ABO Plum Green

In fact, the top mixed circle people are not all beautiful, but they are mainly superior in their ability to build scenes.

There is also a special understanding of what to control and what not to control.

Respond enthusiastically when remembered, and remain silent when forgotten.

Generally, the second generation of young rich who rely on monthly living expenses may enjoy this feeling of being fully accepted, but after playing for a long time, the old dude may feel a little sincere over time.

Qu Shi'an couldn't say for sure about this kind of thing, so he just had to look at it with seven or eight points.

Song Yuyang fell in love with another one after the year, and he was still in college.

To be honest, the charm between the eyebrows and eyes is a bit like when he was young, but it is not so cold, it looks softer and easier to talk to.

Brightness and arrogance are always linked together, even flattery is flattery together.

In fact, Qu Shi'an still felt a little familiar looking at this kid. He must have talked with Kong Wanyu's brother for a long time, but Song Yuyang and them were not in the same circle, so they had never met.

He thought about it, but still didn't say anything, Song Yuyang never cared much about other people's gossip, he only thought about how happy he was, anyway, just play if you want, his interest can't last long.

The Song family's relationship is chaotic, and there are many children.

How come the Kong family didn't have an infatuated species?

Everyone is just playing coffee.

It's just that he's taken a fancy to one after another.

Let’s just go up to the top, anyway, you have to find out by yourself to get excited about pouring cold water.

As soon as he played the last Kong Jie and played the rest, losing face must be the first thing to do next.

.........

Song Yuyang was relatively free after the new year, and he originally wanted to show his presence in front of Qu Shi'an more, but he didn't expect that the tax bureau would have to check the quarterly accounts.

Needless to say, he also knows that it is not easy to find a large number, and there are trivial mistakes everywhere, so it will be difficult to handle the matter.

Although Qu Shi'an stayed with his company most of the time, the actual business focus was still in Qu's, and he was only in charge of administration here, and at most it was to check when he made big decisions.

I really don't know much about the company's accounts.

Song Yuyang was very busy all of a sudden.

In fact, he is not too young, but it is the first time he realizes that he is actually doing things pretty badly. He is full of lust and lust, and he has never lacked anything. Things are not used to it.

Cold knowledge, the tax bureau generally does not stare at the accounts of small companies, but likes to stare at large companies. Sending money is useless. Now sending money is at most a faster process, and will not help wipe their buttocks and cheat. account.

This time he encountered it suddenly, and felt embarrassed, as if he would be sent to the financial court by the special police tomorrow, and every nonsense he said would be notarized in court.

If you want to check your mobile phone, you have to add a social death.

Qu Shi'an happened to be away on the day of the accident, so when he relayed the story over the phone, he seemed obsessed, and said that he was still trying to learn how to deal with these things, so he couldn't always bother him.

Qu Shi'an didn't say anything, but ordered two generals for him, telling him not to put the cart before the horse during this period of time, maybe he was set up by outsiders, and the company has to do a good job of self-examination.

The most important thing is, it's better to hit one hit, otherwise Cha Duo will be serious and startle the snake, and the snake will run as fucking fast.

He knew very well in his heart that it was impossible for Song Yuyang to know how to deal with this kind of thing, but it was his subordinates who did the work, and they had to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable subordinates.

Just let him play, anyway, in all fairness, Song Yuyang is a small broken company, and the employees are not very sticky and irreplaceable.

Most of them just looked at Qu's face, or listened to Qu Shi'an's orders, or really depended on Song Yuyang's ability, not talking about doing things, just drinking and socializing, and they all went in vertically and came out horizontally.

In less than three months, the company will have to lie down with him in the morgue.

..........

The climate in Shanghai is actually quite uncomfortable. When it’s cold, it’s not the kind of cold that the north wind blows, but the kind of dampness that seeps into the bones.

It rains as soon as the seasons change, the rain in spring is continuous, the rain in summer is hot and annoying, the rain in autumn is splashing, and the rain in winter makes people reluctant to go out.

It was rare that the rain in spring was heavy, so Qu Shi'an moved the flowers to the yard, and went out to feed the cats and dogs while holding an umbrella.

A kitten that he had fed for a long time was sheltering from the rain under the eaves. When he saw him coming, he ran out and led him to the eaves.

Qu Shi'an laughed dumbfounded, but still followed.

The three-flowered cat, which was a little muddy and rainy, carefully shook the water off its body.

For a moment he wanted to take it home.

He already has a cat and a dog, but he is afraid that he will not be able to take care of them.

