"Give me the computer, go lie down and rest." Shen Jue said coldly, "Or I’ll smash your computer."
Rong Qingqing pouted unhappily, "I’m just looking up some information, it’ll only take a moment!"
"What do you need to look up? Tell me, I’ll help you check it and read it to you." Shen Jue reached out to Rong Qingqing.
"Give me the computer."
Rong Qingqing directly handed the computer to the little nurse, urgently urging, "Quick, help me hide the computer!"
As soon as the computer was in the nurse’s hands, Shen Jue only thought for a second before reaching his hand out to the nurse.
When the nurse met Shen Jue’s irresistible gaze, she cautiously looked at Rong Qingqing, then slowly handed the computer over.
Between Miss Qingqing and Mr. Shen, the nurse chose to listen to Mr. Shen.
Because Mr. Shen looked harder to deal with.
Rong Qingqing couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, just about to try grabbing it back when suddenly, the phone rang.
She pouted, first reaching under the pillow to grab the phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number, but answered anyway.
"Hello, who is this?" Rong Qingqing responded to the call while still eyeing the laptop in Shen Jue’s hands.
Then, she was extremely surprised to hear a not-so-unfamiliar voice on the other end.
"Hey, are you Junxi the beggar? How do you have my phone number?" Rong Qingqing was startled.
After asking, Rong Qingqing remembered, she left it with Junxi the beggar at the restaurant that day for the repayment.
Unexpectedly, Junxi the beggar saved her phone number?
"Heard you had a car accident? Still picking up calls, so clearly not dead, but are you crippled?" Zhao Junxi asked.
"Even if you were brain-dead, I wouldn’t be crippled, I’m fine." Rong Qingqing replied casually upon realizing it was Zhao Junxi.
She handled Zhao Junxi’s call with her phone in one hand while moving closer to Shen Jue, and used her free hand to grab at the laptop in Shen Jue’s hand.
After a couple of tugs, she didn’t get it out, so she directly slapped Shen Jue’s arm, signaling him to let go.
"Right, someone as stingy as you, if something happened, the medical fees would probably give you a heart attack." Zhao Junxi paused, then asked, "Haven’t been living at the apartment these days?"
"I’m not staying there." Rong Qingqing was fixated on her computer, "I’m busy, don’t feel like chatting, hanging up now."
Upon saying that, Rong Qingqing swiftly hung up the call.
Right after, she stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and with both hands in action, gritted her teeth and forcibly snatched the computer back from Shen Jue’s hand.
The little nurse stood by terrified, covering her mouth, almost driven to tears by this patient.
On the other side, Zhao Junxi was dumbfounded hearing the beep-beep-beep sounds from the phone.
It was the first time anyone had so unrelentingly hung up on him mid-conversation.
Just as he was about to say more, Rong Qingqing had already rushed to hang up on him.
If he went to the hospital again to visit Rong Qingqing, he’d be a fool!
Angrily, Zhao Junxi threw his phone onto the sofa but then thought of something else and quickly picked it up again.
A few seconds later, while Rong Qingqing was silently confronting Shen Jue, their eyes locked in a battle, the phone rang again.
A text message came in.
Rong Qingqing carefully cradled the computer in her arms, then slowly, oh so slowly, shifted back to the bed under Shen Jue’s grim gaze.
Then, with Shen Jue’s expression softening just a tad, she held the laptop in one arm and pulled the corner of the blanket over herself with the other.
She lay there with the computer in her arms, lying flat on the bed.