At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Dr. Xia came over, and just like last night, changed the medicine for Su Zhinian's wound, pierced the needle, and left.

After eating at noon, Su Zhinian went to the study to get the computer and documents. When he was hanging the needle, he leaned on the head of the bed halfway, using the hand without the needle, flipping through the documents.

Song Qingchun did not dare to walk away, fearing that Su Zhinian fell asleep and caused blood to return, so he hugged his computer, sat on the carpet, and played on the coffee table.

Su Zhinian's villa is sitting north to south, the afternoon sun is surprisingly good, and the interior of the photo is shining brightly.

He reads documents there, and she plays with computers here.

Although the two people were immersed in their respective worlds, there was no communication, but the atmosphere in the room was still a few years of good beauty.

Because of the injury, Su Zhinian's energy is not as good as usual, but after reading the document for an hour, he felt that his head hurts and could not bear it, so he put the document aside and turned his head to look at Song Qingchun.

I don’t know what the girl is doing. I stared at the computer screen with extra concentration. I pressed the mouse frequently with my right hand and quickly controlled the keyboard with my left hand.

She also plugged the headphones, and there was a song in it. He could hear some music faintly, and the familiar tone was the song he had heard.

The expression on her face was very rich, laughing for a while, pouting for a while, biting the corner of the lips for a while, and then humming gently with the singing in the headphones: "We have all been forgotten, we have all been forgotten for a long time, time Just a thief for a while..."

Looking at this scene, Su Zhinian couldn't help but bend his lips. He hoped that time could be fixed, and he would stay at this moment forever.

Song Qingchun will occasionally turn her head to look at Su Zhinian's hanging needle. Every time she turns her head, Su Zhinian will close her eyes quietly, pretending to be asleep, and wait until she turns around. , He opened his eyes and continued to stare at her.

So repeatedly, I don't know how many times, because of the effect of the drug, Su Zhinian really fell asleep.

By the time he opened his eyes again, the hanging needle had changed to another bottle, and more than half had dripped.

Perhaps because of long-term sitting on the ground and uncomfortable legs, Song Qingchun changed to lying on the sofa and still playing with the computer, but his expression looked a bit distressed, and his fingers kept tapping a button on the keyboard, and then from time to time Murmured: "What's going on? It used to be like this before, why isn't it good this time?"

Su Zhinian frowned, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingchun lifted his head from the computer: "Mr. Su, are you awake?"

Su Zhinian nodded her head, and her eyes fell on her computer again. Song Qingchun hurriedly said, "The computer suddenly shut down inexplicably, and it couldn't be opened."

"Let's see..." Su Zhinian adjusted her leaning position and said in a light tone.

"Will you still repair the computer?" Song Qingchun asked in surprise, and then slid off the sofa, holding the computer and walking to Su Zhinian.

"Well," Su Zhinian said, pressing two keys on the keyboard, and then a series of dense English letters popped out on the screen. His fingers quickly pressed on the keyboard, and he continued to say two words lightly. "Meeting point", and Song Qingchun's computer was repaired.