New year greeting

"Doctor Feng, has Officer Li ever kissed you?"

Song Xinyuan pressed on Feng Deng and asked again.He knew no, but wanted to hear Feng Deng himself say the answer.

"No."

After a long time, Feng Deng finally responded to him, gave him a sympathetic look, and added in his heart that he is not as promiscuous as you.

Song Xinyuan narrowed his eyes, very happy.He jumped to the ground, squatted between Feng Deng's legs, and raised his head pretending to be mysterious: "Then I will give you a reward."

Feng Deng understood what he was going to do, and when he stretched out his hand, he grabbed his arm and said with a stern look, "Stop making trouble."

Song Xinyuan was caught by Feng Deng, and he couldn't break free no matter what. He suddenly realized that Feng Deng had deliberately indulged him just now, otherwise he would have overthrown him.

"Take it easy, you hurt me," Song Xinyuan sat on the ground, muttering in a low voice, "I'm serious, you are also my savior now, I just want to make it up to you, do you need to be so angry with me?"

Feng Deng heard his words clearly, and his expression became colder: "You usually thank me like this? Use your body to make up for it?"

Song Xinyuan was stunned, and didn't have time to delve into Feng Deng's meaning. He thought Feng Deng was humiliating himself, and said with a frivolous smile: "Yes, I'm a poor man, and I just like to make promises with my body. Is it in your way?"

Feng Deng stared at him deeply, touched his upper and lower lips, and said three words: "I'm afraid of being dirty."

"I'm afraid you'll make my eyes dirty. You look serious, and you'll get hot whenever you tease me. I don't know how many people you've dated in private." Song Xinyuan mocked, pointing at Feng Deng's ball.

Feng Deng ignored him, let go of his hand, and got up to pack the medicine box.The ambiguous atmosphere was swept away. They were all adults, but they still couldn't learn to speak well, and they started to confront each other without saying a few words.

Song Xinyuan rubbed his arms, and stood behind Feng Deng, gnashing his teeth, wishing he could jump up and fight Feng Deng, but when he saw Feng Deng's wound, he confessed again, not because he was afraid that he would not be able to beat Feng Deng, but because he was afraid that it would hurt Feng Deng .After all, his purpose of living in was to make Feng Deng fall in love with him, so how could he become more and more annoying?So tough measures cannot be taken.

Song Xinyuan rolled his eyes, patted the dust off his body, slipped into the bathroom to wash his hands, pulled off Feng Deng's towel, took a basin of warm water, and walked to the living room.Seeing his posture, Feng Deng understood what he meant, and stood there indifferently, waiting for Song Xinyuan to speak with a sullen face.

Song Xinyuan comforted himself, he didn't admit defeat, he just succumbed temporarily, coaxing Feng Deng first, and in the future he will definitely make Feng Deng pay back twice.

He gently put the water basin on the ground, raised his head and blinked his eyes, and looked at Feng Deng tenderly: "Doctor Feng, come here, I'll wipe your back for you, if you don't clean it up, you probably won't be able to sleep well."

He washed his face while washing his hands, some drops of water hung on his face, his eyes were moist, tenderness flowed when he was pretending to be good, his voice was clear and gentle, as if he had forgotten the previous hatred, and in a blink of an eye he changed from a grinning little tiger to a pure and innocent fawn.

Feng Deng is obsessed with cleanliness, and usually goes into the bathroom to take a shower when he returns home. Today is a special situation, and he planned to endure it all night. Seeing Song Xinyuan's appearance, his eyes darkened, and he sat back in his seat silently, agreeing to Song Xinyuan's proposal.

Song Xinyuan curled his lips, soaked the towel, squeezed out the water, put it on Feng Deng's back, avoided the wound, and wiped Feng Deng's body carefully.

"Where did these old scars come from?" The air was too quiet, and Song Xinyuan took the initiative to open the chatter box. After asking, he felt that this topic was stupid. Feng Deng didn't have any close relationship with him, so there was no reason to answer him.

