Chapter 9:

Zhan Beitian found Mu Yifan's car, shoved him into the vice seat, and turned to sit on the driver's seat.
He didn't drive away immediately, but instead looked at the man who scolded the quack and rubbed his stomach, and suddenly he made a slap and couldn't help laughing anymore. ’
Chapter 16: Unsympathetic Guy
When Mu Yifan heard the laughter, he turned his head and looked at Zhan Beitian: "Is it so funny? When you are diagnosed as pregnant, you will not be able to smile if you smile.
Zhan Beitian quickly put away his laughter and touched his cheek.
Just now, I was laughing!
How long has he never laughed like this?
It should be five or six years.
Zhan Beitian retracted his thoughts and said quietly: "I think the fetus that the B-mode photographed should be the bead you swallowed, as long as you get it out."
However, the difference between a bead and a fetus is so great, how can a doctor treat a bead as a three-month-old fetus.
Seeing Mu Yifan's relief, he didn't speak out his doubts.
Mu Yifan also felt that only such an explanation would make the doctor mistakenly think he was pregnant.
"I am hungry."
Zhan Beitian started the car and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Mu Yifan thought about it, his eyes suddenly flashed: "I want to eat hot and sour noodles."
Zhanbei Tian's eyebrows moved, nausea and vomiting, and she wanted to eat sour. Is it really ...
He drove away from the hospital calmly and looked for more than ten streets before finding a shop selling hot and sour powder.
Mu Yifan ate five bowls of noodles in a row and drank all the soup.
Zhan Beitian waited until he had eaten almost, then said, "Wait a while, I will go to Shenghua Hotel to get my luggage."
"Yes." Mu Yifan raised his hand and asked the boss for a bowl of hot and sour powder.
Zhan Beitian saw that he fastened his face with his right hand very quickly, squinting his eyes: "Doesn't your right hand hurt?"
He suffered a gunshot wound to his arm. Ten days and a half months would be all the better, and it would be impossible to use chopsticks so flexibly, as if there was no shot.
Mu Yifan moved for a moment, his heart was guilty, and his painless arm made him forget about the gunshot wound, not to mention that so many things happened from last night to now, how can I remember to put patients in front of Zhan Beitian.
He raised his head, pretending to be calm, and grieved, "Of course it hurts, but I just kept on forever, otherwise, would you feed me powder?"
"You continue to bear it."
"Unsympathetic guy." Mu Yifan lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.
Zhan Beitian sneered, turning his eyes to the outside.
After a month, something like compassion will only kill you.
Mu Yifan found that Zhan Beitian had returned to apathy and had no mood to eat flour again, and immediately settled the bill with the boss.
Back in the car, I could not help but yawn, and my eyelids suddenly became very heavy: "I'm going to sleep."
Zhan Beitian turned his head over, and the person had fallen asleep.
He drove to Shenghua Hotel and checked out at the reception desk with luggage.
When he returned to the car, Mu Yifan was still sleeping, and his posture had not changed.
Zhan Beitian was not in a hurry to leave by car, sitting in the driver seat, and thinking about what he was doing at this time in the last life.
Chapter 17: Fight North, You Go Up
When Mu Yifan woke up, the car was parked outside a strange alley. Xiyang was obliquely exposed, and the sun shot in through the glass window at the back.
He looked at the familiar side face sitting in the driver's seat, rubbed his squinting eyes, and said hoarsely, "God, I'm hungry."
Sleeping stupidly, he had long forgotten what to wear in the novel he wrote, and the person sitting next to him was not his haircut at all.
Hearing, Zhan Beitian was a little hesitant. Since he was born, no one has ever called him so intimately. Moreover, with a touch of coquettish tone, it is very natural, just like calling for decades.
Mu Yifan got out of the car first, and walked beside Zhan Beitian who followed him to get off. He leaned his drowsy head on his shoulder and said, "I want to eat sauerkraut fish, vinegar ribs, sugar and sauerkraut ... "
He said five or six dishes with sour taste at once.
Zhan Beitian looked down at the person who was close to his shoulders, and slightly raised his eyebrows, Shen said, "Stand up."
"No, I'm tired."
Mu Yifan not only did not stand upright, but clung to Bei Tian's arm like an octopus.
Zhanbei Tianhan pulled people away with a face, very uncomfortable to be so close to others.
Mu Yifan was not afraid of death and was taken up again, lazily, as if he had no bones.
Zhan Beitian: "..."
He pushed a few more times without success, and finally let Mu Yifan go.
Zhan Beitian was about to go down when he saw the sun. He took out his cell phone to check the time. It was already 4:57 pm. He squinted his eyes and looked sideways to the alley.
More than ten seconds later, a tall woman in jeans and a white T-shirt came out of the alley.
The woman is about 25 years old, her facial features are very beautiful, and Qi Liuhai is left on her forehead. Below is a pair of beautiful big eyes. As if she can speak, she is extremely clear. The black hair behind her is into a pony tail. Get up clean and refined.
She noticed that someone was looking at her, looked up, and immediately stared at the deep eyes of Shangzhan Beitian, and couldn't help but stare at God, seeing the other person watching her all the time, and she couldn't remember seeing this handsome Man had nodded politely with each other and walked by.