A doctor who can't cook is not a good actor

Ouyang rubbed his brows: "It's okay, that, Han Qian, be more careful next time, be more careful. Ah! I'll go first."

Han Qian sent people into the elevator respectfully, then turned to look at Fei Nansheng.This glance made Fei Nansheng's hair stand on end, his nerves tensed immediately, and he entered a defensive combat state.

Han Qian didn't miss his change, he was angry and funny: "I can't eat you again, what's your attitude?"

Fei Nansheng: "I actually wanted to say it a long time ago, but I never had the chance."

Han Qian waved his hand indifferently: "I've already lost my face, and talking about it won't help."

He signaled Fei Nansheng to follow him: "But you have to go back and download all your plans about this." He said with regret in his tone, "Do you remember Zhao Han? He is preparing to release a new song recently, and he has a good voice." , I originally wanted you to sing a duet with him, but it doesn't seem to work now."

"I have a lot of time to spare, and I have to arrange it for you. But the most regrettable thing is not this, but that you will go to the announcement in the future. Apart from chatting games, you don't even have any talents to show. I can't let you go there. Solve the problem."

Fei Nansheng listened to him rambling for a long time, and couldn't empathize with his regret: "It's okay, I won't be here for long anyway. These are not problems for me."

Han Qian suddenly thumped in his heart, subconsciously looked at Fei Nansheng, and all the disapproving expressions on the other's face met his eyes.

It was only then that he remembered that Fei Nansheng's heart and soul had always been Wen Jiajia, not him or this circle.Han Qian always felt that people in this circle were too utilitarian, and they could even risk their face for a little fame and fortune.

However, Fei Nansheng had been immersed in this circle for almost a year, and those colorful colors didn't seem to catch his eyes at all.He is not even interested in being a spectator on things that are not related to his purpose.

Apart from Wen Jiajia, he didn't care about anything.

Han Qian, who realized this, suddenly lost his mind.He felt that the idea that Fei Nansheng might stay for him might become a luxury that could never be realized.

He dismissed Fei Nansheng absent-mindedly, sat at his desk and opened the schedule, then remained in a daze, not even noticing that Chen Feng came in to deliver materials to him.

"What are you?" Chen Feng was very fresh about Han Qian's rare absence, "Has Dr. Fei stimulated you again?"

"Dr. Fei clearly expressed to me today what I already knew, that he will leave here sooner or later." Han Qian rubbed his chin unconsciously with his fingers, "My defenseless fragile heart was hit hard, and I couldn't help it for a while. accept."

"...every time you talk in such a strange way, I feel uncomfortable all over."

"It's such a coincidence that I don't feel well either."

"..."

Chen Feng pulled the stool away and sat down: "Han Qian, I've known you for so many years, I didn't know you were crooked."

Han Qian interrupted him: "When you knew that I had some ulterior thoughts about Dr. Fei, you had already expressed this shock to me. Please say something new."

Chen Feng curled his lips: "Whether it is bent or straight is not the problem. The problem is that you can bend yourself into a mosquito coil, but you can't twist it into a twist."

Han Qian narrowed his eyes, sending out a dangerous signal. The moment Chen Feng shuddered, he leaned back on the stool as if giving up, and all the accumulated energy was shattered by this action.

"I will try my best to continue to warn myself not to be a person like Han Zaitu." But now I know that the matter of feelings is like a maggot that eats away at the bones, and the only way to get a little bit of relief is to remove the bones and bleed into rivers.

When Chen Feng heard him mentioning his father, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end those words were the same as the second half of Han Qian's sentence, they could only exist in his belly and could not come out.

Han Qian's mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up, and a WeChat notification popped up: "Are you free in two days? I want to invite you to visit Rusheng together."

It was only then that Han Qian remembered that two days later, it would be the anniversary of Wen Jiajia's death.

He thought of Wen Jiajia as a co-worker.Wen Jiajia suddenly committed suicide by jumping off a building. His mind was blank for a moment. However, Han Qian, who had experienced his father's plane crash and various subsequent blows, quickly recovered from the emptiness and began to concentrate on dealing with various funeral affairs.

Because of this, he never thought about what would happen to Wen Jiajia's death day.

"He asked me to pay homage to Ru Sheng." Han Qian took the mobile phone and sent two words quickly while talking, "Okay."

"The situation is not too bad. Thinking about his attitude towards Li Wenming, maybe I still have hope." Probably this WeChat message encouraged him, and Han Qian's tone lightened up again.

Chen Feng was noncommittal, although he didn't understand what Han Qian was looking for in Fei Nan, and he couldn't predict whether this relationship would bear fruit.However, he is very happy that Han Qian has finally stepped out of the dungeon he drew for himself.

