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Chapter 32 He Didn't Act So Indifferent

Lu Zhenzhong finally chose to accompany his father to see a doctor in the hospital.He had already abandoned his father once for work.

During the week of seeing the doctor, every day was like a war.

After three days of emotional digestion, Father Lu somewhat recovered his composure and was able to walk on his own.

Luckily, Father Lu was admitted to the ward without waiting too long in line.According to the treatment plan of the attending doctor, infusion of immune drugs for two days, after three weeks, he was admitted to the hospital, and then infused with immune drugs.To observe the efficacy.

This treatment method is a little more troublesome than taking targeted drugs, but it has much fewer side effects than chemotherapy. However, the price is not included in medical insurance, but it is more expensive than taking targeted drugs included in medical insurance.One hospitalization costs about 3 yuan.

Only staying in the hospital for one night, Lu Mei decided to stay with her for the night.At five or six in the evening, she pushed Lu Zhenzhong out of the ward.

When Lu Zhenzhong walked out of the ward, he couldn't see his father's distressed face, and felt a little less burdened in his heart.

After walking out of the cancer hospital dizzily, standing on Dong'an Road, Lu Zhenzhong was a little dazed.The first crossing road to the left is called Xiedu Road.Going along Xietu Road, you only need to cross Fenglin Road to get to Ginkgo Garden.

There was Sang Baiyue, who had been his husband and wife for five years, and Little Zhenqi, who had called him his father for four years.At this extremely exhausting moment, he really wanted the warmth of home and the comfort of his family.

Unfortunately, he and Sang Baiyue are still in the cold war.

I can't accept her refusal to give him money for medical treatment.There is no room for compromise.No matter what, he would never allow himself to contact her again.If she doesn't come to find him, then the only way left is to part ways.

The word divorce lingered in Lu Zhenzhong's mind, extinguishing his desire to cross the road.

Gritting his teeth secretly, he turned and walked in the opposite direction.His car was parked in a residential area in front of him.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we drove back to Anting.Lu Zhenzhong was hungry, and remembering that the refrigerator at home was empty, he decided to go to the small supermarket at the entrance of the community to buy bucket noodles.

It is best to put it in a bowl, which can wake up the memory of those who take the train twice a semester; the ham sausage should be from Shuanghui Wangzhongwang, and it can be disconnected by itself with a "boo" when it is twisted to a certain extent in the middle.

"Will the vest bag be cut?"

Lu Zhenzhong froze for a moment.

The salesperson corrected: "Do you want plastic bags?"

Lu Zhenzhong smiled lightly and shook his head.Sure enough, he was too tired, and his thinking was so slow.He has been a son-in-law in Shanghai for five years, and his daily Shanghai dialect listening is no longer a problem, but he didn't realize it just now.

Lu Zhenzhong took the instant noodles and sausage, turned around and walked out of the small supermarket.Or how can I say that the reaction is slow, the eyes clearly saw a figure swaying outside the glass door, and the head also came to the conclusion that someone was going to enter the store, the legs and feet did not stop, and as a result, they bumped into the person who came in from the door with a full heart.

"Ouch." The man called out shortly.

Lu Zhenzhong didn't feel any pain at all, it felt like bumping into a light cloud or soft cotton.His first reaction was: female.

The second reaction is to blurt out: "It's you!"

It's Bingbulin.

When Bingbulin expressed that she was also surprised, Lu Zhenzhong, who was more than half a beat behind, suddenly remembered something: the person who lives across from his house must really be Bingbulin, right?
"What building do you live in?" he asked.After asking, he realized that he interrupted her abruptly.

Bingbulin brushed her loose hair and smiled tolerantly: "No. 11." There are three gates in one building.Each gate is numbered from left to right.No. 8, where Lu Zhenzhong lives, corresponds to No. 11 at the entrance of the front row building.

Lu Zhenzhong couldn't help scratching his head: "When did you move in?"

"A week ago."

"Own house?"

"rental."

"Why do you rent in Anting Xinyuan?" You are the one who drives an imported Mercedes-Benz CLA.

"Cheap."

Lu Zhenzhong was tongue-tied.The second time, you not only drive an imported Mercedes-Benz CLA, but also wear famous brands and carry famous brands every day.The accent has been set to such an extent, how can you rent an ordinary house like Anting Xinyuan for cheap.

Someone wanted to leave the store, so the two of them stepped outside the store entrance.

"Supper?" Bingbulin asked with a gentle smile.

Lu Zhenzhong almost blurted out that it was dinner, but the stubbornness and inexplicable emotions in his heart made him unwilling to expose his unbearable in front of Bingbulin.However, I couldn't think of the excuse for a while, so I had to laugh awkwardly.Falling into Bingbulin's eyes, she was a little more shy and cute.

If a man is shy, he will definitely lose his oil.

"Are you going in to buy something? I won't delay you." Lu Zhenzhong changed the topic.

Bingbulin smiled: "It's free to wander around, I don't really want to buy something."

"Then go shopping, I'll go first."

Bingbulin still smiled gently: "I won't go shopping anymore. Let's go back with you."

When Lu Zhenzhong heard this, he strode forward.Let's talk about gentleman's demeanor and so on when I go to work.After running wildly for 1 minute, I thought I had thrown off Bingbulin.Looking back secretly, good guy, Bingbulin is smiling and following closely behind.

Lu Zhenzhong couldn't help but look down at her feet.There are feet under the skirt.

Seeing the futility of being simple and rude, Lu Zhenzhong calmed down: "Hey, how was your blind date last time?" His tone was candid, with the warmth of a comrade-in-arms, to show that his question was genuinely caring, not Deliberately which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

Bingbulin said "oh" up and down, and then laughed crisply: "When you mentioned it, I remembered, I still owe you a meal."

Lu Zhenzhong burst out laughing.When it comes to changing the subject, you have to convince the person around you.

Buildings 8 and 11 are the front and rear rows.After walking through the central garden, you will fork off the road.

When she was about to reach the fork in the road, Bingbulin spoke slowly, with a different voice: "Do you really want to hear the follow-up of my blind date?"

"Do not want to."

He really didn't want to, his stomach would "gurgle" anytime, and other people's stories couldn't be as fragrant as the instant noodles in his hand.

Bingbulin stopped and stared at Lu Zhenzhong.

Realizing his abruptness, Lu Zhenzhong looked back.The night covered Bingbulin's brilliance, and she looked lonely under the street lamp.The lonely Bingbulin stared at Lu Zhenzhong with both hands hanging down, her eyes were hazy and stubborn.

Something subtly plucked at the heartstrings, making Lu Zhenzhong flustered for a moment.

Fortunately, he calmed down quickly.

He grinned and smiled at the solitary figure four steps away: "I'm sorry, I'm really hungry. I'll listen to it next time. Goodbye."

Before Bingbulin could answer, Lu Zhenzhong walked forward in two steps in three steps.From the 6th to the 8th, I realized that I seemed to be at large.

After returning home, he deliberately went to look in the mirror first.

In the mirror, he was obviously neglected, his hair was a little long, a little messy, and a little greasy.Under the eye sockets, a layer of black and blue floated up.He looked like a dusty pearl, without the brilliance of the past.

Lu Zhenzhong smiled wryly and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)