Pan Yang got out of bed and, following the original owner's memories, went to the office, where Zhou Yang happened to be sitting and writing something.
Zhou Yang looked up at him and said calmly, "What is it?"
"Yes." Pan Yang walked over to his side and sat down in a chair. "Where do you live? What do you usually eat? Do you need me to bring you breakfast every day?"
“These are all private matters.” Zhou Yang continued writing with his pen.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"It's working hours now, so let's talk about these issues after get off work."
Pan Yang raised an eyebrow. "Not bad, a hidden character." He simply got up from his chair and sat on the other sofa. "Okay, I'll ask you after you get off work." It was clear from his expression that he intended to wait until Pan Yang got off work.
He was somewhat shocked by Huan Yang's actions. He had expected Huan Yang to be a bit of a rogue, but he hadn't expected him to be this rogue.
About ten minutes later, Mr. Qiao opened the door and saw Pan Yang sitting there. He wasn't surprised at all. He walked into the office and stood next to Pan Yang: "Let's go home first."
"But……"
"Listen to me." Mr. Qiao winked at Pan Yang, who blinked and obediently followed Mr. Qiao out of the office.
"You can't force me like this, son." Mr. Qiao looked around. "Listen to your father, what's the one thing our family has that we have in abundance?"
"What?" Pan Yang frowned. His family had no shortage of money. Was he going to use money to bribe hidden figures?
"Money!" Mr. Qiao said with a hint of exasperation, "Listen to me, all the money in our family is yours. You can do whatever you want with it, donate to the hospital or whatever! It will make you stand out from all your suitors!"
After a few seconds of silence, Pan Yang gave Qiao's father a thumbs up. He was indeed a fool with too much money, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, since the Qiao family had plenty of money anyway.
001: "???" No, host, your pursuit of this is worse than before. This is just too outrageous.
As soon as Fan Yang arrived at his doorstep, he saw Yuan Qingqing standing there anxiously. He had just gotten out of the car when Yuan Qingqing ran over to him, looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault that you're in the hospital, but I'm sorry, I may not like you for the time being. We can still be friends, right?" She was wearing a white dress, with her hair down and her head down, looking every bit the innocent white lotus.
"Oh, whatever, I don't like you anyway." Huan Yang looked at her and found it funny; she practically had "you're just a backup plan" written all over her face.
"You don't like me?" Yuan Qingqing was stunned for a few seconds, her smile stiffening slightly, seemingly not believing Huan Yang's words: "Huan Yang, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
"It's alright, I'm fine. You don't need to come looking for me anymore." Pan Yang walked around her and went inside.
"Pan Yang, are you angry with me?!" Yuan Qingqing was about to chase after him when she saw this, but she was blocked by Qiao's father the next second.
Mr. Qiao blocked the doorway, his serious dissatisfaction and disdain undisguised: "Miss Yuan, you heard it too, my son doesn't want to see you, and he already has someone he likes. Please have some self-respect, Miss Yuan."
"No, Uncle, let me explain." Yuan Qingqing spoke almost reflexively.
"Okay, explain." Mr. Qiao looked at her, as if listening to her.
Yuan Qingqing choked. She had just blurted it out. Her face was full of grievance, and she was clutching the hem of her clothes. "Uncle, I didn't expect that Huanyang would like me. I only thought of him as a friend. Besides, haven't we always been good friends? And I didn't expect him to end up in the hospital."
"So you're good friends. I thought Miss Yuan was trying to have her cake and eat it too." Mr. Qiao mocked without any courtesy. He sneered and said in a threatening tone, "Yuan Qingqing, if you come again in the future, I don't mind going to have a talk with your father myself."
After saying that, Mr. Qiao slammed the door shut. Yuan Qingqing looked at the closed door with a hint of impatience in her eyes. She took out her phone to make a call but couldn't get through. Finally, she dialed Lu Chu's number.
Her voice was choked with sobs: "Brother Lu, Fan Yang is angry with me. I didn't do anything wrong. I've already explained it to him."
Lu Chu heard Yuan Qingqing's voice and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes: "Wait a minute, send me the address, I'll come pick you up."
Pan Yang sat in the living room, blocked Lu Chu's contact information, and then opened Zhou Yang's chat dialog box.
After Zhou Yang finished get off work, he looked at the thirty-odd messages and fell silent. When he opened them, he found a bunch of nonsense.
Pan Yang: What time do you get off work? Do you have to work overtime tonight?
Pan Yang: Where do you live? I'll come to your house later to pick you up and drop you off at get off work.
Pan Yang: I'll bring you what you want to eat tomorrow morning. By the way, when are you free? I'd like to take you out for some fun.
The last message was...
Pan Yang: You're not replying to my messages. I asked your colleague if you're off work yet. Be careful, or I might have a seizure and show you.
Zhou Yang took a deep breath and tapped his fingers on his phone: "I just saw it. You don't need to pick me up or bring me breakfast. I'm just your attending physician."
Pan Yang: "My heart hurts."
"Take your medicine. I believe you can stick to it." Zhou Yang was a little helpless. This guy was really noisy. When he went to bed that night, Huan Yang didn't send any more messages, so he stopped paying attention to him.
The next day, he came to the hospital and fell silent. Pan Yang was waiting in his office with various breakfasts in his hands, a wide variety that were obviously bought from many different stores.
When Pan Yang saw him come in, he stood up from his chair and said, "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I brought everything."
Zhou Yang took a deep breath as he looked at the breakfast spread on the table, and said in a cold tone, "I've already eaten. You can take it away. You don't need to bring me breakfast anymore."
"Dr. Zhou, come out for a moment, a patient is looking for you," Dr. Zhang reminded him as he walked to the door.
"Okay, I'll be right there," Zhou Yang said, then glanced at Pan Yang and reminded him to be careful of his heart before heading out.
Dr. Zhang happened to see the table full of breakfast and swallowed hard. "Um, did you bring breakfast for Zhou Yang? Can I have some?"
Pan Yang shrugged and sat back down in his chair: "Take whatever you want, he's already eaten."
"Him? He eats at home every day. Are you going to pursue him?" Dr. Zhang picked up a pan-fried bun and a soy milk and carried them. "Don't bring him breakfast anymore. It's such a waste. He doesn't eat food from outside."
Dr. Zhang took a bite of the pan-fried bun and his eyes lit up instantly. It was delicious! But when he looked at the brand on the packaging, he gasped, "Your family is quite wealthy. Their food is delicious, but it's expensive. How about we make a deal?"
Pan Yang blinked and looked at him with an expression that said, "Are you crazy?"
He waved his hand awkwardly: "No, what are you thinking? I ate your breakfast, so I have to help you out. I'll help you pursue Zhou Yang. We were college roommates. Trust me, I can help you win him over 100%."
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