Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Chapter 29 He shouldn't be like this. ...

In the Z city hotel, An Mingyu was leaning on the small sofa, holding the project planning book of the scenic spot in her left hand, and her mobile phone in her right hand.

He looked like he was reading a proposal, but in just 5 minutes, he had unlocked his phone three times, repeatedly checking for new notifications.

Unfortunately, not every time.

Nine p.m.

"Ding!"

[An unread message. 】

An Mingyu's eyes lit up slightly, she threw the proposal on the coffee table, and unlocked the phone again.

There is no red new message notification behind the sticky chat box.

[Guo Yuxiang: An Mingyu!God An!Are you home yet! 】

The corner of An Mingyu's mouth dropped.

[An Mingyu:? 】

[Guo Yuxiang: Do you want to eat chicken? 】

[An Mingyu: Don't eat. 】

【Guo Yuxiang: QAQ】

After waiting for a while, two messages came, neither from the one he was expecting, but greetings from his parents.

After An Mingyu finished replying, she put down her phone and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Forget it, maybe Cheng Yue is also with his family, and it's getting late now, so I'll contact him tomorrow.

After taking a shower, An Mingyu figured it out, but when he came out and saw his phone, he still couldn't resist unlocking the screen.

He was stunned.

[Three missed calls are from Cheng Yue. 】

Without hesitation, he called back.

The phone connected without even ringing for a second.

"An Mingyu..."

Cheng Yue's voice was a little hoarse, similar to the last time he came out of the police station.

As if about to cry, I forced myself to hold back.

"Can you... lend me some money?" Cheng Yue was a little embarrassed, "I will pay you back when I get the scholarship."

"Maybe it's not enough, there should be scholarships in the future, and I can..."

An Mingyu sensed something was wrong, and frowned: "Where are you?"

Cheng Yue was silent for a few seconds: "Hospital."

"How much?"

Cheng Yue reported a number.

An Mingyu lowered her eyelashes: "Send me the location and bank card number together."

There was no sound again.

After a while, he whispered: "...OK."

Central Hospital.

After hanging up the phone, he sent the location and card number to An Mingyu, and within a few seconds the mobile phone received a remittance notification.

Cheng Yue blinked hard a few times to force the tide back, and hurried to the first floor with the payment slip.

After paying the fee, he watched his grandfather being pushed away, the door of the operating room was closed, and a red light was lit on the wall.

The tension passed, and all the strength in my body seemed to be drained.

Relying on instinct, Cheng Yuequan numbly walked to the seat in the corridor and sat down gently.

The walls of the hospital corridor were pale and pale, and the headlight of the operating room at the end was bright red and glaring. Cheng Yue stared at it, and the red spread more and more rapidly to the surroundings.Immediately afterwards, he saw the door of the operating room being pushed open, the doctor sighed and shook his head, and his mother was pushed out covered in a white cloth.

The young self hadn't realized what had happened, and wanted to go forward and hold the hand that was hanging limply beside the bed.

The result was a horrible cold.

"Cheng Yue?"

He snapped back to his senses.

"An... An Mingyu."

The boy standing in front of him frowned.

Cheng Yue's eyes skipped over him.The door of the operating room was not opened, and there was only a red light on the red light. There was no overwhelming bloody smell, and there was no hoarse crying.

He didn't know that his current complexion was almost the same as the white walls of the hospital.

An Mingyu looked back at the door of the operating room, without asking anything, and sat down beside Cheng Yue.

Cheng Yue didn't expect him to come, and suddenly there was someone by his empty side, and his previous emotions seemed to suddenly find an outlet.

Moisture swirled in the eye sockets again, Cheng Yue didn't want An Mingyu to see him like this when he first arrived, as if to sympathize with him.But he held back his tears for a long time, and he still couldn't hold back his tears. He quickly turned his head and raised his hand to quickly wipe them away.

An arm stretched out, tentatively wrapping him around.

Cheng Yue followed his strength and gently leaned on An Mingyu's shoulder.

No one said anything.

Cheng Yue lowered his eyelashes and leaned quietly for a while. The other person's shoulders were firm, and he somehow felt calm.

His stomach suddenly growled, breaking the silence.

Only then did he remember that he was taking care of his grandfather and hadn't eaten since getting off the train.

An Mingyu obviously heard it, he let go of him, and stood up from his seat.

