Acting as a substitute

Yuan Jiayi was dumbfounded.

After being dazed for a while, he put on his coat and rushed out of the office. After getting off the elevator, he hurried to the parking lot, opened the car door, got in, started the car and checked the fuel gauge.

Song Yang missed that car even more than he did, and he just had an operation and was so busy that he followed him all the way, staring at Yuan Jiayi's dashboard with glowing eyes, and walked around the car, "Tsk tsk tsk, W12 engine , the wheelbase is 3001mm, the magnesium valve cover, ah, look at the paint surface..."

Yuan Jiayi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, became more angry when he heard it, "The 12 you mentioned in 'W12' means 12 cylinders?"

"Of course." Song Yang was squatting down to feel the degree of wear of the brake pads, and when he heard Yuan Jiayi's question, he answered casually, "Old Yuan, you found a treasure, isn't your friend a girl? Bai Fumei I'm chasing you? Otherwise, how could I sell you such a good thing for twenty-five thousand?"

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Yuan Jiayi thought of Bai Fumei who was covered in glass water, still digging at the wooden grain on the steering wheel in embarrassment, but was slapped on the back of the hand by Song Yang who got in from the co-pilot, "Don't pick! The steering wheel is older than you!"

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Facing the attending physician who is so professional that he can almost be the sales director of a 4S store in his spare time, Yuan Jiayi felt confused, obediently clenched his hands into fists, and put them on his knees, quietly watching Song Yang's saliva flying all over the place. on site.

"This is a 70-year-old tree root. With your color, it should be a redwood." Song Yang's movements seemed to have copied Yuan Jiayi's every move yesterday afternoon, covering every part of Yuan Jiayi with his fingerprints evenly The place I touched, "Look at the one-button defrosting on this glass, it's so fucking luxurious."

Hearing what he said, Yuan Jiayi's sense of guilt grew stronger and stronger, and he began to feel ashamed of the price of [-] that he had offered.

He took a long breath, then raised his head and happened to see Sheng Lan wearing a hat and sunglasses mask standing at the entrance of the parking lot, looking over from a distance, and the two tall bodyguards behind him made him a small bird.

Yuan Jiayi swallowed, turned his head and said to Song Yang, "We...have surgery this afternoon, so let's go back early to confirm the patient's condition."

Song Yang was careless and didn't notice Yuan Jiayi's pale face. He took out his phone and took a picture of the dashboard as a souvenir, and replied cheerfully, "Okay, let's go."

"I haven't fully appreciated this car yet." Yuan Jiayi caressed the air conditioner in the central control with a look of admiration. "It's really a good car."

"Yes, enjoy it. I'm going back to eat first. Do you want to bring me something?"

"No, I'll be right back."

Seeing Song Yang's figure disappear at the entrance of the inpatient department, Yuan Jiayi turned off the engine and sat obediently in the car, waiting for Sheng Lan to come over.

The rammed car door was slammed shut by the bodyguard from the outside, making a dull sound.

Yuan Jiayi's fingertips became cold.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but you look good."

Sheng Lan took out a thin and thin knife from his pocket, looked sideways at Yuan Jiayi's slightly panicked pupils, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a chuckle that captured the hearts of countless girls but was extremely terrifying in Yuan Jiayi's eyes, softly but firmly Facing the wooden decoration on the co-pilot, he swiped over.

The sharp sound made by the collision of metal and solid wood made Yuan Jiayi tremble with fear, but no matter how frightened he was, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to stop Sheng Lan, "This car is not mine... Brother, don't do this."

"It's not yours? Well then... I won't touch it..." When Sheng Lan was in good health, her movements were unambiguously fast. In the blink of an eye, the knife left the red cedar and turned to Pressing on the back of Yuan Jiayi's hand resting on his knee, "How about touching this?"

Yuan Jiayi's face was ashen, and he didn't dare to move casually, "I have an operation this afternoon, and the patient waited for several days to be in line...Brother, please stop making trouble."

Wearing a mask and sunglasses seemed very uncomfortable, Sheng Lan tore off the restraints on his face irritably, staring intently at Yuan Jiayi's face that was identical to his.

Not knowing what Sheng Lan's uncertain mood could do, Yuan Jiayi could only silently wait for his next move without saying a word.

"You know, I'm tired of your face."

Yuan Jiayi raised his eyelids to look at him, with puzzlement and doubts in his eyes.

He wants money and money, and looks good, why would he come to hate the face of such an unknown person like himself?

The tip of the knife moved from Yuan Jiayi's hand to his cheek, and the cold touch made his feverish body temperature drop a lot.

"You are an illegitimate child, why can you live in the sun like me?" Sheng Lan's hand gradually tightened, and a bloodstain appeared on Yuan Jiayi's cheekbone. The wound was not deep, and the itching was greater than the pain. "Like you This kind of people should live in the dirty sewers, relying on eating garbage to survive, just like those maggots, they will never see the light of day."