At least the current Han Qian, who is trapped in emotions, is more like a person full of fireworks than before.

No matter what Han Qian and Chen Feng thought at the moment, neither of them expected that when Fei Nansheng sent this WeChat, he was actually outside the door.

He had already left, and he was so obsessed with whether to bring Han Qian with him that he didn't ask immediately.After going around in a circle, I finally decided to come back and ask Han Qian.

Arriving at Han Qian's falsely concealed door, before he had time to knock on the door, he heard the most crucial sentence: "When you know that I have some ulterior thoughts about Dr. Fei".

Fei Nansheng's hand that was about to knock on the door stopped. He couldn't understand for a moment what "unspoken thoughts" were. While he was thinking about it, Chen Feng's theory of how to bend solved his confusion.

The moment Fei Nansheng got through the adjustment, his feeling was probably more subtle than Han Qian's awareness of his own feelings.

He dealt with it for two days, and finally met Han Qian on the anniversary of Ru Sheng's death.

Because it was the first anniversary of Wen Jiajia's death, the company specially hosted a small commemorative meeting.After Han Qian finished attending in the morning, he met Fei Nansheng at the cemetery in the afternoon.

The two of them walked to Wen Jiajia's tomb without saying a word. There were a lot of flowers piled there. In the photo, Wen Jiajia smiled sweetly, with youthful eyes in her eyes, but her time stopped here forever.

Fei Nansheng looked at the words on the tombstone, put down the flowers in his hand, and put down a box with exquisite packaging.

"In it is her favorite lava chocolate cake. She always said she wanted to eat it, but because she was afraid of getting fat, she could only look at it." Fei Nansheng looked straight at the tombstone and whispered softly, not knowing whether he was talking to Han Qian , or talking to himself.

Han Qian stood behind Fei Nansheng, quietly watching his profile, without saying a word.

"My parents were very happy when they found out that they were pregnant with twins. They told us from childhood that the closest relationship in the world is me and Rusheng."

"I didn't expect an accident. Ru Sheng and I had to go to the orphanage."

"Mrs. Wen had a daughter who was the same age as Ru Sheng, but she passed away unexpectedly. She met Ru Sheng when she was visiting the garden with her husband. It was said that Ru Sheng looked very similar to that girl, so Mrs. Wen adopted her. "

"Mrs. Wen has been depressed since her daughter's death. She completely regards Ru Sheng as her own child. Even the pronunciation of the changed name is the same. She doesn't accept the fact that Ru Sheng is not her biological daughter. The Wen family has to stop it. Cut off my contact with Rusheng."

"I went to the United States with my adoptive father. It wasn't until Ru Sheng went to Hawaii that I saw him again unexpectedly. At that time, I really believed what my parents said, that Ru Sheng and I were the closest people in the world, so no matter what No situation can stop us. Destiny will always let us meet again."

"I didn't expect that this belief would be broken in just a few years."

"After I rushed back, I learned that Mrs. Wen's illness had relapsed. I was afraid of affecting her, so I couldn't even attend Ru Sheng's funeral. I found that I didn't know anything about the person I should be closest to except what she told me. Anything else."

"We used to think there was always time in the future, but we didn't know that time was never as much as we thought."

Han Qian inexplicably remembered the last phone call Han Zaitu made to him before his death. During the call, Han Zaitu said: "Daddy will accompany you later, okay?"

"After I came back, I tried my best to collect all the news about Rusheng. I hope to know her better. I actually have a fantasy. Maybe she will come back after I know her enough."

"I even want to keep everything she wants to keep for her. Maybe it will be useful when she comes back."

"Nansheng, Ru Sheng has already left." Han Qian heard the paranoia in Fei Nansheng's words and had to interrupt him.

"I know." Fei Nansheng looked back at him, "That night, my heart-piercing pain already explained everything."

"But I didn't have time to do anything for her before. I hope there is such a chance that I can make up for my negligence."

Fei Nan was not usually a talkative person. After Han Qian realized this, he suddenly had a subtle feeling in his heart.He looked straight at Fei Nansheng's side face, and the other party seemed to have noticed something, and said directly: "I want to stay alone with Ru Sheng for a while."

Han Qian was busy working for a long time, but he was kicked out without even catching a look.

I had no choice but to hide by the car and smoke in depression, but was chased out by the old man who guarded the garden and chased away: "It hasn't rained for half a month, what do you want to set fire to while smoking here?"

Han Qian pinched his cigarette in desperation, slipped around under the scorching sun, made a phone call, and hid in the car wisely to blow on the air conditioner.