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"I don't care!"

Si Shaofeng threw down the two words as he continued reading the newspaper.

When she was rejected, she immediately lowered her head in disappointment. All of a sudden, Si Shaoheng reached out his hand to her. "A prescription, a case …"

"Here, here!" Xiao Tang extended her hand and handed over the case report and medication list, neatly folded them and placed them in Si Shaoheng's open hand, with a flattering smile hanging on her face. Then, she moved her butt towards the side of Si Shaoheng's chair.

He put down the newspaper and patted his leg. When Xiao Tang took the initiative to go over and sit in his embrace, he shifted and found a comfortable position, while Si Shaoheng wrapped his arm around her, picked up the can and spoon, and gave them to her in one gulp.

At first, Xiao Tang didn't really like to eat canned yellow peach. In her previous life, she had always been sick when she was in the orphanage, so she was even afraid of pricking the needle. At that time, the orphanage dean had used these canned yellow peach canned food to coax her.

After eating for so many years, he had long grown tired of eating.

However, the canned food that Si Shaoheng bought felt like it had magic, so Xiao Tang ate it all.

After eating, he carelessly wiped his mouth and shifted his arm into a more comfortable position. Leaning against Si Shaoheng's chest, he gradually fell asleep.

Shao Heng lowered his eyes to look at her fan like thick eyelashes and let out a helpless sigh. The woman opposite him, seeing this, couldn't help but laugh and ask, "Is she your wife?"

"En!" Shao Heng nodded. He took off his coat and pulled the sleeping Xiao Tang into his arms.

The woman looked somewhat enviously at Xiao Tang, then turned to glare at the man beside her, saying with disdain: "Look at her husband, look at you!"

"Look at his wife!" And look at you! " After the man finished speaking, he added in an aggrieved tone, "Look at her, she is extremely cute, just like a skylark. What about you? Can I move it? "

When the woman heard this, she was immediately angered. She wanted to shout for a man, but due to the fact that Little Tang was still sleeping, she couldn't make a sound. She could only sit there awkwardly, staring at the peaceful sleeping face that was in Si Shaoheng's arms.

When Xiao Tang woke up, she was already in her bedroom on her bed.

She opened her eyes a little and a slit appeared. What entered her eyes was a white shirt on her chest.

"Eh!" He suddenly sat up, and knocked his head against Si Shaoheng's chin. Si Shaoheng frowned, and rubbed his chin, and at the same time, Xiao Tang covered her head and complained to him, "You're so annoying, when did you carry me back home? I still want to hang out a bit more. "

"Why don't you see what time it is?" Si Shaofeng picked up the horseshoe alarm clock and threw it over. When Xiao Tang looked at the clock, she realized it was midnight.

Damn, why did she sleep for so long?

Xiao Tang covered her temples and yawned. She was worried that she had been sleeping longer and longer these days, and … He did not know if it was due to the teleportation, so it was easy for him to feel tired after using the body of the original owner.

"Is the work in the vegetable garden really tiring?" Shao Heng looked at her with concern. "If you're really tired, then take a break. I don't need you to work at all."

Si Shaoheng had been paying attention to Little Tang's physical condition the entire time.

In the past, Xiao Tang was indeed full of vigor and vigor, and had never been sick before. But now, for some reason, she began to become weak.

When she heard that, she frowned and lightly shook her head: "Actually, I really don't feel tired."

However, she was worried that the body of the original owner was becoming more and more similar to the body of her previous life.

Very similar.

Could it be that when he transmigrated, he also brought along the condition of having poor constitution and illness from his previous life?

"Sometimes, you don't feel tired because you're tired …" Si Shaoheng frowned as he looked at her. "Perhaps you've been tired for too long, so even though you can't feel it, the burden on your body is too much, which is why your resistance is weakened."

Seeing how serious he sounded, Xiao Tang was frightened and asked worriedly, "What do we do then?"

There were so many things to do in the vegetable garden that it was impossible to leave.

"Isn't there a mountaineer this weekend? I'm going to change it. " Si Shaoheng pondered seriously, "Why don't we switch it to a picnic, or perhaps a three-day paid public rest?"

If they were going to take a break from work, then they would have to wait until the staff members were free to take a break. After that, when it was their turn, they would take a break from work as usual.

"Wouldn't it be boring if you did nothing for three days?" Little Tang was sprawled on the bed. "Ai, let's go climb the mountain!"

A picnic was also meaningless. She could neither play cards nor mahjong, much less sing songs from this era. She did not know what was popular in this era and found it very boring to play.

The most important thing was, if he were to climb the mountain, then it would be okay. It would be more interesting to see a rare scenery. And if he were to go on a picnic, then Si Shaoheng wouldn't be able to accompany him.

Furthermore, he couldn't be too close to Ji Zhenyu. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used such a huge matter to threaten him!

But resting at home is boring...

If it doesn't work, then don't go!

As she thought of this, her eyelids grew heavy and she became drowsy. Suddenly, a thought struck her mind and she forced herself to ask, "Right, did Song Qingqing resign today when she was looking for you?"

"No." Si Shao Heng shook his head. "What's wrong?"

He did not care about Song Qingqing at all. It was just that for the sake of the workers, he was giving her the lowest salary of thirty yuan a month.

The salary of the staff of the Department is divided into job content and technical content to carry out a hierarchical system.

The salary of a regular average worker here was sixty dollars a month for full time and bonus, less than a hundred, better for a senior technician, and twenty more for the director on top of full time.

Song Qingqing was the one with the lowest salary in the factory, but even with the 30 yuan, Si Shaoheng had only barely managed to donate a job because he was in a hurry and did not have the time to dawdle, coupled with Si Jianliang's persuasion.

Otherwise, if Song Qingqing had come to apply, he would definitely not have agreed to let her, a little mouse, enter the Si Family's factory.