Chapter 7

Xia Lanzheng pointed at the confused Song Xinghuai: "Him."

After saying that, he withdrew from the center of the vortex, and a subtle atmosphere flowed among the remaining three men.

Chu Linchuan glanced at Xia Lanzheng calmly.

He was seen sitting against the wall with his chin tucked into his collar, trying to reduce his presence by pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Then he hung up Cheng Lan's phone without hesitation, and his frown immediately relaxed.

It is said that triangles are stable. With Chu Linchuan, Song Xinghuai, and Lu Yanqing, if there is another Cheng Lan, Xia Lanzheng will not be able to handle it.

The workload today was excessive, and Xia Lanzheng's brain froze. She wondered whether she should hand over the rest of the storyline to Chu Linchuan?

He was at Wanyuan last time, and he is at the hospital again today.

Chu Linchuan occupies the best viewing seat, there is no doubt about it, he is simply the chosen male supporting role.

The hospital was very quiet, especially at night. The smell of disinfectant wafted unrestrainedly through the corridors.

This kind of extreme smell is very annoying to those who hate it, but very popular with those who like it. Xia Lanzheng is the latter, and she even feels at ease when she smells it.

But someone appeared to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

Lu Yanqing still remembered Song Xinghuai: "What happened?"

Song Xinghuai was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, his sprained foot resting on the ground. He held the backpack strap in one hand and the examination report in the other.

"Mr. Lu," he seemed a little surprised, "this... is a long story."

Xia Lanzheng nodded silently and said, "It's a long story, so I'll tell you slowly."

Looking at Chu Linchuan again, Chu Linchuan intervened and stood still, as if he had no role to play.

So Xia Lanzheng stood up, kept her feet close to the floor tiles, and moved inch by inch.

"Brother Xia!" Song Xinghuai suddenly called out to him, "Thank you so much today. If you hadn't stopped me, I might not be here now."

This was Song Xinghuai's third time thanking him, but unlike the previous two times, this time it was in front of Lu Yanqing. Xia Lanzheng was immediately put in a difficult position.

Lu Yanqing tilted his head and asked by name, "Lan Zheng, are you hurt?"

It’s a very large vertical air conditioner, with the air outlet swinging left and right and sweeping 180°.

Xia Lanzheng used Chu Linchuan's broad shoulders to block the minty-scented warmth.

"I'm not hurt. It's just a small favor. You're welcome."

Chu Linchuan laughed again.

Xia Lanzheng felt uneasy at his laughter and grabbed the back of his clothes. "Xiao Song, take the report and go pay the money and get the medicine. We have things to do, so we'll leave first."

Chu Linchuan pushed Xia Lanzheng's hand away and flicked the hem of his clothes.

"Why are you holding on so tightly?"

The volume was neither too loud nor too soft, loud enough for everyone present to hear. As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes were once again focused on Xia Lanzheng.

The young man had long, curly black hair, a slightly round face, a small chin, and a fair complexion, but he didn't look frail.

A thin layer of red appeared on the tip of the ear, and the crimson color flowed down the neck into the collar.

He seemed extremely embarrassed and was clearly trying hard to hide it, but he didn't realize that every emotion was written on his face.

It makes people want to expose him immediately and see more of his reactions.

It seemed like something had really changed about him, Lu Yanqing and Chu Linchuan thought at the same time.

Xia Lanzheng originally looked like a frayed glass bead, but now after being re-polished, the bead is translucent, allowing people to peek inside.

It was transparent, reflecting the peeper's own shadow, with a pattern in the middle, but that point was not clear.

What is it?

Lu Yanqing's expression changed slightly. He slowly looked away and then touched his cufflinks.

Xia Lanzheng was completely unaware of this, and his hand just froze there in disbelief.

How could it be possible that the second young master of the Chu family, who was so influential in the melodramatic novel, couldn't understand his facial expressions and didn't know what he meant?

Xia Lanzheng didn't stay stunned for too long before she made a statement.

"You did it on purpose."

