So —
When Su Qingsang stood at the door of the kitchen, she saw the broken pieces on the floor.
Su Qingsang tried her best to look at the innocent Huo Jinyao calmly. "Can you tell me what's going on now?"
Huo Jinyao's hands were still soaked in bubbles. His hands were empty. When he looked at Su Qingsang's face, he felt a little guilty.
"I, I don't know." Huo Jinyao blinked and looked like he really didn't know what was going on. "I wanted to rinse the water and soak the bubbles. These bowls obviously didn't think so. They seemed to be more willing to run to freedom."
Calm down. Su Qingsang's mouth twitched. "So it's the bowls' fault, not yours?"
"Of course." Huo Jinyao nodded and looked like she was right. "It's really not my fault."
Su Qingsang gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down. She told herself that it was all her fault. She knew that as a young master, he couldn't have done these things. How could he wash the bowls well?
Su Qingsang rolled up her sleeves and smiled. "Forget it. You can go out."
"Honey."
"Go out." Although there were only two plates left, she didn't want them to be scrapped.
"Well, why don't we get the hourly worker to do it tomorrow?"
"I said go out." Su Qingsang glared at him fiercely. Huo Jinyao shrank his neck and walked out.
Su Qingsang watched him stand outside the kitchen, sweep the broken pieces on the floor with a broom, and dump them into the trash can.
When the floor was clean, she washed the remaining two plates. She drained all the water in them and rinsed them. Finally, she put the remaining two plates and chopsticks into the disinfectant cupboard.
While she was doing this, Huo Jinyao stood at the door of the kitchen and watched.
Seeing that Su Qingsang had tidied up the kitchen, he felt a little guilty, which was rare for him.
"Honey. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it. "
"Don't say it." It was all her fault. She shouldn't have expected Huo Jinyao to wash the dishes. It wasn't something he could do at all.
"Honey, are you angry?"
"No." She wiped her hands clean, turned off the kitchen light, and went back to her room.
"How dare you deny it? You look angry." Huo Jinyao followed her and insisted that she was angry.
"I told you I'm not angry." Su Qingsang decided not to argue with this guy.
Too many things had happened in the past half a month, one after another. She almost forgot that this guy was a big CEO who could summon the wind and summon the rain outside, but he was simply a scoundrel at home.
"Honey." Just as she was about to reach the door of the room, Huo Jinyao put his arm around her waist and asked, "You're really not angry?"
"I told you, I'm not angry." Su Qingsang patted his hand and signaled him to let go of her. "I'm not that easily angered."
"That's great." Huo Jinyao gave her a big kiss on the cheek. "I knew I had a good wife."
"Put me down." Su Qingsang couldn't stand the smell of cooking oil. She was in a hurry to take a shower to get rid of the smell.
"I won't."
"Stop fooling around. I'm going to take a shower."
"I'm not fooling around. Let's take a shower together." As Huo Jinyao spoke, his hands began to move.
Su Qingsang quickly grabbed his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"
Yesterday, he said that he would let her rest for a few days and not touch her. Was he going to break his promise?
"Take my compensation."
"What compensation?" Su Qingsang blinked, her eyes full of confusion.
"Honey, you're not cute like this, are you?" Huo Jinyao carried her into the room and directly pressed her down on the bed.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Honey, look at you." Huo Jinyao leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "You said at noon that you would make it up to me. Why are you turning your back on us now? "
"Haven't I already made it up to you?" Su Qingsang glared at him. "I'm going to make dinner."
Su Qingsang seemed to realize that the compensation she was talking about was completely different from the compensation Huo Jinyao was talking about. She hurriedly explained, "I'm talking about making a delicious meal for you."
Huo Jinyao looked at the serious expression on her face, turned over, and lightly trapped her body in his arms again.
"But the compensation I'm talking about is — eating you."
"Huo Jinyao." Su Qingsang had enough. "Stop it. I still have to work tomorrow. "
She was really tired today. There were a lot of things to do in the hospital on Monday. She also went to buy groceries and came back to cook.
She was really tired now. "Huo Jinyao, can't you stop for a day?"
"No." Huo Jinyao began to take off her clothes. "You have to know that this is what you promised. So, honey, keep your promise. "
"Huo Jinyao —"
Her cry was drowned in his kiss. He pressed his lips against hers and whispered, "Call me husband."
Su Qingsang's face turned red.
"Are you going to call me that?" There had been too many things happening recently, and Huo Jinyao hadn't been satisfied. "Be good. I'll only do it once. If you're not good, I won't hesitate to do it a few more times. "
"No." Su Qingsang realized that her voice was a little hoarse. She looked at Huo Jinyao. This guy was used to threatening her.