"No need..." Cheng Yue raised his head and tugged at the hem of his clothes, "I'm not hungry."

But these words were really not convincing, and after finishing speaking, my stomach grumbled again.

Cheng Yue: "..."

An Mingyu looked at him with lowered eyelids: "What do you want to eat?"

At this point, at most, only convenience stores are still open.

Cheng Yue's lips moved: "...biscuits?"

An Mingyu lowered his head, took a pack of napkins from his pocket and stuffed it into Cheng Yue's palm: "Wait."

Cheng Yue held the package of paper, and when he looked up, An Mingyu's figure had disappeared at the elevator entrance.

In the past ten minutes, An Mingyu has not returned.

Cheng Yue took out his phone and sent him a message: [Don't buy it, I'll just drink some water. 】

But just after he finished typing the message, footsteps were heard in the stairway, and An Mingyu ran up, breathing a little unevenly: "The elevator is out of service, here, it's hot, eat."

There is an extra bowl of steamed dumplings in my hand, and a few curry fish balls are thrown in it, the aroma is attractive.

Cheng Yue swallowed and looked up: "Thank you."

An Mingyu also had two bottles of Wahaha in his hand, he poked open one and handed it to Cheng Yue: "Drink?"

"drink."

An Mingyu broke open the bamboo chopsticks for him, and took out another piece of paper to wipe off the sauce on the edge of the paper bowl.

He hadn't been taken care of by others for many years, and he took care of everything big and small by himself. Cheng Yue stuffed the hot dumplings into his mouth, and his nose started to feel sore again.

He chewed a few times, turned his attention to the food, and finally shed tears without disappointment.

An Mingyu sat and watched him eat.

Really hungry, Cheng Yue ate very quickly, and drank more than half a bottle of Wahaha after eating, then he recovered, turned to An Mingyu and said, "My grandfather is in the operating room."

An Mingyu let out a "hmm".

He didn't ask as many questions as he imagined, and he didn't seem to be curious about this matter at all.

Cheng Yue wanted to say something else, after all, he borrowed money from An Mingyu, and the other party did him a big favor, and he had the right to know about it.

He opened his mouth, and suddenly his hand was held by An Mingyu.

"It will be fine." He said, "Don't be afraid."

The temperature of his palm was very high, even a little hot.

Cheng Yue lowered his head, remembering that this was the third time An Mingyu said "don't be afraid" to him.

But this time he was really scared.

He didn't take his hand away like before, thought for a few seconds, and then grabbed the other person: "An Mingyu."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

An Mingyu turned her head, her eyes fell on Cheng Yue's flushed eyes and bloodless cheeks, and said softly, "You're welcome."

His hands are very strong, and this kind of strength is passed on to Cheng Yue, which is very reassuring.

Cheng Yue saw the small brown mole on An Mingyu again, and he couldn't help rubbing it with his finger.

An Mingyu's arm trembled.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Cheng Yue quickly withdrew his fingers, "Your hand is so beautiful, this mole is a bit conspicuous, I subconsciously..."

"It's okay." An Mingyu frowned, "This is actually not a mole."

"?"

"When I was young, I learned how to turn other people's pens." He spoke slowly and in a gentle voice, "but I couldn't learn it no matter what. Once the pen flew out, and the nib scratched my hand. The ink was left in it, and it was not cleaned at that time. Clean, that's it."

Cheng Yue raised his hand and looked it over carefully.

It is indeed not a mole, but a color that comes out from the lower part of the skin. If you look closely, it is black, but it looks brown when you look at it from a distance.

He was a little unbelievable: "Is there anything else you can't learn?"

For a while, he couldn't connect this naughty incident with the person in front of him.

"I can't learn a lot." An Mingyu said, "I'll talk to you slowly when I have time."

Cheng Yue looked at him, imagined An Mingyu's messy appearance when he was a child, and couldn't help laughing.

An Mingyu didn't know how what he said just hit his point of laughter, but it finally made him no longer frown, and smiled.

Before they finished speaking, the door of the operating room opened.

"Patient's family?" A doctor came out from inside.

Cheng Yue panicked and stood up from his seat suddenly: "I, it's me!"

The doctor said: "Go and check the blood type. The patient needs a blood transfusion. There is not enough type B blood in the blood bank."

Cheng Yue's heart fell back again: "Oh...OK."

