1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 91 Small Shura Field
Deng Leling felt that she was indeed moved.

"Then little monk, are you tempted?"

She sucked on Zhai Yuan's fingertips, crystal threads hanging at the corners of her mouth, and her voice was unclear.

"No, I'm very hard-hearted."

Zhai Yuan answered with righteous indignation.

"is it?"

Deng Leling pulled one hand out of his hair, reached it down and pressed it on his knee.

Zhai Yuan was wearing a hospital gown and thin shorts with wide legs.

Deng Leling's fingers lightly tapped and slid into the crook of his knee.

Zhai Yuan consciously stuck out his butt to leave her enough space.

Then, the cold fingers felt like they were touching a flame, burning Deng Leling so much that she trembled all over.

There was surprise in her eyes.

Then, with a look in her eyes as hazy as honey, as if about to pull out a thread, she murmured softly: "The little monk's heart is really hard."

Are you kidding? Arsenal, you think?
Zhai Yuan took a breath and squeezed his collar a few times.

The snow piles up like soft and condensed, like grapes in your hands, with two dots of pink on them, and the scent of flowers is lingering.

Dengdengdeng-

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor, coming closer and closer.

Occasionally, there were sounds of girls talking.

"This is room 301, 309 is still ahead!"

"Is my cousin okay? The nurse just said he'll have to stay in the hospital for half a month."

When Zhai Yuan heard these two voices, his heart tightened!
The first one who was noisy was Zhai Yao, and the second one who was gentle and anxious was Zhou Haimei.

In the quiet corridor of the hospital, their conversation was particularly clear.

Dangerous!
"Sister Ling, what do you think of the Lebanese-Israeli war?"

She didn't even dare to scream. Zhai Yuan pulled his hand out, held down her arm, and asked solemnly.

Deng Leling also heard the conversation of the girls outside. Seeing him suddenly behave like this, she sneered.

"Cousin? Cousin?"

Push, push, push!
Zhai Yuan squeezed out a bass voice from his throat.

A more familiar voice was then heard in the corridor.

Zhao Meizhen: "Miss, may I ask if you have a microwave? The pig's feet I brought are a little cold."

"I lost it!"

Zhai Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Stop it, my mother is here too!"

After saying this, Deng Leling actually stopped what she was doing.

Her face showed an even more flustered expression than Zhai Yuan's before. She stood up, rubbed her palms on her jeans legs a few times, and then looked around the ward.

"What should I do? Where should I hide?"

Zhai Yuan thought to himself, what's wrong with this woman? My mother is not a tigress, is it that serious?
He pulled down his pants and laid prone on the bed again, pressing down on the muzzle of the gun.

"Where can you hide in the single room? Please put on your clothes first, your car lights are too bright."

Deng Leling was indeed very nervous. She even forgot to button up her denim shirt, leaving the snow pile half exposed with red fingerprints on it.

……

"Brother! I brought Sister Haimei to see you. Are you okay? The doctor said your wound is very deep. What happened? Has the murderer been caught?"

Zhai Yao pushed open the door of the ward with a click, and her voice arrived before she entered.

Ever since the last murder happened at her doorstep, she was frightened by those policemen and remained silent for a long time.

Now it appears to have fully recovered.

Zhai Yao held Zhou Haimei's hand and walked into the ward, followed by Zhao Meizhen who was carrying a lunch box.

The three of them came to the bedside together. The first thing they saw was Zhai Yuan wrapped in gauze, and the second thing they saw was Deng Leling sitting upright on the stool next to him.

"My name is A Ling, Deng Le Ling, and Zhai Yuan is my boss."

Deng Leling was so polite that she seemed unfamiliar. She took the initiative to greet Zhai Yao and Zhou Haimei with a smile.

His eyes finally fell on Zhao Meizhen, and he smiled earnestly: "You must be Aunt Zhen, right? I often hear the boss mention you."

Zhai Yuan lay in bed, feeling that Deng Leling was so strange and scary. Why are you pretending to be young? You are only five or six years younger than my mother. Is it appropriate to call her Auntie Zhen?

