Chapter 7 A Dinner
In the consulting room, the doctor didn't get an answer for a long time, so he patiently asked again: "Mr. Jian?"
Jian Yuheng calmed himself down and said, "I felt like I was drowning in the pool and couldn't swim to the other side..."
The doctor began to take notes.
"The broken door crackles, and the woodcarvings cannot bloom flowers that make one concentrate..."
The doctor frowned.
"The accumulated words have no answer..."
Snap! The doctor's pen tip broke.
You don’t understand, right? That’s right, Jian Yuheng chuckled.
Go back quickly and let me repeat it.
At the hospital gate and bus stop, Song Ruochen looked at the bus going away and his eyes went dark.
【I have a question. 】
[The car has reversed, so you don't have to reverse it? 】
Song Ruochen: “…”
【Return?】
[Race yourself again before the rollback? ]
"Shut up, shut up." Song Ruochen said, "Wait for the next trip."
In the clinic, the smile on Jian Yuheng's face gradually disappeared, and the smile gradually shifted to the doctor's face.
"Mr. Jian," the doctor handed over the report, "your brain physiological values are all normal, and the scale values are also normal. This is your confirmed diagnosis."
Jian Yuheng opened the diagnosis results.
Hmmmm:), on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, I was diagnosed as a poet in the hospital.
"Any other questions?" the doctor asked kindly.
"That's all." Jian Yuheng stood up and left the clinic.
He walked through the corridor and saw several nurses talking at the side of the physical examination center.
"Where's that omega?" the head nurse asked. "Doesn't he need to be tested for genetic diseases?"
"This test requires family members to accompany you," the nurse said. "He said he would come next time."
When Jian Yuheng walked to the entrance of the hospital, a heavy rain poured down. Gong Huo was waiting for him at the door with an umbrella.
"Boss, let's go." The 1.8-meter-tall assistant Gong opened the umbrella.
Jian Yuheng, who is 1.93 meters tall, felt a black screen before his eyes.
The scene he saw in the video that day suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Secretary Song held up the umbrella with great precision, helping Yan Ci to block the splashing water.
Assistant Gong stumbled.
"What's the matter?" Jian Yuheng asked.
"I suddenly felt the crisis of layoffs," said Assistant Gong.
It rained heavily.
The roof of the bus stop was not big, covering only a small space. Song Ruochen hid and dodged until he got close to the billboard.
"Can you turn it into an umbrella?" Song Ruochen asked.
【I am a coin purse, not a canteen. 】
Song Ruochen: "Didn't you have a knife last time?"
[That's a little toy that I kept privately. ]
A gust of wind blew up the rain, soaking half of Song Ruochen. The rain in this season was very cold, and he shivered immediately.
Drop—drop—
Vehicle horn.
A familiar car stopped in front of him, the window rolled down, revealing Jian Yuheng's face.
"Come up." Jian Yuheng said.
Song Ruochen: "I don't."
Who wants to get in the villain's car?
"Add me on WeChat. Is there something you want to talk about?" Jian Yuheng asked. "Come up and talk."
Song Ruochen then remembered that this seemed to be the case. He had not had time to invite Jian Yuheng to the Jian family's family dinner tonight.
Song Ruochen (rain content 50%) jumped into the car. The car window blocked the sound of the rain, and the warm environment made him breathe a sigh of relief.
"Don't just sit there if you want to get a ride." Gong Huo said from the driver's seat, "Secretary Song, drive."
Song Ruochen was about to stand up when Jian Yuheng pushed him back.
"Sit down." Jian Yuheng said, "I have someone else to drive."
I don't want to start again.
Gong Huo drove the car out steadily.
"Tell me." Jian Yuheng turned his gaze to the person sitting upright beside him, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"To welcome you back home," Song Ruochen said, "Boss Jian asked me to prepare a family dinner tonight to welcome you back."
"Yeah." Jian Yuheng responded nonchalantly, "Where is the location?"
Song Ruochen reported the name of a restaurant.
Jian Yuheng raised his eyebrows: "Why choose this place?"
"The restaurant's style is modern, which is more in line with your temperament, and the name of the restaurant is also more in line with the warm atmosphere of a family dinner." Song Ruochen said, "The restaurant has many dining tables and the hall is relatively large. The restaurant has guests and waiters..."
Jian Yuheng: “……?”
Half of the omega's white shirt was soaked by the rain, revealing a semi-transparent color and half-covering his thin shoulders and back.
The ends of Song Ruochen's hair were also covered with moisture. A small drop of condensed water slid down his neck, leaving a water mark on his white collarbone.
"Oh, yes." Song Ruochen couldn't continue making up stories, so he changed the subject, "I have already updated the Second Young Master's personal information in the company."
"Thank you for your hard work." Jian Yuheng said, "Please Secretary Song update it again."
Song Ruochen: "Why? The Second Young Master is one year younger again?"
"I like it." Jian Yuheng said, "Delete it, it's empty."
Song Ruochen: “?”
"Then I wish the Second Young Master can find a new hobby soon." Song Ruochen said.
The car stopped at the gate of Xiaoshi Group. Song Ruochen took the elevator upstairs and went to the office of the protagonist of the original book.
Jian Feng was not there, and Yan Ci was sitting at his desk, playing Candy Crush live.
