President spoils me again today

CEN Qinghe made an appointment with Shang Shaocheng. She didn't meet him during the day on the fifth. She went to find him in the evening. Shang Shaocheng jokingly said: "I've caught up with the bride before she gets married, but I still don't see her."

CEN Qinghe said: "that's also when you are the bride. After all, it's me who comes to see you."

Shang Shaocheng said that she pretended to be mysterious. In fact, she had other things to do. Besides her normal work, she had to go to the cake shop today. She made an appointment with the West Point chef there to make cakes.

On Shang Shaocheng's birthday, she didn't plan to give him any valuable gifts. Anyway, as soon as his parents' Porsche 918 came out, she was even more glad that she didn't take the material route. He doesn't need anything. She has to prepare something for him to be distracted.

As soon as he got off work in the evening, cen Qinghe took a taxi to the cake shop. On the way, a customer called to see the house. Cen Qinghe could only apologize and politely refused, saying that his boyfriend's birthday couldn't go.

People come to the cake shop, before the appointment of the pastry master to meet her, cen Qinghe changed clothes, with the master into the operation room.

Usually, it's very easy to watch a professional cook making cakes, but it's really not that difficult when it's his turn. CEN Qinghe failed to shake his hands several times and scolded himself for being in the late stage of Parkinson's disease.

When she was concentrating on putting cream on the cake, her mobile phone rang in her pocket. She opened her work clothes and took out her mobile phone. The familiar words were displayed on the screen. She slid open the connect button and unconsciously recalled, "hello."

Shang Shaocheng asked, "what about it?"

CEN Qinghe looked at the rough cake in front of him and said, "I won't tell you."

Shang Shaocheng said, "if I don't meet you, I don't know how to make a phone call. It's my birthday right away."

CEN Qinghe said, "I haven't arrived yet."

"There are less than five hours left," he said

"When we get there."

She was anxious to make a cake, so she was rather perfunctory to him. Shang Shaocheng said in a dissatisfied tone: "can you give more warmth to a person who is going to celebrate his birthday?"

CEN Qinghe listened to his coquetry tone, but also with a bit of coquetry, she asked with a smile: "what are you doing?"

Shang Shaocheng said lazily, "I'm lying in bed."

CEN Qinghe said, "why do you lie down so early?"

His tone is calm and with a bit of ruffian gas back: "keep your energy."

CEN Qinghe thought of the picture of sleeping in the countryside the night before yesterday, with the cake maker nearby. She looked down slightly and said in a low voice, "keep it, I'll hang up."

Shangshaocheng quickly said, "Hey, where are you?"

CEN Qinghe said: "outside."

"With whom?"

"With a handsome guy." Voice down, next to the female teacher toward her smile, has recognized her on the phone with her boyfriend.

Shangshaocheng smell speech, deliberately angry tone said: "OK, you have no conscience, I immediately birthday people, you don't come to accompany me, accompany others outside."

Two people know each other in joke, cen Qinghe homeopathy way: "don't delay me to chat with handsome man, I hang up."

Shang Shaocheng said, "go ahead. Come early in the evening. I'll wait for you in bed."

Next to the female master suddenly hook lips a smile, cen Qinghe embarrassed, angry said: "get out of the way."

Then she hung up.

"You're funny talking to your boyfriend." The female master around him is about the same age as Cen Qinghe. They were chatting before.

CEN Qinghe said with a smile, "well, we're used to it. We don't feel it."

The female master said, "if you make a cake for him, he will be very happy when he sees it."

CEN Qinghe said, "it's true that he hasn't seen much of the world."

To make a cake normally, from baking to decorating, a mature cake maker needs an hour at the fastest. Cen Qinghe is a complete beginner. He is careful all the way. Some of them fail and have to do it again. After spending nearly three hours in the workshop, he can make a decent cake.

The boxes of the cake were all packed by her own hands, and the ribbons on them were also tied by her own hands. The female master asked, "do you want to write a card?"

CEN Qinghe subconsciously said: "no need." Anyway, she will go to shangshaocheng later. If she has anything to say to her face, she can't help it.

But on second thought, she said, "give me one."

The female master handed me a beautiful pink blue card and a signature pen. Cen Qinghe bent over it and wrote: Chengcheng, this is my first birthday with you. I will accompany you every year after that. You are so happy. After all, you have me.

After writing, I have a tongue sticking smile in the lower right corner.

Put the card under the ribbon and everything is ready. Cen Qinghe changes his work clothes to thank the clerk, and then walks out with the cake.

Now it's 9:30 in the evening. She came here after work and didn't even drink water. Now she's so hungry that she planned to step on the steps to shangshao city. Now she'd better go there right away. She can still eat.

Standing on the side of the road, he stopped a taxi. After getting on the bus, cen Qinghe said, "Pangu family."

Driving forward, on the way, her mobile phone rang. When she looked out of her bag, it was a string of phone numbers without names. This group of numbers, cen Qinghe a look to know who it is, after all, as long as four years before, she had broadcast tens of thousands of times.