He followed the doctor all the way to the place where the blood type was checked, and when he was about to hand over his arm to take a sample, Cheng Yue realized that he had been holding An Mingyu's hand all the way and did not let go.

The other party didn't even open his mouth to remind him, so he was led here.

An Mingyu saw his thoughts and let go first.

"You are type A." The doctor shook his head and looked at An Mingyu, "Come here."

Cheng Yuegang stood up and pressed the cotton ball on his finger: "No, he..."

Before she finished speaking, An Mingyu sat down and handed her hand to the doctor naturally.

"Will it be checked?" the doctor asked.

An Mingyu spoke first: "Check."

It turned out that it was type B, which just matched.

Cheng Yue was a little confused.

Asking An Mingyu to borrow money is already a big job. The other party is not related to him, but just a college classmate who has been with him not long ago. Even if they have a good relationship, he has no reason to ask An Mingyu to draw blood for his grandfather.

"It's not a big deal." An Mingyu patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "This little blood doesn't matter, life-saving is the most important thing."

The blood-drawing needle was thicker than Cheng Yue had ever seen before, and it looked terrifying.

Seeing a steady stream of blood being drawn from An Mingyu's arm into the blood bag, Cheng Yue's heart tightened.

An Mingyu looked back at the people around her, frowned and stretched out her hand to pinch Cheng Yue's chin: "Let go, my mouth is about to bite."

Cheng Yue let go of his lower lip, which had been ravaged by him for a long time.

Seeing this, the doctor also said: "He is in good health, and his blood vessels are all swollen. It won't affect him if he smokes so little. If you are really worried, just go back and eat some blood-enriching ingredients."

Food for nourishing blood.

Cheng Yue silently wrote it down in his heart.

After drawing eight tubes of blood in a row, when the doctor pressed the cotton swab on them and told them to leave, Cheng Yue's palm was almost torn by himself.

He carefully helped An Mingyu roll up his sleeves: "Does it hurt?"

The latter smiled lightly: "Teacher Cheng will not hurt after blowing on it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't expect that Cheng Yue would really lower his head to blow it for him. An Mingyu quickly flinched away, a little helpless: "I'm just joking, the pinhole is not as big as my mole, so I don't feel anything."

How can this be the same?

An Mingyu saw Zhongzhong's still worried expression, and thought for a while: "Mr. Cheng, can you open the drink for me? I want to drink."

Of course Cheng Yue agreed: "Okay."

He inserted the straw in and fed it to An Mingyu's mouth: "Here."

This well-behaved appearance is really painful. Looking at this situation, I don’t know how many grievances I usually suffer before I can be so uneasy when I get a little help. An Mingyu sighed silently in her heart, bowed her head Take a sip: "It's delicious."

Back at the door of the operating room, the two sat down together again.

"Take a break?" An Mingyu asked, "I'll wake you up when someone comes out."

Cheng Yue's eyes were covered with red blood, his skin was white and thin, and the bruises under his eyes were also very obvious.

But he still shook his head: "No, I'll wait for Grandpa to come out."

An Mingyu understood his feelings and did not try to persuade him.

Near three o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden weight on his shoulder.

An Mingyu turned her head to look, and saw that the person who had been trying to stay awake just now fell asleep, and leaned on his shoulder.

He lowered his eyes.

The environment of the largest hospital in City Z is also very average, with mottled walls and outdated equipment. Most of the people who come and go are old people with gray hair. It is quite different from what City B was like many years ago.The hotel he stayed in was said to be the biggest hotel here, but at best it was a convenient hotel in City B.

An Mingyu quietly watched Cheng Yue's sleeping face.

The boy's face was small, his chin was a little pointed, and his eyelashes curled up delicately.On the first day when I saw Cheng Yue on the school podium, the other party seemed to be full of light when he solved the problem with ease, and every time he talked about chemistry, the arc of his chin was proud and cute.

It was difficult for him to connect Cheng Yue in his impression with this city and everything that happened today.When you borrow money from him, you are flattering and humble. If you are helped by others, you will be at a loss, and you will not dare to cry if you are full of grievances, and you will secretly wipe your tears.

He shouldn't be like this.

He should stand on the podium, confident and bright, throw away the chalk proudly, and say "I'm done solving" in the amazed eyes of the crowd.

This is Cheng Yue.

An Mingyu moved slightly, changed to a more comfortable position for the other party, let Cheng Yue's head rest in his arms, and gently smoothed his soft forehead hair.