Sure enough, Feng Deng ignored his question and asked instead, "Aren't you angry?"

Song Xinyuan thought for a while, and said in a generous tone: "I know you are not telling the truth, and I forgive you."

He moved to Feng Deng, and the towel lingered on Feng Deng's chest and abdominal muscles.

"I'll do it myself," Feng Deng held his troubled hand, paused, and said again, "You seem very angry when you ran out crying."

It turned out that Feng Deng was asking about this matter.Song Xinyuan's memories came flooding back in an instant. He ran into Yang Xiyue and Feng Deng's quarrel yesterday. After learning the truth, Feng Deng was pretending to be in love with Yang Xiyue, and even brought Yang Xiyue home to cook for Yang Xiyue.He didn't know Feng Deng's purpose, so he didn't get angry anyway, so he took care of his heart, pretended to be injured, and ran away from home after crying a lot.

He did that to see if he could impress Feng Deng. Feng Deng was deep in the city, so he might not be fooled. He only had half hope, but Feng Deng came out to find him.

Regardless of whether Feng Deng doubted him or not, at least the result was good. He thought he had a chance of winning and could be proud of his favor.

Song Xinyuan snickered twice, turned cold, threw the towel on Feng Deng, and said fiercely: "I haven't calmed down yet, you wake up tomorrow and immediately break up with Yang Xiyue, no, it's today!"

His tone was full of grievances, his eyes were wide open, and there was a blush at the corners of his eyes, as if Feng Deng didn't agree, so he cried on the spot.He acted very realistically, as if he had drunk a few tons of vinegar. He acted out the feeling of being deeply in love with Feng Deng. He was completely a jealous admirer who forgot that he had nothing to do with Feng Deng and was not qualified to meddle in Feng Deng's private affairs.

In order to create an illusion for Feng Deng, he was really hypocritical.Song Xinyuan was almost disgusted by himself, but Feng Deng smiled and nodded his chin.

Song Xinyuan was extremely shocked: Does Feng Deng actually like this artificial type?What kind of bad taste is this?In any case, this is not the best time to expose Feng Deng, he can only continue to act.

"Did you hear that? Don't hook up with other people, or I won't reconcile with you. If you want to be my friend, show your sincerity." Song Xinyuan found an excuse to meddle in other people's business, like preemptive strikes, Angrily, he left Feng Deng and ran back to the bedroom.

Feng Deng leaned on the sofa, thinking about Song Xinyuan's smart expression and awkward acting skills, he thought Song Xinyuan was very interesting. What did Song Xinyuan go through in the past few years?He thought about the time when Song Xinyuan changed his attitude, and guessed that Song Xinyuan had heard his conversation with Yang Xiyue.However, he was still confused by Song Xinyuan, and it was difficult to distinguish when Song Xinyuan was really crying and when it was fake crying.

Song Xinyuan used to always smile, how could he cry so much.

On Monday morning, Feng Deng attended the preoperative meeting as usual.Song Xinyuan took the opportunity to take a breath, hugging the old scripts and materials he had turned over, and sat in the office to take a nap. He had a dangerous and fulfilling night, and only slept for three or four hours.When he was drowsy, Song Xinyuan heard someone calling him, and opened his eyes to see that it was Yang Xiyue.

He was in a complicated mood. After knowing that Yang Xiyue liked him, and teaming up with Feng Deng to cheat him, he didn't want to face Yang Xiyue for a short time.What surprised him even more was that Yang Xiyue actually knew that he had a relationship with Feng Deng in college, and he always thought they kept it a good secret.Besides, his flamboyant behavior last night must have caught Yang Xiyue's attention.

It's too embarrassing.

He pretended not to be familiar with Yang Xiyue: "Dr. Yang, do you have anything to do with me?"