"Husband."
"Call me that again."
"Husband —"
Huo Jinyao was satisfied, but he didn't keep his promise. Instead, he came a few more times as if he had tasted the meat.
It couldn't be helped. This was the only time Su Qingsang was willing to give in, and only when she gave in would she call him hubby in such a soft tone.
He really didn't want to tell her that he was even more excited when she called him husband.
It was better not to let her know such a little secret.
But did Su Qingsang really not know?
Of course not.
…
Su Qingsang checked a pregnant woman's body, wrote a checklist for her, and set up a file for her next prenatal checkup.
After a busy morning, Su Qingsang's back was a little weak when she got up. She couldn't help but reach out to rub her back.
"Doctor Su, are you tired?" Li Meilin looked at Su Qingsang with some concern in her eyes. "Our hospital is like this. When we're busy, we'll be in a daze. You might not be used to it yet. "
"It's okay."
What made Su Qingsang feel tired was not the small things in the hospital, but the torment of Huo Jinyao last night.
She was clearly making chicken soup. Why did she feel that Huo Jinyao might have drunk tonic soup?
"Doctor Su." Li Ting's voice interrupted Su Qingsang's thoughts. She put away the medical records on the table and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"It's embarrassing to say it. I also know that you just came, and it's not your turn to be on duty yet. But — "Li Ting looked a little uncomfortable." Can you help me after work tonight? "
"Sure. No problem. "Su Qingsang agreed so quickly that Li Ting didn't need to explain the rest.
"It's my boyfriend's birthday today." Li Ting put her hands together and looked at Su Qingsang gratefully. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome. It's a small matter."
She was only on duty. She had promised Huo Jinyao to have dinner with him tonight, but it seemed that she couldn't do it now.
…
When it was time to get off work, Su Qingsang checked the patients and expectant mothers in the ward again. She went back to the office and planned to eat the takeout she had just ordered.
She just sat down and opened the takeout package. Nurse Ke Lan came to call her.
She quickly got up and walked out. The emergency department sent a pregnant woman. Her belly was already very big. She had been hit by a car.
Su Qingsang quickened her pace. In the reception room, a pregnant woman was lying there and screaming.
A very tall man stood beside her. Su Qingsang immediately went up to examine the pregnant woman.
The pregnant woman suddenly grabbed her hand, pointed at the tall man standing beside her, and said, "Doctor, doctor, have someone keep an eye on him. Don't let him run away. He hit me. It's him — "
Su Qingsang looked at the pregnant woman who was so agitated and patted her hand. "Ma 'am, calm down. I'll examine you first. "
"Yes, yes, examine carefully. Don't let this person run away."
Su Qingsang nodded and took out a stethoscope from her pocket. The moment she put it on, she glanced at the tall figure behind her from the corner of her eye.
Just one look and she was stunned. Wasn't this the police uncle who acted bravely for a just cause last time?
When the man noticed her gaze, his expression didn't change, but he stood even straighter.
Su Qingsang couldn't help but look at him again because of his action. She reached out and was about to pull the curtain on the edge of the examination bed, but the pregnant woman screamed again.
"Doctor, you can't pull it up. You can't pull it up. What if he runs away if you pull it up? "
Su Qingsang frowned. Thinking of the last time this "policeman" helped to arrest the thief, she instinctively believed that such a person wouldn't do such a thing.
"Ma 'am, when I examine you, I have to lift your clothes. May I ask if he is your husband?"
The pregnant woman's expression was a little ugly. "Then, what if he runs away?"
"There are nurses outside. If you are really worried, I can ask the nurses to keep an eye on him. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Yes. "
The pregnant woman agreed. Su Qingsang pulled the curtain and lowered her head to examine the pregnant woman. The pregnant woman kept screaming in pain.
However, her eyes were fixed on the "policeman" outside the curtain behind Su Qingsang. She kept saying that she couldn't let him run away.
Su Qingsang had worked in Rong City Hospital for some time. Looking at the woman in front of her, her intuition told her that something was wrong.
"Ma 'am, can you please be quiet? I can't examine you if you keep making so much noise. "
Su Qingsang's words finally made the pregnant woman calm down. If she didn't speak, it would be convenient for Su Qingsang to examine her.
She was about six months pregnant, and the specific pregnancy date would only be known after the examination. However, the pregnant woman didn't forget to say that she wouldn't let the "policeman" go while screaming in pain.
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