Entrust The Rest Of My Life To You Chapter 27

I was surprised to see that greeting the parents could go so smoothly. In my cousin's words, it was frightening by how smooth it was.

If I was on equal terms with the Doctor before, then meeting parents marks the beginning of a complete invasion of each other's lifestyle. My t.i.tle soared from ‘older sister-in-law', ‘younger sister-in-law', ‘teacher's girlfriend', ‘teacher' and ‘Gu Wei's wife' in an instant …

Since Gu Wei took me to a party, I would be teased when I go to the hospital. Every time Dr. Chen Cong saw me, he happily called out “Little sister-in-law ~ little sister-in-law ~”. (he was only 20 days older than Gu Wei). Clearly the Head Nurse called me Xiao Lin before. Suddenly, one day she said “Gu Wei's girl, bring him ginger and crystal sugar to stew some pears.” Comrade Gu Wei, standing at the door of the office, winked at me innocently in his mask.

“Did you catch a cold?”

Chen Cong, who was off duty, walked past me and said, “Love–sickness–”

Unexpectedly, September ushered in a peak period of surgery, and my test schedule was full. Therefore, two people who could not see each other after falling in love for a year, ushered in a period of intensive text messaging.

The Doctor kept all my nonsense messages. According to his description, his mobile phone is like a variety shop.

“Just now in the third canteen, a foreign student had an unknown object in the fast-food he was ordering. So, he spoke in broken Chinese to the chef. The chef was shocked and exploded with a ‘So What?!'"

“Doctor, you are operating every day … won't you feel uncomfortable going home to eat meat dishes?”

“It was only after death that so many artist's wealth skyrocketed. After we die …  We can only donate organs. In fact, at black market prices, it is worth more than it is now.”

I say what Doctors always think of. Fortunately, there are not many of those thoughts. And then at something like 3 o'clock in the afternoon, or 7 in the evening, a completely un-relatable time, I would get a call from the Doctor.

The conversation is also very simple:

“What are you doing?”

“At the advisor's office …”

“…”

Then, hung up. It's basically a very short conversation. The Doctor said it would be nice not to see each other rather than listen to the voice only.

One day at the end of September, the Doctor called.

“When are you coming home?”

“Why? Aren't you supposed to be on duty for x.x.x?”

“No, he was going to get engaged on a holiday, but now he just wants to get married and ask for marriage leave.”

“…” okay then.

“I'm on the night s.h.i.+ft at the 30th. I start my holiday on the morning of the 1st and go back to work on the 3rd.”

“Then I will go home on the 3rd.”

“I am the best man on the evening of the 1st.”

“…”

So, at noon on October 1st, after picking out a tie for the Doctor in a crowded shopping mall, we packed food and headed for the apartment.

After the meal, he took a shower and slept on the bed. I threw his dirty clothes into the was.h.i.+ng machine, washed a plate of fruit, and went online with his notebook, listening to music and translating while wearing headphones.

As the Doctor had always been silent and I was more focused, I didn't realize that I was ambushed until I was tackled.

It is false to say that I am not nervous. After all, we aren't really an old married couple. Although I have given him a kiss before, most of them were nice and clean. Now my whole body is buried under him. My brain couldn't help showing off an exclamation mark, a question mark and the ellipsis mark!

It turns out, if a 180cm man laid down, would cover a lot of ground…

Does this count as a small win? …

Practice is the only criterion to test the truth …

Our ribs are glued to each other!

The Doctor didn't look at me affectionately like Xiao Yan did and then gave me a long french-kiss. He just threw himself down, adjusted his posture, buried his head in my neck, and then stopped moving.

Before my heart jumped in speed, I poked him with my right finger: “Hmmm–”

Doctor: “Yeah.”

The hand I poked him with was hanging in mid-air because I didn't know where to put it.

After a while, he raised his head, saw my hanging right arm, pursed his lips, pushed it out to the side and continued to sleep …

So, I …

I just fell asleep …

When I woke up at 2:30, I was covered with a thin blanket. The Doctor sat on the floor beside me, listening to my music and reading my literature.

With his legs crossed and his expression quiet. After typing more than half of a line, thinking about it, delete a few words, and then typed again.

I have an indescribable softness in my heart and stretch out my hand to rub his hair: “It's really a miracle that such a nice young man can reach 30.”

The Doctor took off his headphones and bit me. I found that this guy usually looks like a gentleman, but actually, he is also a wolf.

I knew he had been practicing tai chi in college, so I grabbed him by the wrist on a whim, buckled behind him and pushed him up.

A minute later, the Doctor took advantage of the small s.p.a.ce and his height and long legs to hold me under his body: “Where did you learn that?”

“I learned it from my brothers in the playground when I was a child.” I tried to fight back, but he held me tightly.

“It's almost 3 o'clock. We have to be at the hotel by 5 o'clock.”

I pushed him up: “Hurry! Where is your suit?”

Doctors usually wear casual clothes under their white coats, so when I saw him buckle his s.h.i.+rt cufflinks and put on his ironed suit, I sighed. “I found a treasure, I really found it.”

Mother said that formal suit is the clothes that can best show a person's body proportion and personal aura. Doctors don't have eight-pack abs, but they prefer to have a well-proportioned and slender build, and usually pays attention to exercise without excrescence … ah ~ I like long legs. While happily tying his tie, I was glad that the hospital rarely gave them a chance to wear formal clothes.

“What are you smirking about?”

“I picked a beautiful tie.” The sapphire blue matches his skin.

“Shouldn't it be red?”

“Aren't you going to rob the limelight if you wear red?” I let go of his hand on my waist. “I'm going to change. ” I took a paper bag out of my bag and hurried into the bathroom under his puzzled eyes. Tsk, the Doctor is wearing such alluring clothes. I can't just wear jeans and a T-s.h.i.+rts, under any circ.u.mstances! Once again, I felt how forward-thinking my Mother was. At the beginning of the school year. I felt that it was really unnecessary when she added a little dress to my suitcase. Plain wrinkle forged sleeveless dress, white background, retro black pattern, Mother is Mother ah ~

Makeup is a technical job. I am not good at it. I applied a facial mask. Just as I was combing my hair, the Doctor's voice came from the door: “Are you, all right?”

I looked around and saw that the simple toilet couldn't be simpler. In addition to drinking his aftershave to poison myself; I really can't think of any other way I might not be ‘all right'…

When my hair was done, I looked at the comb handle in my hand complicatedly. I pushed the door open and shouted to the man who was hanging clothes on the balcony, “do me a favor.”

The Doctor turned around, froze for a moment, and walked over slowly.

I cleared my throat and pretended to be calm: “Is it all right?” Shaking the headless comb in my hand, “I can't see the back. “After that, I shoved it quickly into his hand.

The Doctor slowly untangled the comb from the coiled hair, brushed the surrounding hair, and then gently kissed me on the back of my neck.

Special Dialog:

Doctor: I've been laying the groundwork with my family for more than half a year. How can it not go well?

HAPPY NEW YEARS Y'ALL!!!!

from Alex with love