Yang Xiyue looked around and handed Song Xinyuan a can of coffee.Song Xinyuan didn't answer and looked at her coldly.She simply put the coffee on Song Xinyuan's table, and said kindly: "It's okay, I see that you haven't slept well, please drink coffee." She obviously had other things to say, considering the inappropriate location, she struggled for a while, closed her eyes mouth.

Song Xinyuan didn't intend to embarrass her, but thinking of Yang Xiyue's suffering for him recently, his tone was pointed: "I really didn't sleep well, who is to blame?"

Yang Xiyue quickly apologized: "Song Xinyuan, I'm sorry."

"I don't blame you, why are you apologizing?" Song Xinyuan sighed in his heart when he heard her apology, and reconciled with Yang Xiyue on his own, then frowned, pretending to be impatient, "I blame Doctor Feng for pestering me last night." I won't let it go, it's so annoying."

"Ah?" Yang Xiyue was dumbfounded, after recollection, her face flushed red, and she asked hesitantly, "Are you getting back together?"

Song Xinyuan smiled shyly and remained silent, successfully deepening Yang Xiyue's misunderstanding.

Yang Xiyue eased her guilt and said sincerely: "That's good, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years."

At this moment, Han Le and Shen Lingxi walked in together, and asked curiously, "Who do you wish a happy marriage for a hundred years?"

"Uh, I wish Song Xinyuan and..."

"She's helping me correct my lines." Song Xinyuan came to Yang Xiyue's rescue, and Yang Xiyue looked at him in admiration.

"Well, Song Xinyuan, Professor Feng is quite busy today, he told me to take you and Dr. Yang to the operating room for practical training." Han Le said.

So, Song Xinyuan stayed in the spare operating room all afternoon, listening to Han Le's nagging, and suffering together with Yang Xiyue.

In the evening, the two stood on the stairs looking back on their college life, and Yang Xiyue suddenly said, "After so many years, you still haven't changed much. Your weakness is that you think too much about others."

Song Xinyuan lay on the railing and asked without looking back, "Is there any? Are you praising me or hurting me?"

Yang Xiyue joked: "Really, Song Xinyuan, you don't know how good you are, Feng Deng is not good enough for you, why don't you be nice to me?"

Song Xinyuan was silent, and Yang Xiyue thought he would not return her. After a few seconds, she heard Song Xinyuan say, "For love, you either don't have it, or you want it all. Just a little is not enough."

Yang Xiyue's heart skipped a beat, and she complained nonchalantly: "I can't stand it, you're so hypocritical, like the hero in a novel, you'd better stay with Feng Deng for the rest of your life, and you two should be honest companions, don't come out to harm others."

Song Xinyuan understood that she had given up on him, so just in case, he continued to add fuel and jealousy: "Okay, as long as Feng Deng doesn't dislike me, I will stick to him for the rest of my life. I will chase him wherever he goes."

Yang Xiyue also understood Song Xinyuan's meaning, shook her head, and teased: "I can't stay in this place anymore, I can't eat dog food every day, I will leave after completing the resignation procedures, Song Xinyuan, you must give me happiness, I am yours CP fan. Don’t stop me, I can find a job anywhere with my ability, I came here to see how you are doing, since you and Feng Deng get back together, I feel relieved.”

Song Xinyuan knew it would be useless to talk too much, so he solemnly promised: "Don't worry, I will take a photo with Feng Deng every day in the future to show my affection and let you eat dog food anytime, anywhere."

"You are too vicious, scumbag!" Yang Xiyue jumped away in disgust, said goodbye to Song Xinyuan and went downstairs.

"I only love Feng Deng alone, why did I become a scumbag?"

Song Xinyuan looked at her back, walked to Feng Deng's office, and just walked out of the shadow area, he met Feng Deng's eyes.

Fuck!Song Xinyuan subconsciously covered his face.

It's over, there is a big misunderstanding now.

The author says:

Although Xiao Song is always seen through, his acting skills have been improved, thanks to Feng Deng.