Yuan Jiayi was still very stubborn in his bones. Hearing what he said, he slowly took a breath and said, "You can ask Mr. Sheng if he has ever forced my mother. If he can say no with a clear conscience, then it's fine." Me and my mom are what you're talking about."

Looking down at the muscles of Sheng Lan's wrist, he knew that he would have to use more force, and said, "You scratch me, and you are the one who suffers. My blood condition is not good. After you accept it, you will not be healthy either."

"It's against you!"

Sheng Lan threw away the knife, raised his hand and slapped Yuan Jiayi, causing him to turn his head away without saying a word.

"Believe it or not, I told you that after the operation, the first call you received was the news of Yuan Miao's death?" Sheng Lan took out the handkerchief handed over by the bodyguard from the window and wiped her hands. Sheng Lan smiled softly and harmlessly, "You You don't need to threaten me with your blood, I want to see if you can afford the bet, or I can afford it."

"I'm sorry." Yuan Jiayi wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, bowed his head and apologized.

Sheng Lan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Such a good attitude, don't you have to suffer all this?"

"Yes, sorry."

"I came today to ask how your relationship with Shen Yan is going."

He leaned against the large seat with his chest folded, and waited for Yuan Jiayi's answer.

"There is no relationship between Mr. Bo and I."

Hearing Yuan Jiayi's answer without hesitation, Sheng Lan's expression showed no joy or anger, he just slowly took out his phone from his pocket, took out a photo and placed it in front of Yuan Jiayi's eyes.

Yuan Jiayi was so scared that he subconsciously hid for a while, and when he saw the person on the screen clearly, he excitedly took Sheng Lan's phone with both hands, enlarged the picture to the largest size, and carefully looked at it inch by inch.

It was a photo of Yuan Miao in a nursing home. She was lying on a hospital bed with all kinds of tubes inserted into her body, with a painful expression and tears in her eyes.

Looking at the person in the photo, Yuan Jiayi was so distressed that he felt a sharp pain in his chest, he bit his lip so as not to groan.

He was about to take out his phone to take a photo, but Sheng Lan snatched it back.

"You didn't pay anything, and you still want a photo?"

"what do I need to do?"

Yuan Jiayi's fingers gripped the corners of the phone tightly, his slender knuckles were faintly bluish white.

"I want money." Sheng Lan raised his eyebrows jokingly facing his confused gaze, "You have to let him know that you are a person who is willing to do anything for money."

"I have already collected a lot of money from Mr. Sheng."

Although money is needed, Yuan Jiayi has not set foot on this bottom line.

"It's not a question of how much money, but let him know that you are greedy and insatiable."

"Let him not like you."

Yuan Jiayi wiped the blood off his face again, pursed his lips and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry about this matter, Mr. Bo likes you very much... how can a person like me become an obstacle between you two. "

"I will chat with Shen Yan about you from time to time. If he doesn't like you, I will save Yuan Miao's life." Satisfied with his understanding of current affairs, Sheng Lan opened the door and got out of the car, laying down Looking at him with a smile by the window, "But if he thinks well of you, then you...you don't have to see her in your life."

After finishing speaking, he smartly put on the sunglasses and mask, followed by two bodyguards, and walked away.

Watching them go all the way with dull eyes, Yuan Jiayi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he murmured to himself awkwardly: "What the hell did I do wrong?"

The lights at the door of the operating room went out.

After a long while, Song Yang stormed out of the door in a rage, turned around and pointed at the equipment nurse's nose and cursed, "You can get the towel forceps and hemostat forceps wrong, I really can't figure out what you studied in medical school! Why don't you How about putting the hammer directly on Teacher Yuan's head?"

Yuan Jiayi hadn't taken off his hat yet, and when he heard the noise, he had just washed his hands. He raised his hands in front of his chest, pushed open the heavy door with his hips, and asked with a frown, "Song Yang, are you still talking about her?"

"Mr. Yuan, I'm sorry," the little nurse bowed deeply, stood up straight and looked at Yuan Jiayi's hand with tears all over her face, "Is your hand okay? I went to check the patient's past medical history immediately. His blood is not contagious, I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan..."

"I'm fine. Be careful in the future. If you feel uncomfortable being scolded, try not to be scolded."

Yuan Jiayi glanced at the wound on his hand indifferently, raised his wrist and pressed the mask, and when he touched the wound on his face, he frowned slightly, but his voice was still kind, which made the little nurse feel even more guilty stand up.

Song Yang rolled his eyes: "Old Yuan, you can't be too polite to these newcomers, you have to..."

"Song Yang, you yourself said that he is a newcomer." Yuan Jiayi bent his elbow and rubbed Song Yang's shoulder, and smiled at the little nurse, "Ms. Song is like this. He also hopes that you will get better and better, so he is so strict. of."

The little nurse looked gratefully at Yuan Jiayi's warm, light-colored eyes behind the lenses, and burst into tears, "Thank you, Teacher Yuan, thank you, Teacher Song."

The phone vibrated twice in his pocket, Yuan Jiayi took it out and took a look, his pupils shrank.