The boss was picked up again!

"What She Yaowen and I proposed is that as long as you are in charge of the best store in his location, I agree to cooperate with him."

I have to thank you for co-authoring, right... Tang Nuo's smirk faltered, "If it wasn't for Boss She's kindness, maybe I would die in the jealousy of others."

Old Tan laughed heartily again, "He has sharp teeth." Tang Nuo didn't know what funny thing he said that made this gentleman laugh with teeth all over his face, or whether this person's joke was just a joke. Fan... "No wonder She Yaowen and Luo Chen are vying to keep you, and I also want to keep you by my side."

"Small performers don't sell their bodies, Mr. Qin respects himself." Tang Nuo laughed, what did he say just now?Luo Chen? "How do you know Luo Chen?"

"You kid is making a lot of noise. Is there anyone who doesn't know that gossip on Linyang First Street spreads very quickly?" The crutch in Old Tan's hand tapped rhythmically on the marble floor of the art gallery, "He didn't keep You, because of his inability, She Yaowen can poach you..."

——You are too ambitious.

Tang Nuo looked at the tip of his toes, and the shadow at the corner of his mouth deepened a little, "Really?" Looking up and looking at Old Tan, the young man's eyes were less flaming and more sinister, "If you give me enough money, I will I can also die for you."

'Fuck you, you don't understand anything and you still pretend to understand, this is the arrogance of seniors. Tang Nuo used his teeth to tear off the plastic strip wrapped on the cigarette pack, walked towards the off-road parked not far away with a cigarette in his mouth, turned over and got into the car, the streetlight happened to be shining on the front window of the car, and he couldn't see clearly under the reflection The person in the driver's seat only saw an open flame burst out, and then Tang Nuo put his hand on the window sill...

Qingyang Lin watched Tang Nuo pouring a cigarette into his mouth with a smile in his eyes, he took his cigarette away without caring about the dampness left at the end, swallowed it, and released thin smoke from the corner of his mouth, "What's wrong?"

"Here." He raised his chin and pointed to Mr. Tan who was not far away, "A big client, today he said that I am ambitious."

The two laughed at the same time, Qingyang Lin put out the cigarette, "Maybe there really is?"

"Thinking too much." Tang Nuo rubbed his belly, "Go back and make some food, isn't it delicious?"

The smell of smoke in the car is almost gone. When the window is closed, the car's film is very airtight. Through the black painted window, Mr. Qin can't see the people in the car clearly, but Qingyang Lin can't see the people in the car. On this man for a long time.

"Arrogance visible to the naked eye." Qingyang Lin's brows and eyes curled up, the arcs at the end of the eyes provoking like a fox, "How can you overestimate my little trash so much?"

"Why don't you just roll away and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?" He recalled the words just now.

"good."

After returning home, Qingyang Lin went into the study room, saying that he was going to have a meeting, but Tu Ke, the supervisor on the opposite side of the communication video, was disturbed by the sound of the vacuum cleaner outside the house and could only speak at the top of his voice. When he wanted to complain, his eyes Skimming the corner of the screen, he looked at the light on Qingyang Lin's face. While he was working hard to make a report... his boss was looking at his mobile phone. Tu Ke took out a Bible from his desk and held it in his arms. I took several deep breaths in my arms.

With a smile, he tried to attract the boss's attention in standard but not fluent Chinese, "Boss, are you still listening?"

"Hmm." Qingyang Lin frowned, and poked at the 99+ record in the work group.

"Is it okay to do this, please?"

"Okay." Zhang Yiren didn't know that there was a withdrawal function.

"Excuse me, boss, are you married?" Tuke wanted to cry, he had already lost the favor of the boss...

Qingyang Lin raised his eyes, this sentence successfully got his attention, he put away the phone, "Why do you ask that?"

"There is noise from sanitation outside your house." With hope rekindled in Tuke's eyes, he clasped his hands eagerly toward the video camera.

Tang Nuo, who was outside the house, glanced at the restless pot cover covered by the airflow, "Qingyanglin! Help me turn off the fire!"

Tuke was stunned, this voice...was a man?Seeing that his boss had already got up when he called his name, Tuke tried to stop the boss from closing the computer, and with a "No—" his face was crushed hard on the keyboard, and his face was crushed across the screen. A little pain.

"Old, the boss is..." Tuke held his chin, so excited that the language adjustment system failed, and looked like he had eaten melon, "O~M~G~"

The next day.

"Well, the plaster cast can be removed." Qingyang Lin stood beside the hospital bed, wearing a white coat that complemented that cold and serious face, showing an inviolable aura around him, while He Qian'an was behind the ward, his eyes filled with longing.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yiren was on the way back from the toilet again, and patted He Qian'an's shoulder with his wet hand to wipe away the water stains along the way.

He Qian'an shrugged his shoulders in fright, and dropped the folder in his hand, which attracted the attention of the patients in the ward, and naturally brought Qingyang Lin's reproachful eyes, "You scared me to death." He Qian'an Gong I'm sorry, Zhang Yiren helped him pick up the document, "Dr. Qingyang was a legend in our school before, and now I see it up close no matter how many times I feel...it's an incredible existence."

Qingyang Lin squatted down to pick up the paper sticking to the ground, handed it to He Qian'an, then went out sideways and turned into another ward.

"I advise you to go to a psychiatrist."

"why?"

