Chapter 1193: wake up

Outside the door is Christine's voice.
"Wait a minute!"
Zhen Fan hurriedly returned to the room and changed his clothes before opening the door. Kristen stood at the door, smiling at Zhen Fan, who was still dripping with his hair and buttoned his shirt.
"Isn't the time to come?"
Kristen deliberately turned his head and looked at the direction Sarah was leaving, but Sarah was already racing in angrily.
"Colleague, I am a consultant temporarily!"
"Oh?"
Kristen was still joking, blinking at Zhen Fan, deliberately raising her voice, expressing her doubts, in fact she just wanted to tease Zhen Fan.
"Because I helped investigate a case!" Zhen Fan shrugged, "Maybe it's because I look like the Oriental version of Holmes, or maybe she just wants to have some fun!"
Christine came in, shook his head, hands behind his back, fingers clasped tightly, and then made a palm-supporting gesture. This gesture is very small and cute!
"Don't explain to me, it's your own business!"
Cousina blinked her eyes, and then she sat on the sofa as if she were in her own home, putting one hand on the armrest casually, and supporting her chin with the other, looking at Zhen Fan.
"How are you going to treat my... insomnia or hyperdreamism?"
"Uh, if I can, I'll put a few needles in your head. Have you ever seen acupuncture in Chinese medicine? If you know it, I'm relieved. After all, many people don't understand it!"
Zhen Fan stood up, ready to go to the room to get his silver needle.
"Acupuncture? I really haven't seen it..." Kristen watched Zhen Fan walk into the room and then took out a box, staring with interest.
Zhen Fan opened the box and placed a set of silver needles and tools for cleaning needles inside.
"This... is going to stick on the head?"
Seeing these slender silver needles, Kristen suddenly became worried for no reason. He couldn't imagine the reaction of something like this on his head.
Zhen Fan had expected the same.
"We can try other parts first, if you feel unwell, I will stop!" Zhen Fan looked at Christine and explained patiently, "You don't have to worry at all, only a little numbness. Otherwise, everything will be the same as usual!"
"Okay—right!" Christine finally gritted his teeth, "Try it with his arm first!"
When the slender silver needle was pierced, it really felt sore and tingling, and even a little swollen. It doesn't matter at all, I can bear it. It's just that the feeling on the hand is not very obvious.
"Why... try it on your head?"
Zhen Fan saw Christine adapt, and suggested with a smile.
"You have to be careful..." Kristen was a little confused.
Zhen Fan nodded, and started massaging her head with one hand: "Don't worry, relax and relax your whole body as I do. You can also lean on the sofa and rest your head. Okay, let me start. The needle is in, are you ready? Christine?"
"Well, I think I'm ready, relax, right?"
Kristen closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and then exhaled deeply, doing something very exaggerated. In fact, this was emboldening himself.
"Okay, you can start getting the needle!"
Feeling ready, Kristen began to call Zhen Fan to give her a needle.
There was Zhen Fan's chuckle from nearby. Christine opened his eyes and saw that Zhen Fan was already standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.
"What are you waiting for? I'm ready!"
Kristen looked at Zhen Fan strangely, and then found that Zhen Fan was empty-handed, and there was no silver needle in the box, so where is the silver needle?
"God, no, you have already gotten in?"
Kristen couldn't help being taken aback, reaching out to touch her head, but Zhen Fan grabbed her hand and warned her: "Don't move, or you will get hurt. All you have to do now is to lean on your head. Relax on the sofa, close your eyes, and if you can fall asleep, go to sleep!"
"Okay, I'll lean on first!" Kristen shook her head. She also wanted to sleep, but then the nightmare became a shadow in her heart, and she didn't dare to sleep. She said she was sleeping, but she just leaned and closed. The eyes, instinctively resist sleep.
When I close my eyes, I feel the room is quiet.
After a while, I heard a voice.
"are you asleep?"
"No, I can't sleep, I'm afraid, Zhen, that nightmare will fall into my dream as long as I fall asleep!"
"Do you want me to count the sheep?"
"Pump!"
Kristen couldn’t help it, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but still couldn’t help, closing his eyes and joking casually: "Well, if you count sheep and I can fall asleep, that’s really... great !"
"This is the privilege I give you!" Zhen Fan smiled.
Then a voice came from Christine's ears: "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep..."
This guy was actually counting sheep, and Christine didn't hold back, with a "pounce", trying to open his eyes to see what this guy was doing.
"Close your eyes, don't want to open and look at me, or you will violate the rules!" Zhen Fan quickly warned her, "Listen carefully to my voice, listen to me counting sheep, you know!"
"Well, you are a doctor now, listen to you, prospective doctor!" Christine held back a smile, said the "prospective doctor" very hard, and obediently closed his eyes again.
