Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

The phone call from the hotel actually came this morning.

The first time it was received by the assistant, the assistant didn't dare to confirm it, so he passed it on to Pei Yan.

The hotel said it found a belt in the room and asked if it was something he left behind.

Pei Yan casually said no, then thought about Zheng Lan being pinned in bed by him that day, and asked one more question: "Where did you find it?"

"In the quilt, there is a red tape, which looks a bit old." The staff replied.

Pei Yan is a high-ranking guest of their hotel, as long as he is on a business trip here, he will book a room with them, so they will check everything out.

Pei Yan really didn't have much impression of this tape, so he asked someone from the hotel to take a photo and send it over.

After reading the picture, he confirmed that it was not his own, but he felt vaguely familiar with it, so he asked the hotel to help deliver it.

He was busy with work for a few days, so he didn't think about it. He heard Zheng Lan's question today, and he leaned down to look at this white boy again.

When he asked him if he saw something like that, his eyelids trembled slightly.

Whether to say yes or no, Pei Yan suddenly became unsure.

The strap in the photo is red and old, but Pei Yan only imagined how it would be tied to Zheng Lan's wrist.

Such soft hands were always resting on his shoulders as if they were boneless. Holding a set of ropes would probably lead to redness, and then they shook gently, rubbing against the skin without a sound.

Pei Yan's gaze became straightforward, and Zheng Lan couldn't help shrinking back with such a familiar expression.

The knees were too high, and the toes grabbed the sheets and curled up. Pei Yan pressed the ankle, but suddenly lifted up.

"What are you wearing on your feet?"

He looked down and saw that it turned out to be a rose gold metal chain, so thin that he could barely feel it in his palm.

Zheng Lan blushed suddenly, patted Pei Yan's hand, sat cross-legged on the bed, and arranged her clothes indiscriminately, muttering as she walked into the dressing room: "I'm leaving..."

Pei Yan looked at his slender back, the loose clothes were put on him, the hem of the clothes swayed, sweeping on the slender calf, and then down to the ankle.

The slightly loose chain hangs down a bit, as if you can hear a small sound, like a bronze bell in a temple, showing the evil thoughts in Pei Yan's heart at the moment.

He was unaware of it.

This is what Zheng Lan owed him.

Zheng Lan kept her back straight all the time when she walked, but her steps were extraordinarily vain.

Half of it is pain, and the other half is like a glow on the back.

Finally, when the door of the locker room was closed and he was the only one in the small space, Zheng Lan finally calmed down.

With her own clothes piled up beside her, Zheng Lan took off her robe not too seriously, and put on one by one.

When he was wearing socks, he picked up his eyes and stared at the anklet distractedly.

He bought it impulsively, and put it on display in the counter, so many lights gathered on it.

There is not a single diamond on the chain, but it sparkles.

The ankle is probably Pei Yan's favorite place on Zheng Lan's body besides the tattoos.

Zheng Lan covered it with her hands, connecting the thin bones together.His palm was not as big as Pei Yan's, nor was it as hot as his. For nearly a thousand days and nights, he had already understood that Pei Yan was irreplaceable, but he still couldn't let go.

After changing clothes for a long time, when Zheng Lan left the room, there was no one in the massage room.

He packed up his things, sent Chen Jiayan a farewell message, and left alone.

After drinking, it took some time to ask for a substitute driver, and it was past midnight when Zheng Lan returned to Bai Hao's house.Bai Hao hasn't slept yet, he is sitting on the sofa in the living room with his computer in his hand, he has changed into pajamas after taking a shower, he should be waiting for him.

Seeing that the person came back, Bai Hao felt relieved and asked, "Why is it so late?"

Zheng Lan walked over and sat down beside him, leaning on the sofa so tired.

"After eating, I went for a massage."

"Tsk, it's really interesting." Bai Hao turned off the computer and put it on his lap, with his fingers resting on his chin.

"How about the crew? Those directors, actors, and the cameramen, are they interesting?"

"Want to know this?" Zheng Lan raised her eyebrows, "It might be interesting."

"What do you mean might be interesting?" Bai Hao said with a smile.

"I was the first to go, the first to leave, and I haven't seen much," Zheng Lan replied honestly, "I don't even have lines, just a five-second shot, which is enough to cause headaches."

"What's wrong? Our omnipotent Doctor Zheng, can't even make an expression?"

Zheng Lan pressed his elbow against him, "You know how to laugh at me, it's not like you don't know what I usually look like..."

"Okay." Bai Hao shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly sat up straight.He didn't finish speaking, but hesitated.

Zheng Lan was actually laughing in his heart, whether the crew was fun or not, whether he could act, could Bai Hao care about these?

