of life?"

"Isn't it?"

Good end drink porridge, result because of these three words and two words, Zhao Ting's anger immediately came up: "originally I in your eyes unexpectedly so useless."

Zhao Min's expression is light: "am I wrong?"

Zhao Ting left with chopsticks.

Zhao Min sat at the dinner table, listening to the bang from the door, and the spoon in his hand also shook, making a crisp crash.

She immediately put down her spoon, pressed her temple, and took a breath. She knew that it would provoke Zhao Ting, but she said it again. It was like a beast in her heart was forcing her to say whatever she said. She felt that her mood was worse than before.

Zhao tingqi rushes away from Zhao Min's home and goes downstairs. He still looks angry. It's really a dog that bites LV Dongbin and doesn't know good people.

He went to visit her and cooked porridge for her. As a result, the woman didn't show any gratitude. She stabbed him with words. She looked down at the gauze in her palm. He tore it apart angrily, and accidentally squeezed the biggest blister, which made him jump for a moment.

He's really fed up before coming here to find fault. She thinks he's useless. She thinks Huang Xiaohao, right? If you want to go back with him to see your parents, then go ahead. Don't regret it. He'll never be Zhao if he's nosy with mice!

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working hours of the next day.

Fu ran met Zhao Ting at the door of the unit. He said hello to him. He found that the old man with his face pulled was angry.

"Are you ok?"

"Nothing." After answering these two words, Zhao Ting took the lead in entering the gate of the unit.

Fu ran picked up his eyebrows slightly and followed him up, but he didn't ask any more questions. However, Zhao Ting seemed to be upset all the time this morning. He made a cup of coffee for him because of several mistakes in the documents. He said to him, "take a rest first, calm down, or this job will not be good."

Zhao Ting wipes his face and stops talking. At last, he takes the coffee. Fu ran smiles lightly: "it's not convenient for Fang to tell me what's going on. Who made you so grand?"

Zhao Ting is silent.

Fu ran raised his eyebrows slightly: "I guess it's Dr. Zhao?"

As soon as this words came out, Zhao Ting glared fiercely. Fu ran knew that he guessed it right, which was funny. In fact, Zhao Ting didn't care about Zhao Min so much, even he was deeply influenced by her, but he didn't realize it, or didn't want to realize it, so he died here to face and suffer."If you don't want to say it, don't say it. You can work hard after you drink the coffee. I'll be busy first."

Zhao Ting looked at her back, hesitated for a moment, and stopped her: "wait, Fu ran, if you have time in the evening, go to see her."

"Zhao Min? What happened to her? "

Zhao Ting told Fu ran about the failure of her operation. As for last night's incident, he chose to talk about it selectively, including the dispute between the two men. He just said that he was meddlesome and was bitten by Lu Dongbin.

When Fu ran heard the words, he could not help but walk up. Finally, he nodded: "OK, I know. Let's work first."

In the middle of the afternoon, Fu ran sent a message to Zhao Min and asked her to have dinner together in the evening. After a while, Zhao Min came back and said yes.

So fu ran asked her to meet at the restaurant at six o'clock in the evening. Seeing Zhao Ting looking at her, Fu ran generously handed the information to him: "do you want to go together?"

"What am I going to do? Go ahead."

Fu ran smiled and nodded, "OK, I will inform you of the news."

At 6:00 p.m., Fu ran appeared in the restaurant on time.

Zhao Min has come. She is sitting by the window. She is a little thin and has a little powder. She looks very energetic.

"I'm sorry. I'm late. There's a bit of traffic." Fu ran put down his bag, sorry.

"I'm not late. I'm early. Sit down." Zhao Min smiles.

Fu ran sat down opposite her, and the waiter tenderly sent over a glass of water and a menu. Fu ran motioned for the waiter to hand the menu to Zhao Min: "you can order it."

"OK." Zhao Min didn't refuse either. As a result, he looked at the menu and ordered several dishes.

Fu ran put down his glass and smiled at her.