"I want to live an ordinary life with somebody, so that I have somebody to talk when I get home and we can take care of each other. I think you are the right one because you are really a perfect man. I'm tired after so many years of struggling. I can almost meet all your demands after we get married."

Su Mo said nothing. He was considering about drafting an agreement for restraint with each other before marriage.

Especially, Xing Biao might do something unexpectedly due to nature of his work.

"It's here. Don't move. I'll hold you."

Xing Biao came here soon. He squatted in front of Su Mo, and tapped on the shoulder.

"Come here, my darling."

Su Mo was moved by the diligence of Xing Biao. He was not carried or held by his father when he was a little boy. But he was carried when he grew up.

Xing Biao's back was stout and strong, giving Su Mo a sense of dependability.

Without sweet words, Xing Biao was good to Su Mo actually.

He held Su Mo everywhere, without saying a word about tiredness.

a.s.suring that Xing Biao could not see, Su Mo smiled, and then climbed on the back of Xing Biao.

"Be careful. Don't make me fall down on the ground."

"Sure. Hold my neck tightly."

It was a small room of TCM at the end of a street which might not be found by strangers. They entered into the room with a smell of herbs.

"Old Zhang, my darling is injured on his foot. Have a look."

Xing Biao kicked at the door, and entered into the room, shouting rudely.

"Be polite."

Su Mo could not bear Xing Biao, and asked him to be polite. "I see."

Xing Biao answered obediently, and then put Su Mo on the cane chair. It is not a big room, and the medicine chests for TCM occupied most places in the room. In addition, there were many dustpans with barks and gra.s.s roots.

Xing Biao did not find Old Zhang.

"Come out! Or I'll make here a mess."

Su Mo wanted to kick him. Su Mo told him to be polite.

An old man showed from the medicine chest.

"What are you going to do?"

Old Zhang was really a little old man with humpback due to his old age. With the height of about 1.65m, he wore a black robe, with beards, presbyopic gla.s.ses and little hair, but he looked hale and hearty.

Xing Biao held his arm and pulled him here.

"My darling's foot was injured, with bone fracture due to falling down. Do you have some method to make him relieve? His foot was as swollen as a frozen eggplant. I'm distressed for it."

Old Zhang pushed his prebyopic gla.s.ses, and measured Su Mo with his eyes. Su Mo nodded to him.

"Thank you, uncle Zhang."

"Where did you get him?"

"A nice man, right? My darling!"

Xing Biao was proud that he had a nice darling.

"When judging from the appearance, he is destined to be very rich. With a wide range of knowledge, handsome appearance, excellent temperament and peaceful eye expressions, he really has a good moral quality."

Xing Biao was so happy that he took the wallet and gave Old Zhang five hundred yuan.

"Take it. I'm happy that my darling is praised by others. I'm happier than myself is praised. My darling is really good."

Su Mo was a little embarra.s.sed about it. But Xing Biao was really welcome by others.