"Five sheep, six sheep..."
Gradually, Zhen Fan's voice became like a drop of water, crisp and sweet, and a comfortable feeling gradually rose from the bottom of people's heart, as if being gently wrapped in sunlight.
There was a smile on Kristen's mouth, and the whole body gradually relaxed, and the nerves slowly relaxed. After many days of insomnia, she began to lose control of her sleep, even though she wanted to wake herself up.
Zhen Fan's voice gradually became fuzzy, as fuzzy as a cassette tape, and like a rumbling sound coming from the bottom of the water.
Christine's breathing slowly stabilized, and her long eyelashes no longer tremble. This is a state of sleep. Zhen Fan couldn't help but smile, and then put a thin blanket on her.
The morning sun shone into the room. Zhen Fan sat in a bright place, looking at Christine who was leaning on the sofa in the living room, her hair hanging down, and the face of Enron, could not help but smile, casually. Picked up a book and read it.
"Tuk tuk!"
I don't know how long it took, and there was a knock on the door. Zhen Fan had already put down his book by this time. He is not a person who likes to read books. If he hadn't dealt with exams some time ago, he would not go to read for a long time. In contrast, he prefers to cook his own food.
Opening the door, Claire stood at the door holding her Barbie doll, looked inside, and smiled at Zhen Fan, ghostly.
"Uncle, is that aunt still there? Is she asleep? I promise to be obedient, not noisy, only watching cartoons!" Claire looked at Zhen Fan blankly, for fear that he would refuse him.
"It's okay, you can watch it over the TV. The voice is quieter. It shouldn't affect her. Auntie is too tired and didn't sleep for many days!"
Zhen Fan let Claire in, and then exhorted a few words.
"Yeah!" Claire hopped hurriedly, ran to the side to watch TV, but looked at Zhen Fan's kitchen from time to time. It was obvious that this little guy was also a drunkard who didn't want to drink.
Zhen Fan didn't care about her, and made the dishes by himself, and then he called Claire over.
"Try my mushroom meatballs, braised yellow croaker, spring roll pancakes!"
Zhen Fan took Claire, who could not wait to drool at the table, to the chair of the table, and prepared a knife, fork, spoon, and plate for her!
"This is for you!" Zhen Fan used chopsticks to clamp a spring roll pancake and placed it on Claire's plate. She put a meatball into her mouth and squinted comfortably.
"good to eat!"
Claire used a fork to fork the spring roll pancake, put it in his mouth, and took a bite. Then, following the way of Zhen Fan, he narrowed his eyes, pretending to be enjoying himself, and let out a tender sigh.
"Little elf!" Zhen Fan couldn't help but said with a smile.
This little guy is getting more and more sticky to Zhen Fan now, and even learns from Zhen Fan's every move. Even Anne has complained about this. For so many years, Claire hasn't learned about Anne or Thomas.
These words seemed to be jealous, but they were full of joy. Claire had completely changed. All of this was changed only when Zhen Fan came. This made her not only happy, but also grateful.
"Uncle Zhen, can I come to you in the future?"
Claire ate and ate happily. Suddenly, her emotions dimmed, her head hung down, and the pancakes were not eaten, just as she looked at Zhen Fan.
"What's the matter? Claire! Of course you can come. My favorite is that Claire is here as a guest!"
"But... but I'm going to school, my mother said, I'm going to school, Uncle Zhen, I don't want to go to school, I want to be with Uncle Zhen every day."
That's it, this little guy has troubles too!
Zhen Fan hurriedly walked over, picked up Claire, scratched her little nose, and smiled: "Even if Claire goes to school, he still has to go home after school? You can come when you go home. Uncle’s home? Aren’t we still able to meet every day?"
"Yes indeed!"
Claire clapped her hands and smiled~EbookFREE.me~ The little head turned around, and couldn't help laughing happily, all his worries were gone, and a slick of smoke stayed from Zhen Fan, raising his fork and spitting out a large mushroom The meatballs, put them on the plate, took a big bite, cheeks bulging.
The sun gradually shifted and shone on the sofa.
The sun stung Christine's eyes. When she opened it, she subconsciously blocked her with her hand, straightened up, and a thin blanket on her body slipped off.
When he opened his eyes, Kristen was surprised by the new environment, and then quickly realized that he was in Zhen Fan’s house and couldn’t help but smiled, and then looked at the food at the dining table. Two guys fighting.
"It's not fair, why don't you have my share!" Christine pretended to be dissatisfied.
"Why? Keep it for you. Since you are awake, come over and eat together! How is your sleep?"
How are you sleeping? Christine was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly woke up with a burst of ecstasy in his heart. With this sleep, there were no dreams!