Zheng Lan stood up at once, pretending to leave, and said, "I'm really tired today, go to bed early."

Before he could take a step, Bai Hao called out to him: "Hey!"

"Okay, you're the only one who knows how to handle me," Bai Hao said angrily, "Is it wrong for me to care?"

Seeing that she was about to get angry, Zheng Lan sat back and slapped Tianzao: "What do you want to ask?"

"Ask why?" Bai Hao simply stopped talking, "It's useless to ask, I don't know you yet?"

Zheng Lan hummed as a default.

"You are so strange, Zheng Lan," Bai Hao showed him incomprehensible eyes for the first time, "You are clearly unhappy, why do you torture yourself like this? You clearly know who you will meet there, why do you still go there?" Just go, anyway, it’s not the first time you went, but you’ve been back and forth so many times, why can’t I understand what you want to do?”

Zheng Lan lowered her head, put her fingers on the sofa, and pursed her mouth into a straight line.

"I'm sorry," Bai Hao patted him on the shoulder, "I believe you can think clearly, and if you think clearly, you will support you no matter what you do."

"I'm just afraid that there won't be a day..." Zheng Lan said to herself.

In Bai Hao's view, this is such a simple question.

Like it, or don't like it.

Willing to, or not willing to.

When a person hesitates about these things, doesn't it just explain his attitude?

He didn't expect that Zheng Lan didn't care about this.

He still thinks about him, can't forget, can't let go, no need to think.

But you can't touch it, you can't think about it, you can't talk about it, this is the crux.

Zheng Lan couldn't pass the hurdle in her heart.In the past two years, he didn't want to pass by, but when he met Pei Yan again, what he was thinking about was how to pass by.

How did it go?

Zheng Lan curled up while sleeping, which is a habit he has only recently developed.

The red rope was lost, and the little thing was not wrapped around her hands. It took Zheng Lan a long time to gradually adapt to falling asleep with the anklet.

He would think of Pei Yan, his temperature, his fingers, think of trembling all over, couldn't help shrinking, and put his hands on his ankles.

Then slowly get used to the new sustenance.

Going to work the next day, the director wandered into his office early in the morning.With the tea he made in his hand, he also prepared a cup for Zheng Lan.

"How was yesterday? Did it go well?" the director asked with a smile on his face.

"It's going well," Zheng Lan said, then thought again, and changed the subject, "I've been stuck there for a long time, so I'm sorry."

"It's okay," the director didn't feel anything at all, "It's normal, it's your first time, ouch, if my son is half as good as yours, I won't have to worry about it all day long at such an age."

The director's son is not a medical student, but a literature student. He was very angry when he chose his major at the beginning. All the doctors who are familiar with him know this, and it is not a secret.

Zheng Lan's comforting words hadn't come out yet, and the director had complained that he didn't finish speaking, and there were people coming from the bustling outside.

It turned out to be the little nurse who was about to get married, who came to remind them: "My wedding banquet is this weekend, remember to come to Dr. Zheng and the director."

"Of course." Zheng Lan said, he sat down and touched the cabinet on the right.

Here is the gift box for the little nurse, which he put away in the morning.

As soon as the little nurse left, the director couldn't help muttering, "Look at Xiao Zhang, how much younger than you, and the marriage is already married, why don't you even make a move? I think the female doctor before is quite nice, and she is also very nice. She is beautiful, and her education is about the same as yours, or you..."

Zheng Lan smiled, got up and pushed the director out, "Director, I'm going to work soon..."

"All right, all right," the director murmured, "You young people have big ideas."

Unfortunately, the housewarming banquet that Wan Han mentioned happened to be on that day.

Hearing that Zheng Lan's voice was stuck on the other end of the phone, Wan Han felt bad and asked, "Are you busy that day?"

"Well, I asked you to help me choose a gift before. That little girl got married that day, so I have to go."

Wan Han was also quite helpless, so he could only smile and said: "It seems that the calculation is more accurate, that day is an auspicious day."

Zheng Lan thought about it again, and really didn't want Wan Han to feel regretful, and said, "The wedding banquet should only be eaten at noon, and I'll come back at night, is that okay?"

"Really? That's fine too," Wan Han pondered a little more carefully, "You must have a wedding drink, right? Then call me when you're done there, and I'll send someone to pick you up."

"Okay." Zheng Lan responded.

Wan Han didn't hang up the phone yet, Zheng Lan wanted to laugh instead.

Ever since he and Pei Yan broke up, friends around him mentioned that he always looked like this in front of him.

"Do you want to say anything else?" Zheng Lan asked proactively.

"We also invited Pei Yan. It was Xiang Congyang's idea. You know we knew each other because of..." Wan Han became more and more embarrassed as he said, "Then forget it, and I won't count if Xiang Congyang said it. You don't like..."

