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Chapter 213 Xicheng, I feel sorry for you
Everyone has different thoughts, some are watching the excitement, and some are thinking deeply, it doesn't matter.

And Zheng Qingwei, who was in Lu Xicheng's arms, was already too ashamed.

She was just talking nonsense in the morning, who would have thought that some people would take it seriously.

She sat in his consulting room, a little annoyed.

"Are you hungry? I see that you only ate a little for breakfast, are you not full?" Lu Xicheng changed into a white coat at some point, with his usual Qingyue posture.He knelt down in front of her, looking straight into her face.

Zheng gently touched his stomach and shook his head: "I'm not hungry, I don't even eat in the morning."

This wasn't the first time she came to Lu Xicheng's clinic, but it was a time when she was in a completely different mood.

"Gently, do you have something on your mind?" He observed carefully, and he never made a wrong judgment on her emotions.

Zheng Weiwei was surprised by his sharp eyesight, so he could only lower his head and said dully: "Xicheng, I feel sorry for you."

He sighed, with a helpless smile in his tone: "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be a psychiatrist." Her teeth were chattering and her voice was hoarse: "Xicheng, every time you lose control in your life, it seems to be because of me."

"Gently, but how do you know that I don't like it?" His slender fingers touched her shoulder blades and held them carefully, as if holding some fragile treasure: "I like my current job very much, gently Light, I really like it, I won't lie to you."

"My profession allows me to take better care of you. This alone makes me feel perfect."

The pity in his tone was so strong that the listener couldn't help but feel sour. He said, "Gentle, I have never told you. I am a psychiatrist, not because I am forced to, but because I am willing."

Even if there was such a speculation in his heart, but now, Zheng Qingqing listened to him admitting it himself, but it felt completely different.

Probably because of Shi Ran, her voice was choked up, but she still couldn't help breaking into tears: "Lu Xicheng, why do you always make me cry?"

He smiled, his tone was not mixed with anything else, it was full of tenderness: "Wait until you're hungry, I'll treat you to lunch, okay?"

Zheng gently sorted out his emotions, pretended to be thinking, and said solemnly: "I want to eat a lot."

He scratched the tip of her nose and answered seriously: "You can eat as much as you want."

The two chatted for a while, after which Zheng Qingwei went to the side room to rest.

She woke up early this morning, her body is actually tired.

And Lu Xicheng also started to receive today's patients, Zheng Qingqing was sleeping, and sometimes he could still hear his voice.

Warm and clear, is her favorite sound quality.

Even if she heard it for a moment, she felt happy.

That is, her Lu Xicheng.

When Zheng Weiwei woke up, it was already noon.

Lu Xicheng sat beside her, with a calm face, and the sunlight shone on it, like some kind of warm and clear jade product.On his lap lay a book with pale notes, wet ink.

When he saw her wake up, he looked down at her with a smile brewing in his eyes: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

She nodded, her face flushed from deep sleep.

Lu Xicheng took her coat from the end of the bed, and said softly, "Let's go have lunch now, shall we?"

She got up, hooked the corners of her lips, and smiled gently: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)