"Ah, what's the point?"

"What's the matter? We are relatives."

"I'm really sorry to disturb Mr. Lu. I just want to stay at any hotel -"

"Oh, but there is no hotel near here. There is really no suitable hotel."

"And a little further away?"

The man looked more and more aggrieved: "the car is running out of gas and can't drive a few miles."

"I can take a taxi by myself..."

"Oh dear!" The man covers stomach suddenly, the face dew is painful, Tong element asks urgently how? He looked painfully and waved his hand weakly. "I have stomach trouble. I didn't have lunch today. I didn't expect to make another mistake If you want to take a taxi, there is no one in my family. At present, I can't help you... "

Tong Su held the man's shoulder and pursed his lips anxiously: "now that you are like this, what else can you say to help me? Do you have stomach medicine? Where is the hospital near here? I'll take you to have a look. "

"No, no, my apartment is right in front. I'll just go back and have some hot water and have a sleep."

"How about hot water? Can you still drive now? Otherwise, I'll take you home, and you'll at least have some millet porridge! "

"It's the neighborhood in front of me..." The man looked at her pitifully, his face seemed to be a little white because of the pain, "I can't make millet porridge, I just drink hot water, stomach disease is an old problem, I drink hot water..."

"Isn't that nonsense?" She was angry and worried, sighed, "I'll take you back and help you cook some porridge."

The man immediately became cheerful: "OK!"

the small apartment mentioned by Lu Zhiyang is not small. It has four bedrooms, three bathrooms and an open balcony.

It's just that the house is very clean and cold, and the finely decorated apartment has brand-new furniture. People often come to clean it without leaving half a trace of dust. However, the owner doesn't live here all the year round, so he can't see the taste of being at home. Instead, it's like a long private room in the hotel.

As soon as the man got home, he would groan on the sofa and cover his stomach with pain. Tong Su wanted to help him find stomach medicine, but where did he have it?

She said that she would go downstairs to buy some medicine. He said that the owner of the nearby drugstore had no conscience and the medicine he sold didn't work. If he ate it for nothing, he might as well drink some porridge.

"Can you order me a takeout?" he looked at her weakly, innocuous and pitiful.

"Eat less takeout. There are too many additives in that food. Let me make some for you."

"Really? Great, thank you He laughed gratefully and happily. "If it wasn't for you, I would have fainted in the car. Thanks to you today."

"It's OK. You helped me before."

Tong Su burned hot water for him, took the packed millet out of his suitcase and went into the kitchen to cook porridge.

Fortunately, everything in the kitchen is complete, and the ingredients in the refrigerator are changed every day. She chose some light and nutritious ingredients and made a nourishing dinner.

The food is simple, but Tong Su's handicrafts are very good. The man's eyes are shining. He doesn't look like a patient at all.

After dinner, Lu Zhiyang seems to be much better. Tong Su wants to do the dishes. He has the strength to stop him and insists on cleaning up by himself.

Seeing that he was much better, Tong Su said goodbye. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhiyang turned around, covered his stomach and cried, and fell on the chair.

"It doesn't matter. You can go. I'll put my cell phone at the head of the bed at night. It's very painful. I'll call 120 myself..."

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