He is the guest, so why is he still embarrassing the host?

Zheng Lan didn't even say no, and couldn't laugh or cry, "We just broke up, not enmity."

Besides, he is too selfish to be discovered by others...

"I just hope you don't embarrass yourself when you're here." Wan Han said.

"It's okay, there is no difficulty."

On the day of the wedding banquet, Zheng Lan and several colleagues arrived very early.

The hotel was very lively, and the guests wore more gorgeous clothes than usual and shuttled between the lawns.

When she entered the door, she had already seen the bride, and Zheng Lan took out the gift she had chosen, along with a red envelope.

This little nurse has been cooperating with him in his work, thanks to her all these years.

The little nurse was very pleasantly surprised, unexpectedly, Zheng Lan even chose a gift for her.

She opened it face to face, and there were two bracelets in a box, couple models, so beautiful.

"Thank you, Dr. Zheng..." The bride was so moved that she was about to cry, Zheng Lan quickly stopped her.

"You have to be happy today, and I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Speaking of which, this was the first time in Zheng Lan's life to watch a wedding ceremony. The process was similar to what he remembered, but the atmosphere at the scene was beyond his imagination.

From the moment the father handed over his daughter's hand to the man's, the little nurse began to cry.

She is usually quite strong, but she has never been weak even when she was made things difficult by patients or scolded by doctors. Now she is wearing a beautiful gauze dress and looks very beautiful, but she shed tears all over her face.

On the other hand, his father probably never shed tears in public in his life.

At the beginning of the luncheon, the bride changed into convenient clothes and toasted with the groom at the table. Zheng Lan had a drink, sat down, and was poured down by colleagues at the table, and the meal was completely dark.

After the end, Zheng Lan went to say hello to the little nurse alone before leaving the hotel. When the cold wind blew, he regained consciousness.

Just as he was about to call Wan Han, he answered one first, without paying attention to the number, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Where? I'll pick you up."

Zheng Lan's heart tightened, as if time traveled back to that campus at this moment.

"say."

Pei Yan bit two words lightly.

"I'm at the door of the hotel, Welch."

After Zheng Lan finished speaking, Pei Yan hung up the phone.

He was waiting for people in a trance, and he was not sober at first, but now he found it even more unbelievable.

Wan Han's new home is far away, is Pei Yan still willing to drive a car to pick him up?

Another gust of cold wind blew by, he shrank back into the hotel, sat down on the sofa, but kept looking out of the window.

He is not familiar with Pei Yan's car, not to mention that he has a lot of cars, and they are always different.

Zheng Lan's body gradually sank on the soft sofa, and the temperature rose slowly after drinking, burning to the brain.

A colleague also came out after lunch, and asked him what he was doing with a smile, and Zheng Lan said he was waiting for someone.

The voice and smile are as warm as a spring breeze, making people have to wonder who this person is waiting for.

Dr. Zheng didn't hear that there was a partner either?

The colleague was about to pester and ask, when a car suddenly stopped outside the hotel.

There is nothing unusual about parking on the main road at the entrance, but what is unusual is that a group of staff rushed up to meet it, as if the person sitting inside was not a guest, but a leader who came down to check.

I still want to discuss this person's background with Zheng Lan, but when my colleague turns around, where is he?

Looking again, Zheng Lan also ran out, the staff around the car made way for him, Zheng Lan opened the co-pilot's door and jumped in.

The car stopped for a while in public before driving away.

Why stop?

Zheng Lan jumped up and stared at Pei Yan with his seat belt fastened.

He drank wine, which smelled all over him, his face was flushed, but his eyes were as big as chestnuts, shining brightly, but they were not about to cry.

Most people are unconscious.

Pei Yan asked him what he was going to do, but he was drunk and didn't answer, thinking it was a dream, so he did what he wanted to do.He reached over and grabbed Pei Yan's hand, squeezed his five fingers into his, pulled it up, and looked carefully under the sunlight.

Pei Yan knew that he was drunk, and his palms were red and hot. The two of them seemed to be lying on the bed instead of being in the car. They were tender afterwards, and Zheng Lan also loved such possession.

But one is drunk, and the other is taking advantage of drunkenness.Pei Yan looked down at the handshake of the two, and really wanted to wake Zheng Lan up no matter what today, and asked him if you still think about me, and said that we should do it but not break up, and would you like to tell me why.

Soon Zheng Lan's fingers loosened. Pei Yan looked up at him and saw that he was falling asleep on the seat with his head tilted.

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Thank you everyone for your Mid-Autumn Festival blessings, I have received them all, you are really my big babies

感谢在2021-09-2011:09:24~2021-09-2021:26:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Mist Seven;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!