Chu Linchuan pretended not to hear: "Shall we go?"

Xia Lanzheng didn't argue much: "Let's go."

"Chu Linchuan, wait."

"Mr. Lu, I have something to tell you."

Song Xinghuai and Lu Yanqing spoke at the same time.

After their eyes met for a few seconds, Chu Linchuan compromised and made a gesture of invitation.

Xia Lanzheng once again sat on the bench in a daze, and took the initiative to distance herself from Chu Linchuan, leaving two whole seats empty between them.

Not far away, Song Xinghuai was half a head shorter than Lu Yanqing.

He spoke a long and difficult sentence for thirty seconds, then closed his mouth and pursed his lips.

Ding!

Xia Lanzheng was so engrossed in eating melon that she knocked her phone to the ground.

Chu Linchuan picked up the phone at his feet and asked slowly, "Do you care?"

Xia Lanzheng didn't know what he meant by "care", but she really wanted to find someone to talk to.

He leaned over, with only a chair between them. "What do you think of Lu Yanqing?"

While speaking, his eyes were glued to Lu Yanqing, looking him up and down.

He is indeed the type of person who stands out in the crowd.

Even Xia Lanzheng, a straight man, couldn't find any fault with it.

Chu Linchuan was about to hand over the phone when the screen under his palm lit up:

The anchor you often visit has started broadcasting, come and watch!

The live broadcast room copy is four expressions: [flame] [flame] [hot face] [hot face]

"..." Chu Linchuan threw the phone onto the stool in the middle, "He's too old."

Xia Lanzheng exclaimed, "Ah!" "How old is he?"

"28 years old."

"Oh, that's only 27."

Chu Linchuan is 25 years old this year, not much different from Lu Yanqing. Isn’t his age anxiety a bit too serious?

In Xia Lanzheng's philosophy of life, age is just a vague number and has nothing to do with what you eat, wear or do.

Why do these people with healthy bodies care so much about age?

Everyone will die anyway, so let it be.

"You're not right," Xia Lanzheng said seriously, "27 isn't old at all."

Chu Linchuan snorted, and the phone screen lit up again. He reached out and swiped away another broadcast notification.

After observing Lu Yanqing, Xia Lanzheng focused on Song Xinghuai: "So what do you think of Song Xinghuai?"

Song Xinghuai is a senior this year and actually looks younger.

He had a delicate appearance, with the robust build typical of a college student. He was tall, neither strong nor thin, and Xia Lanzheng had seen the muscles in his arms.

Song Xinghuai and Lu Yanqing don't have much difference in size, but Xia Lanzheng thinks they are quite a good match.

Take a light sip.

The two people on the other end said something, then turned to look at Xia Lanzheng.

Chu Linchuan asked: "Did you know each other before?"

Xia Lanzheng said: "No, we just met tonight."

Chu Linchuan said something without any context: "He looks like a college student, quite young."

Xia Lanzheng pressed her knees together and closed them several times before being laughed at by the man: "It doesn't matter whether you're old or young."

The thing on the stool kept flashing. Chu Linchuan slapped the phone into Xia Lanzheng's arms and said, "You're quite philanthropic then."

Xia Lanzheng didn't respond because he saw Song Xinghuai take out his cell phone.

Unlock and open a certain green software - the next step is definitely to ask Lu Yanqing for contact information.

What did he say before?

Even if there is no assisting male supporting role, what is supposed to happen will still happen, and the destined fate must be unshakable.

Xia Lanzheng stared intently, like an old father picking up his child from school on the first day.

Song Xinghuai said something to Lu Yanqing, then opened WeChat and stopped moving.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind and walked towards Xia Lanzheng.

"Xiao Xia brother," Song Xinghuai smiled, a dimple appearing on his right cheek, "Can I add you on WeChat?"

Lu Yanqing, who was standing behind him, just glanced at him without any other reaction. He waved to Chu Linchuan and called him over to the other side.

Xia Lanzheng was confused: "Who? Me?"

