novelweb Chapter 285 Getting angry
Chapter 285 Getting angry
Huo Ting's deep eyes fell on Xu Zhiyang's feet, and he frowned.
"Yangyang, why don't you wear shoes? Isn't the ground cold?"
Xu Zhiyang felt his mouth was dry and licked his lower lip.
"You don't like others touching your things, so why would I wear your shoes?"
Huo Ting smiled bitterly.
"I don't like others touching my things. Are you someone else? Go out and put on your shoes. Don't let the soles of your feet get cold."
Xu Zhiyang thought to himself, now that the marriage is divorced, how can he pretend to be one of his own?In the past, when we two slept in the same bed, you were not willing to lend me your slippers.
She muttered to herself but still stood there without moving.
Huo Tingshen was a little anxious. He knew her temper. She had a tough heart hidden under her easy-going appearance. In fact, she was very stubborn and would not listen to others at all on what she believed in.
"Yangyang, what are you thinking about? When did I ever dislike you?"
Since he asked about this, Xu Zhiyang didn't hold it in and just spoke quickly.
"In the first year of our marriage, I came out wearing your slippers after taking a shower. The distance from the shower room to the bed was only about ten meters. The next day you threw away those shoes."
Huo Ting couldn't laugh or cry after hearing her complaint.
"Yangyang, you don't think I threw away the shoes because you wore them, do you?"
"if not?"
Huo Ting frowned deeper. What a misunderstanding!
"Yangyang, didn't you notice that the slippers were broken when you put them on?"
Xu Zhiyang froze on the spot. She never thought that this was the reason, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with the slippers at the time. She just thought it was because her feet were too small to fit them.
It turned out to be a misunderstanding.
Xu Zhiyang straightened her hair in embarrassment to explain the matter clearly, but she didn't want to admit that she had misunderstood him.
"I didn't notice it. It's obviously good."
How could Huo Tingshen, a straight man, understand that she felt that she couldn't get off the stage at this time? He thought that she didn't believe what he just said.
"Yangyang, those shoes are really broken. Otherwise, I'll call Mrs. Liu. She knows about this and she took out the garbage."
Xu Zhiyang rolled his eyes at him, "What time are we going to fight? What time is it?"
Huo tingshen was still a little anxious, fearing that she would misunderstand him.
"Then do you believe it?"
Xu Zhiyang didn't want to talk to him anymore. This guy's emotional intelligence was eaten by dogs.
"Stop talking and save your energy. I'll ask Jiang Zheng to call the family doctor."
"Yangyang, chat with me for a while longer. If you have any other misunderstandings about me, why don't we make it clear once and for all."
Xu Zhiyang ignored him and went straight out.
"Assistant Jiang, do you have the contact information of your family doctor?"
Jiang Zheng nodded, thinking to himself, it's over, if this hang-up is reported again, all his points will be lost.
"Mr. Huo doesn't want to go to the hospital. His allergies are a bit serious. Now call your family doctor and ask him to come and take a look."
Jiang Zheng did not dare to neglect his wife's order and immediately quit the game and made a phone call.
Xu Zhiyang saw the slippers Jiang Zheng took out at the door, walked over and put them on, walked a few steps and felt that the feeling was indeed different from the previous time he wore his shoes.
She went to the kitchen and took a look. All the kitchen utensils were brand new and there were no signs of use.
There were only a few eggs in the refrigerator, the rest were all water.
A clean mouse in the house has to leave hungry when it comes. I don’t know how it survives.
Xu Zhiyang rummaged through the cupboards and finally found a pack of udon noodles that had not expired. She stared at the package in a daze for a long time. It was her favorite brand in the past and was always available at home.
What bothered him the most at that time was Mrs. Liu cooking noodles in the early morning. His favorite thing to eat was the sandwich with milk.
Xu Zhiyang returned to his original state of mind, boiled the noodles in the pot, and cracked an egg.He made the best use of the meager ingredients he had at home.She thought that the family doctor would definitely prescribe medicine when he came, and taking medicine on an empty stomach would be bad for the stomach, so she cooked some noodles for him, whether he liked it or not.
After a while, a bowl of hot noodles came out of the pan.
Xu Zhiyang took the noodles back to the bedroom and put them on his bedside table.
Huo Tingshen saw that she came back with shoes on her feet, and her worries were relieved a lot. When she smelled the familiar smell again, the haze immediately dissipated.
"Yangyang, it's been a long time since I've eaten the food you cooked."
Xu Zhiyang snorted coldly,
"It's what you don't like to eat. This is the condition of your family. If you like it, you can eat it. If you don't like it, feed it to the dog tomorrow."
Huo Ting was deeply aggrieved. His wife finally cooked a bowl of noodles for him, but as soon as she brought it over, she said she was going to feed the dog!
He quickly got up from the bed,
"Eat, I will eat."
"Yangyang, I didn't like to eat it before. In the past four years, I have tried to get used to your taste, and now I think noodles are more delicious than sandwiches."
After saying that, he took the bowl and started eating.
Xu Zhiyang looked at him quietly,
"I asked Jiang Zheng to call the family doctor. If you don't go to the hospital while you are still alive, I will be the first suspect if you die tomorrow. I don't want to be taken away by the police."
Huo Ting choked on his face, raised his eyelids and looked at her and couldn't help laughing. Although he had low emotional intelligence, he could hear what she said. She clearly cared about him, but she said it in such an unpleasant way.
"Yangyang, is it okay if I don't finish eating?"
Xu Zhiyang took a bowl of noodles. He had an unusual appetite at the moment and couldn't finish the large bowl of noodles.
"It's up to you. Let Jiang Zheng pour out the rest to feed the dogs tomorrow."
Huo tingshen: "..."
"Take out the medicine you have taken and show it to the family doctor for a while. Ask him what exactly he is allergic to. It is others who are in trouble if you take medicine randomly. Assistant Jiang and the family doctor both have wives. They cannot do it in the middle of the night. After get off work, have you ever thought about other people’s feelings?”
Huo Ting was silent for a while and did not dare to refute.
"I'll give them a raise tomorrow."
At this time, Jiang Zheng was playing games in the living room. When he heard Huo Tingshen's words, his ears tingled and he thought, thank you, madam!
Sure enough, I have to rely on my wife to get a salary increase.
The doorbell rang, Jiang Zheng got up and went to open the door.
Dr. Feng hurried over with a medicine box on his back.
"Where is Mr. Huo?"
Jiang Zheng pointed to the bedroom,
"In the house, fever."
Dr. Feng put on his shoe covers and strode into the room. He saw Xu Zhiyang standing guard in the room, while Huo Ting was leaning on the bed with a look of happiness on his face.
Dr. Feng thought to himself, do you have a fever or a tantrum?
"Mr. Huo, what's wrong with you?"
Xu Zhiyang gave up her seat. She naturally recognized Dr. Feng after spending three years in the Huo family.
"Dr. Feng, I'm sorry to trouble you so late at night. Mr. Huo drank wine and took medicine. Now he's allergic, has a fever, and has a rash on his body."
Dr. Feng put down the medicine box.
"What kind of medicine are you taking? Take it out and show it to me?"
This question made Huo Ting deeply embarrassed.
The medicine he took was only known to him and Jiang Zheng and his psychiatrist.
His depression has been hidden from everyone for years.If the old men in the company knew that he was so seriously ill, they didn't know what they would do.
At this moment, he didn't want her to know that he was a patient.