"Madam Han, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are becoming more and more beautiful and charming." Yu Mo came forward and started to praise her lavishly.
Zhiyun's mouth twitched, "Is Doctor Yu busy?"
"Oh, no hurry, no hurry." He put his hands behind his back, his face warm, "When will Madam Han and Doctor Han have their wedding banquet? I can prepare the money for the gift."
Zhiyun: "..."Holding a banquet...
This word is unfamiliar to Zhiyun.
She hadn't even thought about having a wedding banquet...
"Well, I'll let you know once it's decided." Zhiyun said politely to Mo.
"Wait for the notification, it must be soon, Madam Han, I have to say, you and Doctor Han are truly a match made in heaven."
Yu Mo didn't say this the last time she came.
Why is it that this time, it feels like Wei Lai is possessed.
"Thank you." Zhiyun looked at her watch. "Doctor Han should be off work now. I'll go pick him up."
Yu Mo waved his hand, "Okay, Madam Han, take care."
Yu Mo watched Zhiyun go in to pick up Han Qingrang, his eyes full of envy, "Tsk tsk, beautiful."
"What's beautiful?"
Song Yecheng walked over from behind Yu Mo. The sudden sound startled Yu Mo. Seeing that it was Song Yecheng, Yu Mo was annoyed and asked, "Are you silent when you walk?"
Song Yecheng said innocently, "I have a voice when I speak."
"Looking for me?" Yu Mo asked.
"No," Song Yecheng glanced at the pocket of Yu Mo's white coat, "Looking for a hammer."
Yu Mo: “…”
This hammer is not that hammer.
It doesn't mean that Yu Mo took out the hammer himself. Song Yecheng reached into the pocket of Yu Mo's white coat and took out the small and exquisite percussion hammer. "Borrow it, mine has been borrowed from another department."
Yu Mo's forehead was covered with black lines. "Why don't you go to another department to get your hammer back?"
Song Yecheng played with the percussion hammer he took from Yu Mo's pocket, "Who told you to be so close recently?"
Yu Mo: “…”
Zhiyun went to Han Qingrang's office.
There were no patients, only him.
He was wearing a doctor's gown and gold-rimmed glasses. There were piles of documents under his hands, and he was holding a pen and writing.
It was a truly pleasing sight. Zhiyun didn't go in to disturb him, but stood at the door, leaning against it and watching him work.
As I watched, I became fascinated without realizing it.
Han Qingrang felt her presence from the moment she appeared, but he didn't look up because he wanted her to see him. It felt good to be cherished in a superficial way.
Zhiyun looked for a while and walked into the office.
Standing outside the desk, Zhiyun asked, "When do you get off work?"
He slowly raised his head and saw her, his eyes full of smiles, "Zhizhi is here."
"Well, I'm here to pick up my boyfriend from get off work." Zhiyun put her bag on the table.
She pulled out a bench and sat down. "I accidentally lied to you that day. I've been busy lately and haven't picked you up. I was afraid you'd be angry and ignore me."
As she spoke, she could clearly see that the smile on his face became more and more intense.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Zhiyun moved forward a little, then lower, and then lower again, and finally put her hands on the table and looked at his face.
When she lay down like this, her hair fell down, covering half of her eyebrows and eyes.
Han Qingrang stretched out his hand, and with his slender fingertips, he lifted up her hair and brushed it away from her eyebrows. "Tonight, I want to eat you."
"Me and what?" He was slightly stunned.
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