"The anchor is not blind." Yan Ci said, "Delete the one on the right, there will be a chain reaction later."
Hearing the door opening, Yan Ci raised his head.
"Is Secretary Song back?" Yan Ci said, "Today's dessert is pineapple cake."
Song Ruochen: “?”
I always feel like this thing is always stealing his lines.
But he was indeed hungry, so Song Ruochen decided to eat a few bites first.
"When I was live streaming today, my brother called and criticized me, and I scolded him," Yan Ci said.
"What did he say?" Song Ruochen asked.
"He said: Shame on you, shame on you, shame on you," Yan Ci said sadly.
Song Ruochen: "Well, how did you curse?"
"I said, 'You are shameless,'" Yan Ci said.
"There is progress." Song Ruochen said, "But next time, if he says 'shameless, shameless, shameless' to you again."
Song Ruochen: "Just tell him to switch to manual labor."
Yan Ci: “…”
In this abo world, the understanding of various flavors is very profound, and the food made is always more delicious than the other.
A small pineapple cake made Song Ruochen's mood super good.
"Secretary Song," Yan Ci said, "Stop eating. Why are your clothes so wet?"
"The bus is going too fast." said Song Ruochen.
Yan Ci: “?”
"Hurry up and put it on." Yan Ci took the small cake off the table, "It will be very uncomfortable if you get sick."
The fork in Song Ruochen's hand pried up a ball of air and he vaguely heard the change bag being counted in his ear.
"I didn't bring any clothes to change into," said Song Ruochen.
"I have some." Yan Ci stood up and took out a suitcase from the corner of the office. "We are about the same height. If I can wear it, you can definitely wear it too."
"This one is new." Yan Ci looked for it.
"Madam," Song Ruochen asked curiously, "What are you doing with such a big suitcase in Mr. Jian's office?"
He has seen it several times when he came to work.
"It's convenient for me to run away from home whenever I have a quarrel with my husband," said Yan Ci.
Song Ruochen: “…”
The protagonist of our melodramatic novel.
"I found it." Yan Ci said, "You wear this."
Song Ruochen took a white sweatshirt and casual pants from him and went to the locker room to change.
He turned his back to the mirror, turned around, and stared at the two drooping rabbit ears on the hood of his sweater in silence for a while.
Indeed, it is written in the book that the protagonist's dressing style tends to be cute.
"Song Ruochen, this dress suits you so well." Yan Ci exclaimed.
Is it suitable? Song Ruochen didn't think so, but it's warm enough.
"Ma'am." He glanced at the clock on the wall, "It's almost time to go to the family dinner."
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Jian Yuheng had a cup of tea in the office and did some work. When the clock pointed to six o'clock, he went downstairs and drove to the location of the family dinner.
The location that Secretary Song booked was really tricky. It was not far from the company, but the road was not easy to get to.
I don’t know what advantages I have that attracted this perfect little secretary.
The perfect secretary wears the same white shirt every day and has a cold face.
Jian Yuheng closed the car, turned around, and saw a pair of dangling snow-white rabbit ears.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
"I've done what you said." Yan Ci had just hung up the phone with his brother. "He's angry."
"Very good." said the rabbit.
"Wouldn't that be bad?" Yan Ci said, "After all, he is my biological brother. Would my behavior be like a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple, or family members not recognizing each other as family members?"
"Not really." said the rabbit. "You call this the original soup and the original food."
Yan Ci: “?”
Jian Yuheng: “…”
"Hello, Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen glanced at him and greeted him perfunctorily, "I've been waiting for you. Please take a seat."
Not many people came to this family dinner. Apart from a few relatives of the Jian family, the rest were the company's leaders.
Jian Yuheng sat down opposite Song Ruochen, and the family dinner officially began.
"Welcome back, brother." Jian Feng spoke.
Everyone at the table raised their glasses. Song Ruochen looked through the glasses and fixed his eyes on the egg yolk chicken wings on the other side of the table.
It smells so good. I want to eat it.
Jian Yuheng was sitting close by and had already taken away two of them.
Everyone at the table put down their cups.
Jian Feng stretched out his chopsticks towards the roast duck, and the roast duck was quickly turned away.
Song Ruochen was scratching the table, but suddenly he turned around and saw the egg yolk chicken wings right in front of him.
Song Ruochen: “…”
Why are you looking at me? Why are you all looking at me?
Why is everyone except the villain looking at me?
Jian Yuheng was looking down at the chicken wings. He was a little hungry, and after eating a piece of chicken wing, he felt warm all over.
Noticing the movement on the table, he also raised his head and then raised the corners of his mouth.
The perfect little secretary made a mistake, which is really a relief...
ding dong.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
The warmth disappeared, and the chicken wings that had just been eaten appeared intact at the bottom of the bowl.
Here we go again, right?
Well, he won’t eat for now. He wants to watch the whole process of Secretary Song’s mistake this time.
Jian Yuheng raised his head and waited for a good show.
At the opposite table, Jian Feng just cast his eyes on the roast duck. Song Ruochen raised his eyes, picked up the serving chopsticks on the table, picked up the roast duck, put it on Jian Feng's plate, and pushed it to Yan Ci.
"Madam, come here." Song Ruochen said, "This is given to you by President Jian."
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Jian Yuheng: “????”