Disciplinary Guidelines

Ji Yao unlocked the phone screen, typed a line in the WeChat dialog box that automatically popped up, thought about it, and then deleted it.

He deletes, deletes, deletes, and finally clears the dialog box, just writes "OK" and presses send.

The person on the opposite side of the dialog box seemed to be waiting for his reply, and the status immediately jumped to "typing in progress". After two or three minutes, a file was sent.

"He is a lawyer who has been cooperating with our hospital all year round. He is a very nice person and has a good level. Don't worry. The contact information is written at the end. If you have any questions, you can also contact him."

Ji Yao stared at the new news that popped up on the screen, and felt a little bit amused—it seemed that the most Hao Yu said to him during this period was "Don't worry", which made him seem like he was scared when he was scared. Clawed child.

"Thank you, Director, there is nothing to worry about." Ji Yao thought for a while, and then added: "When will I go back to work?"

"Normal holiday sales are fine." Hao Yu replied, "Or do you want to ask for a few more days off?"

"No, I also want to go to work early." Ji Yao replied, "Thank you, Director."

"That's good." Hao Yu replied: "Go to bed early, and talk face-to-face after work if there is any situation."

Ji Yao said hello, and then sent a middle-aged and elderly rose emoji package, ending the conversation.

Hao Yu did his best for this matter, and tried his best to deal with the patient's family. Ji Yao was grateful, thinking that when the matter was over, he would have to buy two boxes of hairy crabs for Director Hao.

He exited the dialog and clicked on the file he had just received.The resume in the file is the legal consultant who has cooperated with their hospital for many years. He is a middle-aged man who looks about forty years old and looks very kind.

Ji Yao flipped through it roughly, then copied the WeChat ID from the contact information at the bottom of the file, and added new friends.

Probably because it was too late, so there was no reply from the other side.

Ji Yao casually threw the phone on the coffee table, leaned on the large booth sofa and took a sip of wine.

The sound of the bar was playing blues and rock, the colorful lights were flashing non-stop, the DJ was throwing his head on the stage, and most of the people rolled on the stage, crowding together into a pile.

Ji Yao didn't like to join in that kind of noisy excitement, and felt that the dark clouds of lawsuits were hanging over his head, so he couldn't get excited, so he planned to drink this glass of wine and go home.

When he was halfway through drinking, He Xiangyin happened to come back from the venue - he couldn't stay idle like a courtesan, the wine glass in his hand had already been changed, and he didn't know which glass it was, and he was holding two stacks of small wine glasses. note.

Ji Yao glanced at him, and said in a cool tone: "Didn't you and Aaron just reconcile? Now they are out to play crazy again, be careful that he knows that he will explode again."

He Xiangyin and his partner, Aaron, are like enemies in love. They split up and reunited more than ten times. Every time they fight, they have to throw the cup and smash the kettle. The most serious time even smashed the coffee table. What.

Is it addictive to torture each other, Ji Yao thought.

"Whatever, it's weird if we don't fight." He Xiangyin waved his hand nonchalantly, and winkingly patted one of the stacks of notes in front of Ji Yao: "Here you are, these are number 0."

"I don't want it." Ji Yao lost interest.

"This, this." He Xiangyin accurately pulled out a purple card with perfume on it from the stack of small notes, and waved it in front of Ji Yao: "The one at the bar is definitely not soft 0, I have 182 by visual inspection, You look good, and you seem to be a financial consultant—they are interested in you."

As soon as He Xiangyin finished speaking, he didn't know if it was just a coincidence that a waiter came up with a tray and put a glass of wine in front of Ji Yao.

"Mojito." The waiter said, "Please use it."

"I didn't order any wine." Ji Yao said.

"The gentleman invites you." The waiter said and moved away, motioning Ji Yao to look over the bar.

There sat a man in a casual suit with a sparkling diamond watch, raised his glass with a smile, and was obviously the "financial advisor" that He Xiangyin said.

If Ji Yao was in a good mood, he might be interested in chatting, but he just met Jiang Heng a few hours ago, and now seeing a man with this configuration gives him a headache.

Moreover, he is in a bad mood, sour, bitter and irritable, and now he is not in the mood to hunt for sex at all.

"Take it back to him." Ji Yao said, "I don't drink this type of wine."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, turned his head and glanced at the bar in embarrassment, then smiled carefully, and said, "This glass of wine has already been billed and paid for, so you don't need to pay for it."

Ji Yao frowned, his temper and patience were far less gentle and harmless than he looked on the outside, he coldly looked at the strange man across the crowd, seeing that he still didn't flinch, he stretched out his hand to grab the glass of wine , flipped his wrist, and spilled the wine on the ground.

The man's face suddenly became ugly.

He probably felt that the conditions were good, but he didn't expect Jiyao to be so shameless, he couldn't hold back his face, so he glared at him, and quickly stood up and left.

He Xiangyin clicked his tongue, leaned on the wine table and shook his head, and said, "I also want to have some fun for you to change your mood."

"All right, I've got a lawsuit on my forehead." Ji Yao said angrily, "If you're unlucky, maybe the past few years have been for nothing. I'm still thinking about looking for a new spring, and I'm enough." big."

"Hey, didn't you say that the other party's lawyer is your ex-boyfriend?" He Xiangyin hemmed and gave him a bad idea: "Why don't you sell some face and ask him to put some water for you - it's really impossible to pay some money Yes, it's better than taking responsibility."

After Ji Yao came back from the hospital, he called him without saying a word and asked him to come out for a drink. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, He Xiangyin asked him for a long time before asking about the "hidden secret".

He felt embarrassed when he recalled that when he met Jiang Heng at the bar and said Ji Yao "no way", who knew that he had already used it.

"I'm looking for him?" Ji Yao pursed his lips and sneered, "I'm the one who's least qualified to look for him."

"Hiss..." He Xiangyin took a breath with a toothache, and asked tentatively: "Don't be too pessimistic. The main thing is, when you two broke up, whose fault was it? If you reasoned, Maybe he will be reluctant to kill you once he feels guilty about you."

He Xiangyin's question pierced something like a needle, Ji Yao squeezed the wine glass tightly and did not speak.

Deceiving oneself and others, whitewashing peace - some things cannot be thought about or admitted, otherwise once a certain balance is broken, it is easy to cause uncontrollable adverse consequences.

During these years, Ji Yao deliberately did not think about Jiang Heng, nor did he think about those three years.He thought he was relieved a long time ago, but He Xiangyin just asked such a casual question, and his emotions were overwhelmed, and he instinctively wanted to ignore the topic.

Ji Yao's rationality has always told him that when they broke up, he and Jiang Heng were the same as each other, and neither of them was a human being. Sooner or later you have to get there.

But there was another answer in his subconscious that he couldn't get to the bottom of.

Ji Yao's evasive personality made him unwilling to touch this matter, but now that this problem was exposed by He Xiangyin, he could no longer simply and rudely ignore the past.

Ji Yao's knuckles holding the wine glass turned white slightly, and he drank the remaining half of the glass in one gulp without saying a word.

The iced spirits flowed down his throat all the way, after a short period of coldness, the hotness came back up, Ji Yao was so burned that he subconsciously stretched out his hand to untie his neckline.

After a while, he suddenly smiled inexplicably.

"It's me," he said.