It's Xiao Rui.

It's been a long time since I've seen this series of numbers, so long that she's about to forget, and she'll receive his call.

It's impossible to say no accident, but Cen Qinghe thought of meeting accidentally in the street that day. Now Xiao Rui also came to the night city. She also said she was free to have a party, so after a few seconds, she slipped on the connect button and said, "Xiao Rui."

She tried to tone as usual, like a friend.

But the voice from the mobile phone is not Xiao Rui's, but a woman's voice, asking: "Hello, are you the owner's friend?"

CEN Qinghe was surprised again and said blankly: "ah, yes, who are you?"

"I was rescued by the aircraft owner on the street today. Someone wanted to catch me on the bus. I called for help. Just as the aircraft owner passed by me, he saved me, but he was injured. Now he is in the operating room. I hear him talking about Qinghe all the time, so I took his mobile phone and found that there is a phone for you. Can you come here now?"

Women speak very fast, anxious mood is self-evident, cen Qinghe is also a deep heart, busy way: "which hospital are you in?"

"Qiannan Road, central hospital."

"OK, I'll be right there. How's Xiao Rui? Where's he hurt?"

"He was injured in the head. When the ambulance came, people were confused. I didn't see the contact number of his family. Can you contact his parents?"

CEN Qinghe said in an urgent voice: "his family is not in the night city. I'll take a taxi now. When I get there, you can pick me up at the door of the building."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Hang up the phone, cen Qinghe side head to the driver said: "master, please go to Qiannan Road Central Hospital, hurry up."

The driver also heard some of the content, quickly turn around in front of the turntable Road, go straight is the direction of Pangu family, turn around is the direction of the central hospital.

CEN Qinghe's heart is about to be pulled up. He can't see Xiao Rui, and he doesn't know what his condition is, how serious he is, and whether he will hurt his life.

The driver drove fast for 20 minutes, and the car stopped at the gate of the hospital. Cen Qinghe gave Zhang a hundred words and said, "don't look for it." with a cake box in one hand and a bag and a gift bag for a scarf in the other hand, he ran quickly inside.

Midway, she released a hand to make a phone call, and the other party soon answered. Cen Qinghe ran and said, "I'm here. I'm coming inside. Where are you?"

The woman said, "I'm at the gate. I see you. Are you carrying the cake box?"

CEN Qinghe raised his eyes and looked forward. Six or seven meters in front of him, a young woman came down the steps. She had short hair and was in a hot mood. Because of the backlight, she couldn't see her facial features clearly for a moment.

The woman trotted to Cen Qinghe and said in a voice, "come up quickly. The doctor wants his family to sign the consent for the operation."

CEN Qinghe has no time to look at the woman in front of her carefully and follow her to the hospital.

Take the elevator to the upstairs, the elevator door opened, and they ran through the long corridor to the door of the operating room. The nurse stood aside with a file folder. The woman panted and said to the nurse, "family, family is coming."

The nurse looked at Cen Qinghe and said in a voice, "are you the family member of the patient?"

CEN Qinghe's chest heaved up and down violently, nodded frequently, and swallowed his saliva after half a beat. He said in a voice, "I am."

"Who are you?"

"I'm his friend."

"Now we need the patient's family to sign the consent for the operation. The patient's brain is injured. Just after the examination, he needs stitches and signs of concussion. You'd better contact his family and ask them to sign it."

CEN Qinghe turned pale and said without blinking: "his family is not local in Yecheng. I'm the only friend here. Only I can sign."

The nurse hesitated because she was responsible for signing this thing. The woman with short hair said in a hurry: "when he was conscious just now, he was calling her name all the time. She must be a very important person to him. You can let her sign it. Don't delay the operation."

The nurse smell speech, looking at Cen Qinghe said: "can you be responsible for him?"

CEN Qinghe nodded without hesitation, "I can."

The nurse handed over the file folder. It was a thin piece of paper. The patient's name should be written in the front and the family's name should be signed in the back.

CEN Qinghe instinctively raised her hand to hold the pen. As a result, her hands were heavy, and she knew later that she was carrying things in both hands.

The incident happened so suddenly that she was confused. A woman with short hair said, "I'll help you with it."

She takes over the things for Cen Qinghe. Cen Qinghe raises his pen and writes down Xiao Rui and Cen Qinghe.

The nurse took the file folder and asked the two of them to wait while she turned to enter the operating room. Looking at her back, cen Qinghe suddenly panicked, so he called out: "nurse."

The nurse turns her head, cen Qinghe's face is white, her eyes are red and she says, "is his life in danger?"

The nurse replied, "it's not easy to say. We will try our best to treat the patients. Don't worry, go and sit next to them first."

The nurse flashed into the operating room, and there was only Cen Qinghe and the strange woman with short hair at the door. The woman with short hair saw that Cen Qinghe wanted to cry, so she said in a low voice: "sorry..."