He Xianmo looked away and replied softly: "You asked me to cook first that day."
"Oh, that's right." Zhou Ruo nodded, "But I remember someone said they weren't familiar with me."
He Xianmo: "..."
"While saying that he wasn't familiar with it, he bought something and came to cook at home. He even remembered such a trivial matter as menstrual cramps. Doctor He, do you think this person is sick?" Zhou Ruo saw that He Xianmo was pretending to be calm and silent. She looked like she wanted to tease him even more.
Teasing He Xianmo is really just like teasing a kitten or puppy, you won't get tired of it either.
He Xianmo: "You are only sick if you ask someone you are not familiar with to cook at your door."
Zhou Ruo: "Well, I'm sick. Does Dr. He want to treat me?"
She supported the dining table with both hands and moved closer to the opposite side. She deliberately lowered her voice to be ambiguous and said, "How about Dr. He performs an electrocardiogram on me next time? My heart has not been feeling well lately."
He Xianmo stepped back a little and did not accept the move: "Then go and register."
Zhou Ruo: "Well, okay, then I'll let Dr. Zeng do it for me."
As she spoke, she was about to get her phone, muttering something in her mouth, "Dr. Zeng must be very willing to let me use this back door. Maybe we can also do a role play by then. I like-"
He Xianmo buried his head in eating noodles and ignored others this time.
This reaction was different from what Zhou Ruo expected. She raised her eyebrows with interest and became curious about his mental activities.
This situation had happened many times before, and He Xianmo would be very unhappy almost every time he heard Zeng Xu's name from her mouth.
Now... numb? No, not likely.
That can only be an improvement in acting skills.
Zhou Ruo's interest is even stronger. In this case, it's better to see how long he can perform.
She took out her mobile phone and started sending WeChat messages to Zeng Xu.
He Xianmo caught a glimpse of Zhou Ruo's WeChat chat window with his peripheral vision. His hand holding the fork tightened, his knuckles contracted to the point of turning white, almost penetrating the skin, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were clearly visible.
But he didn't stop her like before.
He Xianmo always remembered Zhou Ruo's words. She said that she didn't like to be controlled by others, let alone others making demands of her.
He also remembered Cai Jiahe's "experiences" when he talked to him - Cai Jiahe said that he didn't want Zhou Ruo to get too close to other men. Later, Zhou Ruo directly cheated on her, and no matter how hard he gave in, he would not look back.
The reason why she was able to stay with Zeng Xu for such a long time was because Zeng Xu didn't "control" her.
He Xianmo thought that if he wanted to stay with Zhou Ruo long enough, the most worthy person to emulate would be Zeng Xu.
He has now accepted the reality: his relationship with Zhou Ruo will never see the light of day, and they will never be boyfriend and girlfriend, let alone talk about marriage.
Maybe he will get bored and tired of this relationship one day in the future, but at least for now, he wants to continue, so he must adapt himself to the rules of the game formulated by Zhou Ruo.
Zhou Ruo mentioned Zeng Xu just now, which was a way to test him. He didn't agree to her rules before, and it didn't matter if he couldn't control her well, but now he can't continue that pattern.
There may not be a problem once or twice, but after a long time, Zhou Ruo will definitely get annoyed.
The best way He Xianmo could think of was to remain silent, which was also the first choice he would make when dealing with unhappiness since childhood.
He grew up in a relatively traditional oriental family atmosphere. Controlling emotions has been a compulsory course since he was a child. His parents have always told him that adults must not show their anger at will. He Xianmo has never thought there is anything wrong with this and has always abide by.
Before meeting Zhou Ruo, he really had never lost control of his emotions.
Her appearance seemed to tear open a hole, allowing him to see a completely different version of himself.
Dark, violent, moody, twisted possessiveness and boiling sexual desire.
…
He Xianmo finished a piece of pasta in silence, and then went to wash the dishes.
When he was washing the dishes, Zhou Ruo finally put down his phone.
The two people's eyes met, and He Xianmo said calmly: "I'm done eating, I'm going back first, go to bed early."
After saying this, he walked past her and walked out.
Zhou Ruo took the opportunity to grab his wrist, stood up and stood in front of him, staring at his face.
This lasted for several minutes, and He Xianmo felt uncomfortable: "What's wrong?"
"Give you another chance, do you want to role-play with me?" Zhou Ruo asked directly.
He Xianmo: "You like it very much?"
Zhou Ruo: "You look pretty good in a white coat. I want to try it."
She never wronged herself and was not afraid to speak out her desires.
"The hospital can't do it." He Xianmo took a deep breath, "If you want to play, I'll come to you in work clothes."
"Boring." Zhou Ruo was dissatisfied, "I just want to be in the hospital."
He Xianmo: "..."
This is not a scale he can accept.
"Forget it." Zhou Ruo saw He Xianmo's embarrassed expression and immediately gave up the idea. He acted like she was forcing a good girl into prostitution.
He Xianmo didn't know what Zhou Ruo meant by "forget it".
Should we "forget it" with him, or should we "forget it" about this matter?
"Let's go, drive carefully, and contact you next time." Zhou Ruo's words answered He Xianmo's doubts.
What she said was probably "forget it".
While He Xianmo breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly thought of Zeng Xu——
Would she do such a thing with Zeng Xu?
Zeng Xu and her got along very well. If Zhou Ruo brought it up, Zeng Xu would be happy to cooperate.
——
At night, He Xianmo only slept for more than three hours because he kept thinking about this matter.
Fortunately, he didn't have to go to the clinic the next day. When he went to the office, his eyes were still congested and bloodshot, and even wearing glasses couldn't stop him from looking haggard.
After Zeng Xu saw it, he couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you sleep well?"
He Xianmo: "Oh, I have a little insomnia."
Zeng Xu: "You have been acting strange recently. Is there something you are hiding from me?"
He stared at He Xianmo sharply, "Are you still in contact with that woman?"
He Xianmo: "No."
"Come on, you're not good at lying." Zeng Xu had already guessed this possibility, and he was sure of it after observing it for so many days. "The last time you had insomnia was when you just broke up with Shirley... This woman, you really Are you serious?"
He Xianmo: "No."
Zeng Xu: "A dead duck has a tough mouth."
He rolled his eyes, "So what's the situation now? She's hanging you, and there are several men at the same time?"
He Xianmo said nothing.
Zeng Xu thought he acquiesced: "Even so, you still want to mess with her in a dishonest manner?"
He Xianmo still acquiesced.
Zeng Xu showed a hateful expression: "Are you really not afraid that your parents will be angry to death if they find out?"
"She and I will not get married." He Xianmo finally spoke this time. He lowered his head and flipped through the medical records. His voice sounded cold, "It will end one day."
Zeng Xu: "Of course she doesn't care. What about you, can you afford it?"
He Xianmo: "Why, you can afford it, but I can't?"
