Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

Just as Feng Zhique finished speaking, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Feng Zhique took out his phone and looked down.

With just one glance, he frowned and cut off the phone without hesitation.

However, after cutting it off, the other party came back again reluctantly.

The sudden and loud ringing of the phone echoed in the ward, making it impossible for people to ignore it.

Song Jing subconsciously glanced at Feng Zhique with doubts on his face.

Feng Zhique clicked his tongue impatiently, with a cold face, he was about to turn off his phone, cut off the contact information directly, so that the other party would never be able to call.

The other party was very clear about his boss's disposition and temperament, so just when Feng Zhique was about to hang up the phone, a WeChat message popped out immediately.

The message is from the secretary.

[Secretary: Boss! !Really urgent! !It's the overseas contract! ! !The other company has sent people over to the branch to inspect it! ! !Come back soon! ! ! 】

Feng Zhique frowned and looked at him, feeling impatient, but he still stood up from the side of the hospital bed without saying a word.

Feng Zhique's face darkened slightly, and his brows were furrowed. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood at the moment. He stood beside the bed and looked at Song Jing without blinking. The words "not at ease" were clearly written on his pretty face.

"There are some things in the company that have to be dealt with at the company." Feng Zhique said in a deep voice, the corners of his mouth were calm, and there was no smile on his face.

After Song Jing finished listening, she responded calmly, and subconsciously replied, "You go."

Feng Zhique stood still. He looked at Song Jing with a sullen face lying on the hospital bed and couldn't move. His feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and he couldn't move away.

Rationality tells him that work is the most important thing now, but sensibility tells him that he must not leave now.

Feng Zhique's thin lips were tightly pursed, his brows were locked, and there was no smile on his face. He looked at Song Jing without saying a word.

Although Feng Zhique didn't speak, just looking at the expression on Feng Zhique's face, Song Jing knew what he was worried about.

Regarding this, Song Jing calmly and rationally reached out and pointed in the direction of the door of the ward, saying: "There is a nurse, don't worry, you can go."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if by coincidence, the door of the ward was just pushed open by a young nurse in a pink nurse dress.

The little nurse was holding the medical record book, with a smile on her face, she gently opened the door and walked in.

After entering the senior ward where Song Jing was staying, seeing Feng Zhique present, the little nurse politely nodded in the direction of Feng Zhique's family member, and said hello, "Come over for rounds."

Feng Zhique didn't respond, it was a tacit understanding.

When Song Jing was sent to the hospital yesterday, Feng Zhique had this look of being indifferent to others. The little nurse already knew it, so she didn't think it was strange.

The little nurse came to Song Jing's bedside with the medical records in her arms, squinted and smiled in his direction, "You're awake."

Song Jing hummed.

The little nurse picked up the pen and began to record in the medical record as she asked, "How is your body now? Do you have fever or chills?"

"No."

The little nurse wrote it down, and then asked, "Is there any sleepiness, weakness, or abnormal pain in a certain position?"

"No."

The little nurse wrote it down, and it was clear, then handed the thermometer in her breast pocket to Song Jing, and said, "Then take your temperature."

Song Jing took it quietly, and obediently began to take her temperature.

The little nurse stood aside, waiting quietly and patiently.

When Yue Mo was waiting, he really had nothing to do. The little nurse stood aside and said casually, "This gentleman guarded you for a long time yesterday and didn't sleep all night. Are you brothers? Although they don't look alike... ..."

But if it is not a brother, what kind of relationship should be used to explain Feng Zhique's tense, concerned and extremely anxious appearance yesterday.

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhique's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't reply, but immediately looked at Song Jing with deep eyes.

He is waiting for his answer.

Song Jing's expression froze for a moment, then quickly recovered, and then replied calmly, "No."

The little nurse nodded thoughtfully, with her eyes bent, and said with a smile, "Let me just say, I don't really look like brothers. But since they are not brothers... what is the relationship?"

The little nurse changed her tone and asked curiously.

Song was actually asked, his expression was stiff.

He stared stiffly at the curious little nurse, and then subconsciously turned his gaze to the side, silently waiting for Feng Zhique to answer.

Seeing Feng Zhique's appearance of "watching from the wall" waiting for his answer, Song Jing suddenly calmed down.

Song Jing's face was paralyzed, and he replied calmly, "Ex-boyfriend."

