Zhang Xueqing didn't expect her to refuse so clearly, but the man in front of her walked forward regardless, squatted in front of her, and was going to lift her legs.
He quickly turned his legs to the other side and said, "Just leave it there, I'll apply it at night."
The man ignored him, but he had no intention of giving up. He raised his hand, gently pulled her legs to his side, and said helplessly,
"It's okay to be awkward, don't make fun of your body."
The tone was softer than ever before, causing Zhang Xueqing to hallucinate for a moment.
Is this still the fierce man who doesn't want to say a word about anything?
In a moment of confusion, her legs had been lifted onto the man's flexed thighs, and his big hands pushed her long skirt up to her knees little by little.
Zhang Xueqing pressed down on the man's hand, endured the pain, quickly put down her leg, and took the ointment from his hand.
"I can do it myself, I can do it."
Seeing her look like this, Meng Fansen sighed secretly, stood up slowly, and had no intention of leaving, just looked at her straightly.
What does the black line on Zhang Xueqing's head mean? Are you supervising her?
Isn’t it okay for her to apply it!
Resigned to his fate, he raised one leg and placed it on the coffee table opposite. He lifted up his long skirt, squeezed on the ointment, and spread it evenly, little by little.
Finally, he raised his head and looked back at the man who had been keeping still.
"puff!"
Yin Fei, who had been watching the show in the back, couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. Zhang Xueqing took the time to glare at her, and then continued to look at the man beside her.
Meng Fansen ignored the voice behind him and said seriously and solemnly,
"Squeeze the ointment on your hands first, and then apply it evenly on your legs. It's best to use some strength to let it absorb quickly. What you are applying is medicine, not skin care products."
"oh!"
Zhang Xueqing did not refute, nodded calmly, and followed what he said, changing positions and doing it again, again, again, and again.
I kept muttering in my mind, does this person have nothing to do? Just watching her apply medicine, she must be sick.
Finally, after one leg was all painted, Meng Fansen turned around and left.
Just when Zhang Xueqing wanted to take a breath, the supervisor's voice came as expected,
"The other leg, exactly the same operation."
Without looking back, he passed Yin Fei who was watching the show and went to the kitchen.
Zhang Xueqing sat on the sofa and was so angry that she bared her teeth and claws, but did not dare to make a sound.
Seeing that someone had gone out, Yin Fei sat down on the sofa, with a teasing look on her face, and whispered,
"Hey, tell me, what's going on with you two? I think something's not right."
His hands were not idle either. He took the ointment from Zhang Xueqing's hand and applied it to her other leg over and over again according to the man's instructions.
"Oh, please be gentle, I want to amputate my leg."
"Sorry, sorry, I was a little excited and couldn't control my strength well."
Zhang Xueqing rolled her eyes helplessly and sighed, "That's what you see."
"No, you two really have an eye for each other. Don't say you don't. It's okay to deceive others with your poor acting skills. I've already figured you out."
In terms of understanding, Yin Fei is definitely the person who understands her best in the world, perhaps even better than herself.
When we worked together in the past, one look could reveal everything. Without any prior discussion, you would understand what she was thinking and what she actually wanted.
"Yes, but so what."
"Whatever, let's talk, let's fall in love. It's hard for others to find such a good man, but he's been delivered to your door for free, and you still dislike him."
"I did not mean that!"
Zhang Xueqing quickly defended.
"I am a dying person, and if I fall in love with him, isn't this harmful to others?
Besides, he has passed the age where he needs to fall in love, and he thinks more about the future.
And I am exactly a person without a future. "
Zhang Xueqing's voice was cold and a little lonely.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
"Hi! It's not like you have a fatal disease. Didn't the doctor say that as long as you cultivate yourself well, nothing will happen to you?"
"I see that he is very good at taking care of people. He will definitely take good care of you."
"Besides, there is still so long in the future. Who knows what will happen in the future. You are worried about this and that now. Do you really not regret missing such a good person?"
But, she knew, she knew what would happen in the future.
Three years later, she died, and Zhang Xueqing no longer existed in this world. How could she discuss the future with Meng Fansen.
She can't do it.
"Can you cook?"
A cold voice broke the silence between the two people, and they looked up at the door at the same time.
Yin Fei pointed at herself uncertainly, "Me?"
Meng Fansen nodded calmly.
“Can I order takeout?”
"puff!"
This time it was Zhang Xueqing who laughed out loud.
Look, how this man scared her best friend into what she is, she's so cowardly.
Meng Fansen carried the things directly into the kitchen without paying attention, without even giving Yin Fei an extra glance.
"What's the meaning?"
Yin Fei looked at Zhang Xueqing speechlessly. Why did she feel that her IQ had been insulted.
What did that man's disdainful look mean just now? With his temper, no wonder Qingqing didn't want him.
“Takeaway is not available in the village.”
Zhang Xueqing explained helplessly.
I just saw him go out not long after entering the kitchen and come back with a bunch of things. Was he going home to get her food again?
"Huh? What do you usually eat?"
"Do it yourself."
Zhang Xueqing looked relaxed and had no idea how difficult this was.
She has completely forgotten that she had a strong desire to expand the business scope of Hungry Bar when she first came here.
Yin Fei looked at her legs, straightened up, and went to the kitchen resignedly.
It seems unethical to ask a sick patient to drag a pair of stumped legs to cook for a person with sound limbs and a lively body.
In the kitchen, Meng Fansen had steamed the rice in the rice cooker, and the water in the big pot was steaming and making a gurgling sound.
Meng Fansen skillfully poured in the mushrooms they had just brought back.
Yin Fei stood at the door of the kitchen, her eyes widened. This must be the real-life snail girl.
With more than half of the frame left in his hand, Meng Fansen turned around and saw the man standing at the door, looking at him with starry eyes.
Just glance at it, and then pass Yin Fei with the mushroom in the frame.
That arrogant look instantly shattered the newly established image in Yin Fei's mind.
Toss your long hair, hum! No one cares about it.
"The remaining mushrooms are hanging on the wall for you. Remember to collect them at night."
"oh."
Zhang Xueqing rested for a while, her legs felt better, she stood up and moved to the door.
"You go back and rest. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
When Meng Fansen dried the mushrooms and turned around, he bumped into someone at the door and couldn't help but give instructions.