"Qingyang Syndrome, it's nothing in the early stage, but the side effects are very strong in the later stage!" Zhang Yiren said with joy, "There was a small nurse who fell in love with Doctor Qingyang, but failed to catch up, and then resigned." He Qian An pointed behind Zhang Yiren, picked up the document with a bright smile, and ran away quickly.

"Qingyang Syndrome?" Qingyang Lin took out a ballpoint pen from his breast pocket, "Why haven't I heard of it, it's because I'm too young to learn."

Zhang Yiren activated all the cells in his brain, and made nonsense about something that didn't exist, "I'm talking about... yes, hydrogen-oxygen syndrome."

"Oh."

"Let me tell you, I will treat Yun Duo to dinner tonight! I will never work overtime."

"It's okay." Zhang Yiren saw Qingyang Lin smiling so brightly for the first time, and he couldn't help but be attracted. It wasn't until he whispered into his ears that it was a sign of the devil's punishment, "You all together."

The director came out of the office with the old cadre's thermos cup in his hand, carrying the scent of tea all the way, "Doctor Qingyang, the vice president is coming this afternoon, and go to a meeting with me."

"Oh."

Zhang Yiren patted his chest with lingering fear, "Director, if you don't come out, your subordinates will be bullied to death."

"Hey, you don't deserve a marriage that hasn't even started yet?"

"Yeah... Dr. Qingyang is our department's own son, I just picked him up."

"It's not impossible." The director refilled himself a cup of hot tea, "It's for the phone bill." He pinched the tea stem on the tip of his tongue and flicked it into the trash can beside him. Zhang Yiren felt that the tea stem was him, and the trash can was the destination. …When lovingly picking up the trash can, I looked at the oncoming clouds…

With slender fingers, the pen holder was turned at the fingertips, counterclockwise and clockwise... Qingyang Lin drew his chin back and swallowed his yawn, feeling a little dull pain from the stuck trachea.

Meetings are the second thing Qingyang Lin hates, second only to eating unpalatable food.

Yu Weihong, the new deputy dean, is new here, rather than saying that this position was reserved for him. He is young, at most in his early thirties, and Qingyang Lin's eyes are all on the fluorescent lamp above his head. I have no interest in this new leader at all, and I want to eat Tang Nuo's cooking when it's time to eat.

Zhang Yiren called his mother, "Oh, it's a social gathering... I can't be sure about the time." Qingyang Lin also roughly guessed what the next sentence will say...

"Okay, okay, go back before ten o'clock." Zhang Yiren glared and followed his words, and Qingyang Lin who kept the rhythm steady, the latter slowly opened his mouth to synchronize with him, "Okay, um, um, goodbye, mother .”

"It's sad..." Qingyang Lin leaned forward, sliding his finger on the touchpad, "The boss is not young."

"Doctor Qingyang, why didn't you report to your family?" Zhang Yiren blew away the misty barley water, "Even asking for leave is for that... baby, right?"

Qingyang Lin tapped his finger on his cheek twice, "Me? I don't go out to socialize, I'm too busy." Baby?It's just a wild cat, "Little baby... Chick."

When Zhang Yiren heard this, did Qingyang Lin acquiesce?

"Doctor Qingyang! A patient fell off the bed." The nurse hurried forward and called Qingyanglin away.

Turning on the computer, "It's that Mr. again..." Qingyang Lin got up and left, and ran into the new vice president at the door, "Hello." He nodded and walked sideways.

Yu Weihong nodded with a smile, turned around and entered the department, "Is that the youngest doctor in the department? Qingyang Lin?"

"Isn't it..." Young talent?It was clearly the leader of the villains, Zhang Yiren saw that the vice-principal had arrived, and wanted to pour water on him.

"No need, I'll just stop by and take a look. I've worked hard."

When the gentleman fell, it happened that He Qian'an was changing the dressing for the patient in another bed. Qingyang Lin came to help him up on the bed in time. He turned around and continued to work, but his attention stayed on Qingyang Lin's place. direction.

Qingyang Lin touched the leg of the old man who had fallen from the bed, "Although the plaster cast has been removed and you haven't acted for a long time, you still have to pay attention to the extent." Turning it around, the gentleman screamed in pain, "Fortunately, it's a sprain, if it affects Once the fracture heals, it's another expense." He tapped his ankle, which was already injured.

"I don't want to go so fast...here, my son..."

"Old Xu, your son only comes here for a few minutes every time, it's really uncomfortable."

"Isn't it..." Qingyang Lin saw the mister's wry smile.

Qingyang Lin didn't say much. It's not their doctor's job to intervene in this kind of matter, but he also knows what's going on. The old man's son works intensively on the construction site every day, and he really doesn't have much time to squeeze out.

"Doctor Qingyang." He Qian'an walked out of the ward, following Qingyang Lin, "Uh...do you want to go to the party tonight?"

"No." Received a call, "I will pick you up after get off work."

He Qianan paused in place, silently watching Qingyang Lin's back gradually drifting away, his outstretched hand hanging awkwardly in the air.

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The author has something to say:

Tang Nuo: Be the boss~ Be the boss~

Qingyang Lin: Disgusting in mouth, honest in body.

Zhang Yiren: I am allergic to oxygen, to water, to Qingyang forest, and to overtime.

Director: Let's work overtime.

Tu Ke: The one who lives with the boss is a man...it should be possible, oh oh~