Feng Zhique: "..."

The corners of Feng Zhique's eyes twitched, and he looked at him with a dazed expression, while the latter was calm and composed, neither blushing nor heartbeating.

The little nurse on the side suddenly widened her eyes, took a low breath, and looked as if she had discovered some serious gossip.

The little nurse first glanced at Song Jing in astonishment, and then at Feng Zhique in disbelief.

The little nurse opened her mouth wide and stammered back, "So that's how it is..."

But when it came to this, the little nurse had an idea, but thought of another thing.

The little nurse's eyes lit up and she said, "Then you are single now?"

The little nurse looked at him with bright eyes.

Song Jing' Huh? After a while, he was a little dazed, and looked at the little nurse in confusion, with an inexplicable expression.

Afraid that Song Jing might misunderstand, the little nurse hurriedly waved her hands and said, "It's either me or me, or some single girls in our department want your phone number..."

Song suddenly realized.

Song Jing's expression was calm, but Feng Zhique's face turned dark all of a sudden.

Song didn't take it seriously, and looked at Feng Zhique in a blink of an eye, seeing that he was still standing there, so he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to the company?"

Feng Zhique sat back on the bed with a dark face and serious expression.

"No," Feng Zhique said with a cold face, "In order to prevent my ex-boyfriend from being pried into a corner, the company's affairs have been postponed."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at the little nurse beside him with a 'kind' smile.

"It's not my ex-boyfriend." Feng Zhique's lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "I haven't agreed to break up yet."

The little nurse was dumbfounded.

After Feng Zhique finished speaking, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

"Leave after checking the temperature." Feng Zhique said with a sullen face.

The little nurse secretly took a look at Feng Zhique, and flinched slightly involuntarily. She said "oh", took the thermometer that Song Jing handed over, and left in a sensible way.

The little nurse left quickly and closed the door of the ward.

The ward was finally clean again.

Feng Zhique's face softened a little, he took out his mobile phone, and called the secretary.

The secretary waited in the company for a long time but couldn't wait for the figure of his boss. He was in a hurry and kept calling back and forth in the company. When the phone rang, he immediately answered it and asked, "Mr. Feng, where are you? ?”

"Hospital."

secretary:"??????"

The secretary was shocked.

On the other end of the phone, the secretary looked in disbelief and asked, "President Feng, didn't you see the message I just sent?"

"I see." Feng Zhique replied calmly.

"Then why..." the secretary asked subconsciously.

"I'm not free right now." Feng Zhique quickly interrupted.

"Is there anything else more important than work now—" The secretary couldn't believe it, it was hard to imagine.

"Yes." Feng Zhique said concisely, "Boyfriend."

"Ah?" The secretary was stunned, with a dazed expression, "...boyfriend?"

"Work delayed for two days."

Feng Zhique said decisively, before the secretary came back to his senses, he hung up the phone.

Although he didn't know the specific content of the phone call, Song actually heard the three words "boyfriend" in Feng Zhique's mouth clearly.

As for who this boyfriend refers to, it is self-evident.

Song Jing tilted his head, not feeling too disgusted in his heart, but couldn't help asking, "Since when am I your boyfriend?"

Feng Zhique raised his eyes with a serious expression, "Didn't you just say that I am your ex-boyfriend?"

Song Jing choked for a moment, then replied calmly, "That should also be the ex-boyfriend."

Feng Zhique raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly, "If I don't agree to break up, then it's not my ex-boyfriend."

Song Jing was silent.

He got it.

Regarding the matter of shamelessness, he has never been Feng Zhique's opponent.

So Song Jing said, "I just said nonsense, you just pretend you haven't heard anything."

Seeing Song Jing 'begging for mercy', Feng Zhique raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was mellow and meaningful, "It's not impossible for me to be your ex-boyfriend."

Song Jing was stunned, slightly surprised, and looked at him unexpectedly.

Before Feng Zhique finished speaking, he continued, "But before that...doesn't it be right to fall in love first? Hmm?"

Feng Zhique looked at him with deep eyes, full of hints.

"Only by falling in love first and then breaking up can you become an ex-boyfriend." Feng Zhique's voice was low and hoarse, and the protracted ending made people infinitely daydream.

Song Jing was speechless for a moment.

After a long time, he finally choked out a sentence, "...Is that why you want to fall in love with me?"

"think."