After a daze, he still took out the small dried fish and cat food that he had packed in separate boxes, and squatted in front of the cat to watch it happily eat and drink.

After eating a lot, it started to lick its fur. Qu Shi'an looked like a cat, but was actually just in a daze.

Think about something very complicated.

In fact, he himself didn't quite understand why he didn't want to take care of Song Yuyang this time. He didn't want to interfere so much in his private life and public affairs.

Sanhuamao saw his hand to clean up the lid of the box pause in the air for a while, and then took the initiative to put its head under his hand and rub it.

Suddenly touching a piece of fluff with moisture, Qu Shi'an's thoughts suddenly went back.

He found that Mao Mao was licking his paws in front of him and looking at him.

Assistant Qu, who was pleased, immediately put the cat food left in the rice bowl in the usual place, and carried the cat home.

Just don't think about it so much.

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Every two weeks, Qu Shi'an will have a major re-examination. There are many chronic diseases, and there are not many other investigations. Those diseases that have been taken for many years are irreversible anyway, and can only maintain stability.

This time after the Spring Festival, I went to get new medicines. The heart was checked at Dongfang Hospital, the liver was checked at Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and the orthopedics department was in Ruijin.

Nothing else.

It was the doctor I used to see in the Chinese Medicine Hospital who retired.

The new doctor said that many of his physical performances were the same as those of the elderly, and he didn't know what diagnostic method was used. Anyway, he suggested that he go to the mental hospital opposite.

It's also very easy to handle.

As long as you have been to a mental hospital, it is not like a first-time visit. You can wait in line for more than ten days, and you can go directly to a follow-up visit.But I don't know what's going on recently. There is no such specialized doctor, so I have to queue up with new patients.

Did it come out, or did the day pass........ It doesn't seem to be an eternal question.

None of them are optimal solutions.

After taking the medicine and lying on the sofa, Qu Shi'an seemed to be about to fall asleep, but in fact he didn't, so he felt heavy and drowsy.

I felt the pain layer by layer in my head.

Speaking of which, Kong Jie was his cousin.

The junior high school he attended had the title of aviation academy.

The military training at school was really grueling.

At that time, my health was fine, but I was very scared and didn't want to be with so many people.

One night, it was very uncomfortable. After all, they had never slept in the 8-person room, and they didn't sleep at night in the second period, they were all gossiping and so on.

I can't remember all the names, and it's all based on appearance descriptions and gossips. This is the first time Qu Shi'an has seen such a big scene.

It is also the reason of chronic diseases and I feel uncomfortable. It is a coincidence that I did not bring a medicine.

I had no choice but to borrow the teacher's mobile phone to call the parents and ask if they could deliver some medicine.

What was even more sad than the military training, which was comparable to survival in the wilderness, was that his father didn't answer the phone, and his mother hung up the phone directly.

The teacher knew a little bit about the Qu family, so he would cosplay mushrooms in the corner with an indescribable expression on his face.

Later, Qu Shi'an was really uncomfortable, so he called Kong Jie.

How old is Kong Jie? He is probably in college. He has had a lot of fun since he was a child.

But he quickly left the loud background music, and then said that he would pick up Qu Shi'an and go home.

Kong Wanyu was very attached to him when she was a child, and she later went to learn oil painting, which is similar in nature to learning to play, both of which are pure art majors.

She gives people a very subtle feeling sometimes. If I have to say it, it feels like half of her body is about to be buried in the ground.

Kong Wanyu seldom painted people she knew in real life, and most of what remained were collectibles.

At a charity gala, Qu Shi'an asked her what it was like to paint.

She said that after finishing a painting, she always asked herself, "How much would others rate this painting? How much would I rate the person in this person's painting?"

Painting is a constant self-torture.

But the time to paint an oil painting is often stretched by the strokes.

In the end, she looked at Qu Shi'an and said softly, "My hobbies and hobbies have never been able to withstand torture. So it's best to keep it as it is."

The answer didn't have much to do with the question, but he could understand what she was talking about.

He didn't have the sense of melancholy and desolation in his literary works. Instead, he felt that the days passed quickly, as if it didn't take long. He just passed through many, many days quietly, adding up to ten or twenty years.

He used to think that the feeling of being betrayed in the end was pure disappointment, until a certain final exam in high school was about to be handed in without writing the finale.

Good guy, the auxiliary line of that question is directly the spider web on the scroll.

But he suddenly figured it out.

That feeling is the fear of being abandoned by something you deeply believe in.

Deep fear, facing a very mocking smile.