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I ran to the parking lot and was about to dig for my keys when I realized I was still wearing my surgical scrubs.

I shake my head, my heart and mind in a mess, my hands over my face, leaning against the door.

I pursed my lips. "I'm sorry, Doctor, but I'll do it."

"Is it going smoothly?" he asked me as soon as I sat down.

"It went smoothly." I answered without a shred of guilt.

I had thought about it on the way here, and I couldn't tell him about it, or he'd be worried again, and it wouldn't be a lie if it was settled next week.

I don't know if it was my misconception, but just as I said this, his eyebrows seemed to twitch. However, his face didn't seem to be any different from before, appearing as gentle as usual.

His eyes were fixed on me, and he said nothing.

His gaze is quite soft, but I don't know why, but my heart, which is pretending to be calm, is weakened by his gaze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I forced myself to hide my guilt and asked him with a smile.

He pursed his lips and shook his head.

Seeing that I was reaching for the juice, he moved it to the side first. "I just had an operation. Don't drink cold water." Then he called the waiter and ordered me a cup of hot milk.

I got used to his tenderness for me, smiled, changed the subject to him, and asked him how the morning was going.

Actually, my subtext is that Lou Shaotang didn't intentionally make things difficult for him, but he didn't say anything, he only said that it was alright, and then changed the topic to another place, so I didn't ask anymore.

Seeing that I was staring at the milk but didn't take it out, Qiao Chenfei pushed the milk closer to me. "Stop looking at it, drink it while it's hot."

I don't think he cares about me, and I can't give up his good intentions. So I picked up the milk, but just as I put it to my mouth, the smell of milk rushed into my nose, and I frowned, fighting the urge to vomit.

Maybe because my expression was too ugly, Qiao Chenfei could not bear for me to force myself and said: "Forget it, stop drinking."

"I'm fine." I smiled. "It's a waste not to drink."

After I finished speaking, I raised the cup, and just as my lips touched the milk, the cup was immediately snatched away by Qiao Chenfei.

"Stop drinking!" He drank, and his voice sounded angry, as if he were angry.

I looked at him, startled.

He poured the milk into the flowerpot beside the table and slammed the cup down on the table.

My heart skipped a beat. In all the years I've known him, I've never seen him so grand.

What happened to him? What was he angry about?

"Chen Fei, what's wrong?" I looked at him quizzically, and there was a rare look of anger on his face, and his chest was heaving and heaving.

Qiao Chenfei took a few deep breaths. It could be seen that he was suppressing his anger. I was even more confused.

Moments later, he rubbed his face with his right hand. His mood returned to its previous calmness and calmness.

"Sorry, Xiao Ying, I …" His voice and expression were filled with guilt towards me.

I smiled at him, shook my head, and asked, "Is there something wrong with your job?"

I think, other than this, there should not be anything else that would make him so angry, it might be Lou Shaotang making things difficult for him again.

He thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, it's a matter of work."

"It's Lou Shaotang?" I asked him further.

Hearing me mention Lou Shaotang, Qiao Chenfei's face immediately changed, his face full of disdain: "Who the hell is he!" He snorted coldly, "What can he do to me?"

I took a sip of hot lime water to quell the discomfort.

"Oh right, didn't you say that you have good news to tell me? What is it?" Seeing Qiao Chenfei's displeased face again because of Lou Shaotang, I changed the topic.

Because of what I said, he wiped away the gloom on his face and smiled, "Xiao Ying," he pulled my hand and held it tightly in both of his. His bright eyes looked at me affectionately and he said: "I have already talked to grandfather, our wedding will not be brief."

I was surprised that he would mention the wedding again. I had already told him last time that we would postpone it. Did he think that I didn't agree because the wedding was short?

"Actually, a wedding is just a formality. I don't care." I smiled indifferently.

I mean it. Maybe it's because of my ridiculous marriage to Lou Shaotang, I never had any hopes or expectations for a wedding, I really don't care about formalistic things.

It seemed to me that if two people loved each other, they could be happy even without someone else's blessing; if not, what if there were more flowers and applause? A wedding like that is just an act for someone else to see. It's fine if you don't want it.

But I don't want to get married, not because of what we're going to do with the wedding, but because, well, I can't say.

"No, I do." Qiao Chenfei's expression was very serious, his tone was firm and persistent, "I will definitely not let my woman suffer grievances. I'm going to give you the most grand and luxurious wedding ever, and make you the happiest woman in the world. "

Saying that, he walked in front of me, knelt down on one knee, and handed the jewelry box with a diamond ring over to me, "Xiao Ying, marry me, okay?"

I looked at him in surprise. I didn't expect him to propose to me, and for a moment I didn't know what to do.

But to be honest, although I did not care about the style of the wedding, at this moment, after hearing Qiao Chenfei's sincere and emotional words, I was deeply moved. No woman, I think, can resist such a confession.

As he focused on his loving eyes, a phrase from a certain writer suddenly flashed through his mind: Love bravely, as if you had never been wounded.

Isn't Qiao Chenfei the same as now?

I had hurt him so much, but he had forgotten the pain, and still loved me as he had always loved me.

Is such a man unworthy of me to cherish and love? What am I resisting, what am I hesitating for?

Seeing that I was silent, Qiao Chenfei probably thought that I was looking for an excuse to reject, and became nervous: "Xiao Ying?" He called to me.

I raised my head a little and blinked away the moisture in my eyes, because I couldn't say anything more than I needed to, because it felt like nothing I could say was going to work, but I had made up my mind.

"Alright." I smiled at him.

"You promised me?" Qiao Chenfei's eyes instantly lit up and even her voice became agitated. However, she did not dare to believe it, and asked me repeatedly, "Xiao Ying, you really agreed to marry me?"

Seeing him about to cry, I laughed, laughing at his stupidity, laughing at his crazy love for me.

"Right." I nodded, my expression and tone serious. "Chen Fei, I promise you, we will get married."

"Great Xiao Ying, great!"

Qiao Chenfei stood up excitedly, not caring about the fact that this was a public meeting, with so many people watching, they carried me in one arm and spun in place, while announcing to the people around: "My girlfriend has agreed to marry me! My girlfriend has agreed to marry me! "

He abandoned his usual reserve and restraint, smiling like a happy and happy child, his voice filled with unconcealable pride and pride.

I was infected with him, too, and smiled brightly, hugging him and kissing his lips.

With my eyes closed and kissing him, I couldn't see what was going on around me, but with the applause and the blessings, I could imagine how high the mood was right now.

Maybe it was a little too long, but when my feet hit the ground again, my head felt a little dizzy and I felt like throwing up. Thus, he told Qiao Chenfei to go to the washroom.

He had only taken two steps before he caught sight of the person standing at the entrance. He couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

I didn't know how long Lou Shaotang had been in there, but his eyes were fixed on my face. His face was covered with dark clouds, and his thin lips were cold and hard.

I guessed that he might have already seen the scene of Qiao Chenfei and I being happy. I curled my lips and gave him a cold smile, before turning around and heading straight for the washroom.

Previously, he was fine even if he didn't want to vomit, but now, he couldn't stop himself from vomiting.

After vomiting for a while, I felt better. I turned on the tap and rinsed my mouth, then washed my face. I straightened up to wipe my face with a tissue.