"Well," Song Xinghuai handed over the QR code and waited for Xia Lanzheng to send a friend request before continuing, "Brother, thank you for today. I'll be leaving now. I'll treat you to dinner next time."

The shadow that had been hanging in front of him dissipated, and Song Xinghuai's back was limping, but he walked very fast. When he passed by Lu Yanqing, he seemed to quicken his pace.

"Xia Lanzheng," Chu Linchuan said softly, "She's gone."

Xia Lanzheng was stunned, thinking that the supporting role was still sitting here, but the protagonist had left the stage so smoothly?

Chu Linchuan glanced at him and exchanged pleasantries with Lu Yanqing before leaving: "Are you sick?"

Lu Yanqing said, "I came to see the sleep department and made an appointment for a massage."

Sleep department?

Xia Lanzheng spoke faster than her brain: "Do you have stomach problems or mysophobia?"

All the domineering CEOs in novels are like this, and he has been curious about it for a long time.

Two pairs of eyes looked over quietly, and Xia Lanzheng immediately shut up.

The brain finally started to work, but unfortunately it was overloaded with information. The forehead became hotter and hotter, and then with a "bang", it exploded.

Lu Yanqing seemed indifferent and said without any emotion, "A little bit indeed."

Chu Linchuan interrupted their conversation: "You are still young, take your time to heal."

Xia Lanzheng echoed him, playing it safe: "Work should be done in moderation. Eating well will take care of yourself."

When he finished the last word, Lu Yanqing's brows were completely furrowed.

After a week of insomnia, my sleepiness turned into irritability and the central air conditioning showed signs of breaking down.

"It's time for the appointment," Lu Yanqing glanced at his watch and said to Chu Linchuan, "I'll come to the company to see you tomorrow. We'll talk about the rest then."

When passing by Xia Lanzheng, he suddenly glanced sideways.

His forehead was full, and the lines of his nose bridge were perfect, but his lips were not curved, and his dark eyes contained an unfathomable attitude.

"Thank you for your advice."

His voice was hoarse with sleepiness, polite but distant.

The protagonist leaves the stage, the scene ends. The corridor is empty, and the air seems to grow colder.

The smell of disinfectant disappeared without a trace, replaced by a faint smell of grass.

Xia Lanzheng smelled it for two seconds and felt something was wrong. The grass seemed rotten, and the aftertaste was like seafood mushrooms, or like clothes drying in the shade during the return of the south wind.

When I looked up, I saw large flowers that looked like cauliflower.

Who planted the heather by the roadside?

He held his breath and followed Chu Linchuan, venting his anger on the innocent flowers.

He shouldn't have meddled in other people's business today. Not only did Song Xinghuai and Lu Yanqing's plan fail, but he also became a sitting duck caught in the middle.

Lu Yanqing looked like his wife had been robbed, but he couldn't be blamed. Wasn't it Song Xinghuai who took the initiative?

Xia Lanzheng cursed softly, and the night wind blew a mouthful of hair.

"Don't you like younger ones?" Chu Linchuan stopped at some point and asked standing beside him.

Xia Lanzheng pulled her hair out and licked her lips. "I've already told you, age isn't a problem. Stop asking."

Chu Linchuan fell silent. He waited until Xia Lanzheng had loaded the bicycle into the trunk before speaking: "Tsk, sit in the front. Your clothes are all covered in dust."

Xia Lanzheng said "Oh", it seems that it's not only the boss who has mysophobia, this one too.

A small male supporting role with a big airs.

Xia Lanzheng processed several work messages from Yu Jiawei and approved a friend request. The person was using their default profile picture and sent the message right after adding them.

"cl: Xia Lanzheng, you're done!!"

Xia Lanzheng is unhappy with everyone at the moment.

"X: Who are you?"

The finger slid and cut out, and there was another ding-dong sound.

"Song Xinghuai: [Address]"

Xia Lanzheng suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Song Xinghuai: Brother Xia, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to buy you coffee."