The two sides greeted each other.

Zhai Yuancai said: "Sister Ling is an actress I signed. She came to visit me just now and I told her about the play."

No one doubted the truth of this statement, after all, Zhai Yuan did open a video hall and film a movie.

"Cousin, how did you get into this situation?"

Zhou Haimei went to the bedside and looked at the wound on his back, her eyes full of heartache.

Deng Leling had been secretly observing Zhou Haimei and thought that this girl was indeed youthful and pretty, and a perfect match for Zhai Yuan. She felt a little disappointed.

When she asked why Zhai Yuan was injured, he couldn't help but straighten his chest, feeling that he had won back a point.

"It's okay, just a minor injury, I will recover soon."

Zhai Yuan gave her a reassuring smile, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

It’s a pity that Deng Leling is still standing here like a telephone pole, otherwise I could kill two birds with one stone, and I could even make up a story for Zhou Haimei with this wound!
Seeing that Zhai Yuan's wound was indeed not serious, the three people who came in later breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhai Yuan and Zhou Haimei were talking beside the bed.

While Zhao Meizhen was not paying attention, Zhai Yao opened the lunch box and stole a pig's trotter to eat.

Deng Leling and Zhao Meizhen were chatting on the side.

"Ah Ling is filming a movie with my Ah Yuan?"

"Yes, auntie, the boss is very capable and is willing to give me a job. It's also because you educated me well."

Zhao Meizhen was so happy that her wrinkles deepened when she smiled.

"You look very young, how old are you this year?"

"Me? I'm twenty-five."

"No, Ling, you look like a college student in his early twenties."

"Hehehe, Auntie, you're joking. Actually, twenty-five is my age in Chinese. I won't be twenty-four until after my birthday."

Zhai Yuan took the time to glance in her direction, with an expression like an old man on the subway checking his cell phone.

Having a baby face gives you confidence. You can easily lie about your age, you 32-year-old old woman!
"Are you filming a movie with Sister Ling?"

Zhou Haimei also heard the voice over there, and said with a mischievous smile: "Then can you let me try it too?"

Zhai Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to film a movie?"

Zhou Haimei wrinkled her nose, as if she hadn't thought it through.

"I don't know. I'll tell you in secret. Don't laugh at me if I tell you."

Zhou Haimei suddenly lowered her voice and leaned close to Zhai Yuan's ear to speak.

Deng Leling caught a glimpse of this scene and happened to meet Zhai Yuan's eyes, with a murderous look flashing across her brows.

Zhai Yuan looked away smoothly, with a nonchalant smile on his face.

Zhou Haimei whispered in his ear: "My father asked me to try out for the Miss Hong Kong pageant after I graduated from Form 5. I don't know if I can be selected, but sometimes when I look in the mirror, I think I'm not that bad."

The little girl's voice was full of sweetness and innocence, and she asked again: "Cousin, do you think I should go?"

According to Zhai Yuan's habit, he would probably pinch her nose, scratch her face and tease her a little.

But now that the human bomb was present, he still endured it.

“Why don’t you continue studying after Form 5?”

Zhai Yuan asked curiously, "I remember you said your grades were not bad, so you should have no problem getting into university."

"My father says it's useless for girls to read too much."

After Zhou Haimei finished speaking, she pursed her lips and added in a low voice: "Actually, I know that he wants to save the money for his brother."

"So do you have any idea? Do you want to be on camera or continue studying?" Zhai Yuan asked.

Zhou Haimei frowned in thought again, and after a moment she shook her head: "It doesn't matter, I think it's all right."

Zhai Yuan rolled his eyes. This guy is too indecisive.

He asked, "Do you want me to help you make the decision?"

Zhou Haimei's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

Zhai Yuan said without a second thought, "Filming is very tiring and not suitable for you. You should continue to study. Don't worry, with your cousin here, tuition fees won't be a problem. If you like, you can choose any school at home or abroad and study until you graduate with a doctorate."

(End of this chapter)