On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Dongfang Han glanced at the middle-aged woman and left Liu's house.

After Dongfang Han left, the middle-aged woman leaned over, nodded and asked Liu Mian for instructions: "Miss, how do you think these people will be arranged?"

Liu Mian didn't want to keep a group of people who didn't know the details at home, but Old Mrs. Liu tugged on her sleeves and whispered: "Keep it, it doesn't cost any money anyway, just let the family go."

Liu Mian asked a few people to do rough work and refused to let them into the house.

On the other hand, the middle-aged woman next to me seems to be in charge and is difficult to arrange.

Liu Mian didn't want to be too mean, so he assigned her a guest room and asked her to follow him every day. She could also keep an eye on this woman and learn more about the Dongfang family.

However, Liu Mian did not take the Dongfang family to heart.

Song Tang went to work in the hospital, and Xing Youle made an appointment with her for lunch.

Song Tang invited her to a staff meal. Xing Youle swiped Song Tang's card and stayed in Song Tang's office to eat and read nursing exam books.

Song Tang said: "You really want to take the nursing major. It's not easy to do this. Not only will you be mentally exhausted, but you also have to pass the test."

Xing Youle had rice in his mouth and slurred his words: "I used to work as a secretary for Liu Chengye. Now that I have resigned from Liu's, I guess other companies won't want me."

Xing Youle thought about it: "I think He Huailin's clinic is doing well. I took the nursing certificate and happened to be working in his clinic."

Even though He Huailin just opened a private clinic in a dark alley, his income was very objective.

He charges a fee to see people, charging less for those who are in difficulty, and charging normally for those who are rich.

Then there are some wealthy families who come to him to do some shady things behind their backs. One business deal can support his clinic for ten years.

It would be good for Xing Youle to work for him.

"By the way, do you have any notes or the like that can help me learn quickly? How long will it take me to learn from this book?"

Song Tang said, "I'll help you ask the nursing department later."

Xing Youle nodded without raising his eyes.

She is smart and knows how to take shortcuts. She follows Song Tang during his rounds to see how other nurses operate. This is much better than studying by rote.

After Song Tang completed the ward check, he transferred to the nurse station.

As a result, the head nurse went to the pharmacy to get medicine.

Song Tang had nothing to do and went to the pharmacy again.

The pharmacy was very busy, so she stood there waiting for a while. When she was bored, she glanced at the medicine cabinet and saw the impotence grass at a glance.

She turned her eyes slightly, and when no one was around, Song Tang stepped forward and opened the medicine cabinet. Just as she was about to take some, a voice came.

"Dr. Song, what are you doing with the impotence grass?"

Seeing the head nurse coming over, Song Tang tried his best to make his expression look natural: "It's useful."

The head nurse looked Song Tang up and down: "You're a woman, why do you need it?"

"..." Song Tang said: "There is a dog at home that is in heat recently. It keeps barking at night and I can't sleep."

"So you're going to feed it impotence grass?" The head nurse was amused, and brought her some impotence grass: "You are really innovative. But this amount can only make it depressed for a few days, you'd better find some Time to neuter it.”

Song Tang twitched the corner of his mouth perfunctorily, thinking that the dog might not be willing to be neutered.

Song Tang put the impotence grass in his pocket and borrowed the head nurse's notes.

After handing the notes to Xing Youle, the two got off work together.

In order to thank Song Tang for helping her, Xing Youle insisted on inviting Song Tang to dinner.

The two went to a food stall and ordered barbecue and mutton shabu-shabu.

Xing Youle called to ask He Huailin if he was done with his work. He should hurry up and eat, otherwise the copper pot used to cook the mutton would dry out.

Song Tang took a piece of mutton with chopsticks and glanced up at Xing Youle. Suddenly she threw the hot meat on the chopsticks towards Xing Youle!

"Ah!!" screamed. Only then did Xing Youle see someone squatting on the ground next to her. If Song Tang hadn't thrown a piece of hot meat and burned the other person's hand, the other person would have grabbed her ankle.

Xing Youle was breathing slightly, but she had seen the world. She looked at the man in front of her who was as fat as a pig, with eyes as narrow as slits, and a face covered with pustules and acne, and sympathized: "Is he a homeless man?"

Hearing this, the man angrily opened his eyes, which were so crowded with fat that he could hardly open them. He seemed to want to curse something, but when he saw He Huailin running over, the man chose to shut up.

He Huailin ran over and glanced at the dirty man on the ground: "Who is this?"

Xing Youle said casually: "Tramp, maybe he's hungry."

After saying that, Xing Youle asked the food stall owner to pack some food and hand it over to the dirty man: "Take it and eat it."

The homeless man took the thing in her hand, glanced at Xing Youle, rolled and crawled into the green belt, and disappeared after a while.

Xing Youle looked confused: "I gave him food, but he still stared at me."

He Huailin said: "It should be a mental problem."

None of the three took homeless people seriously. After all, in today's society, there are everyone.

After dinner, He Huailin sent Xing Youle home, and Song Tang left by himself.

Having just been harassed by a homeless man, Xing Youle was still frightened and worried that Song Tang would leave alone.

He Huailin was completely relieved: "If a bad guy encounters her, I don't know who will be unlucky. The two of us sending her away will only hinder her."

Xing Youle was immediately convinced when he thought about how Song Tang climbed the tall building with bare hands.

After separating from Liu Chengye, Xing Youle rented a house in the community where He Huailin lived.

They live in the same building, He Huailin lives on the 23rd floor, and Xing Youle lives on the 19th floor.

In the elevator, Xing Youle got off the elevator first. As soon as he returned to the room, he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

She asked who it was but no one answered.

At this time, He Huailin called and Xing Youle picked up.

"The notes you borrowed are in my bag. If you don't sleep, I will send them to you."

Xing Youle said: "Okay."

The knock on the door outside rang for a moment and then stopped. It must have been the wrong door.

After a while, there was another knock on the door.

At this time, He Huailin called again. Xing Youle thought the person outside the door was He Huailin, so he answered the phone and turned the door lock.

The moment the door opened, a lump of flesh crashed in with a bang.

Xing Youle was unprepared and caught off guard. He was knocked down solidly and fell to the ground. The mobile phone in his hand was also thrown aside.

He Huailin's voice came from the microphone: "The elevator broke down for some reason. I'm trapped inside. I don't know when it will be repaired. Don't wait."

Xing Youle was so hurt that she couldn't cry out in pain. She reached out to get the phone, but a thick and rough hand picked it up slowly before her, and then pressed hang up.

Finally, she calmly turned off Xing Youle's phone in front of her.

Xing Youle was lying on the ground, looking at the cancer-like man in front of her in horror. She said in horror: "I recognize you, you are the homeless man who was eating just now! What do you want to do? Do you want money? I can give you money, but You need to get out of my room."

This man was mentally disturbed. Xing Youle was afraid of irritating him, so he coaxed him first.

However, the man with pustules on his face dragged his legs, walked back slowly, and locked the door.

He was so fat that there was no gap between his legs. When he walked, his flesh rubbed against each other, causing blood. The sound of his shoes, which were too heavy to lift, scraped against the ground, was like a murderer in the dark night. Drag the hammer on the ground.

Xing Youle's hair stood on end, and he looked around crazily, trying to escape!