Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

Shenzhen People's Hospital, five o'clock in the afternoon.

Accompanied by the slightly tired sighs of the two women, the door of the locker room was pushed open heavily: "This match is too long, I took two rests in the middle, and my body hurts like I just finished a marathon. I don't know how Director Wen got down...Huh? Director Wen?"

The nurse's uniform on the speaking woman was still stained with a drop or two of blood. It was obvious that she had just come out of the operating room: "Why did you leave work so early today?"

"Yes, Director Wen, it's rare to see you so active. Do you have a date today?"

The two women were startled when they came in, and then quickly joked with the young man who was grooming himself in front of the mirror.

Although Wen Ran is the deputy director of the neurosurgery department, she has no airs. The whole hospital knows her soft-tempered and easy-going manner, coupled with her young age and good looks, not to mention the fact that there are too many monks and few meat in the department. Looking at the whole hospital, yes There are not a few girls and young women who have ideas for him.

The man's face in the mirror is clear and gentle, with thin-rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose. There seems to be a smile in his brown eyes when he doesn't speak, and his unique and elegant voice is even more comfortable when he speaks: "There is something at home. , I asked Director Song to transfer the class for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

At the end, I added a sentence: "I've worked hard for you today, I will discuss with Director Zhang and give you two days off."

Director Song and Director Zhang he was talking about were the other two directors in the department. They were both about to retire, had few surgeries, and mostly took care of the department's miscellaneous affairs.

The two women were quite flattered when they heard the words: "No need, Director Wen has worked so hard."

Wen Ran smiled without further words, turned around with the scarf in her hand, said goodbye to the two of them politely, and then opened the door to leave.

The others walked away for a while, one of the younger nurses was still looking at the door, and the other joked when he saw it: "It's almost done, the director of human information is not young, so he should have a home, don't look at him. Smiling, he feels that he has a chance, and it's normal for you to not understand, he is not someone we can imagine."

The little girl was a little reconciled: "I see Director Wen is very friendly, not as airy as you said."

Another correction: "He doesn't have airs, but he treats everyone the same. Don't be too affectionate." Speaking of this, she suddenly glanced at the door vigilantly, making sure that there was no one to continue: "That's because you just Come on, I just want to say something, there were little girls who showed courteousness in front of Director Wen before, they were more courageous than you, but they were transferred away within two days? No exception!"

The little girl was a little surprised when she heard this: "Sister Hong, you mean..."

The woman called Hongjie made a silent gesture in time, leaned closer and whispered: "In the first half of the year, there was an international seminar in our institute. I saw with my own eyes that Director Wen and the dean got off in the same car, and the dean drove it. The car door... don't talk nonsense about this..."

The gossip between the two women in the locker room, of course, Wen Ran, the person involved, didn't know about it. If he took a step back, even if he heard it, he wouldn't care too much.Because they are telling the truth, there is no need to refute rumors.

When I got home, it was less than six o'clock.After taking a shower, it was time for dinner. Wen Ran opened the refrigerator habitually, only to realize that there had been no fire in the house for a long time when she saw the empty snow.

He can cook, but he always lives casually when he is alone, and he doesn't have much contact with those who can eat with him, and he doesn't care much over time.

He ordered takeout, and the TV was always on the same channel when it was turned on.Wen Ran doesn't particularly like to watch programs, maybe he used to watch sports documentaries, but now he has no desire to tune in.

It's all background sound anyway, and it doesn't matter what's being said inside.

The decoration in the house is modern, and the overall tone is gray and dark.Now at the end of December, the sky is already dark early, and only the wall lamps along the wall are turned on in the room, which makes Wen Ran seem to be hiding in the inextricable darkness.

He held the coffee but didn't drink it, staring at the constantly flashing screen without moving, with no expression of joy or anger.

The glasses were taken off the moment he entered the door. It stands to reason that the tenderness in his eyes should be more conspicuous because of this, but in fact there is no emotion in his eyes at this time. If there is any emotion, there is only a dead silence.

It wasn't until the doorbell rang suddenly that Wen Ran seemed to come back to his senses.The moment he got up, the corners of his mouth had returned to his usual smile.

"Mr. Wen? Your takeaway."

"It's me, thank you."

Then there was a slam of the door.In fact, the sound was not ear-piercing, because the room was too spacious.

He washed his hands after eating only two pieces of pizza. He has always had a bad appetite at night.When he returned to the sofa, he happened to catch a glimpse of the mobile phone on the table. He went to unlock it, but found that it was just a news feed.

It cannot be said that it has nothing to do with him, after all, the protagonist of the news is also an acquaintance——

"Global Quantitative Finance Summit ended grandly, and the representative of Wenshi Holdings delivered a closing speech".

The newsfeeds are all out, and I think the summit is coming to an end by this time.Wen Ran didn't go in to check the details, but clicked on the address book for a while, found a number and dialed it.

beep - beep -

According to past experience, 90.00% of this call is not answered.

After the sixth ring, Wen Ran didn't intend to wait any longer, but before he could cut it off, a low-pitched male voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker: "Hello?"

It was connected!

Wen Ran couldn't help being a little nervous: "Hello...Hello?"

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a long time: "Wen Ran?"

Hearing the uncertainty in the other party's voice, Wen Ran smiled wryly: "Brother, it's me."

He always knew that Wen Sheng was very busy, so busy that he would not see him twice for a year, but he didn't know that he would be so busy that he didn't even save his phone number.

Wen Ran suddenly didn't know how to speak, he felt a little embarrassed, opened his mouth and was about to find an excuse to hang up, but unexpectedly heard the man on the opposite side say something in English to others, followed by some noisy voices next to his ears will gradually disappear.

"At the reception just now, there were many people and it was quite noisy, but now it's quiet." Unexpectedly, Wen Sheng would explain, this is something that has never happened before: "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Yes." Wen Ran swallowed before recovering her voice: "Tomorrow is Niannian's 22nd birthday, and they called me yesterday to ask me to go back today. I want to ask... are you free to come back tomorrow?"

Nian Nian is the step-sister of the two of them. When she came to Wen's house, she was young. Wen Liming liked her for being soft and cute. Even her two sons had to be put behind her.This time when Tong Nian came back from studying abroad, it coincided with her birthday, and Wen Liming made extra arrangements, as if he wanted everyone to know that he had a precious daughter in his family.

Wen Ran definitely wants to go back, whether it is requested by others or his own wishes.But hearing the sound, he wasn't sure.Because at home, no one can influence the decision to hear the sound.

It's just that if he can come back, this birthday party will be more gimmick, and... every year will be happier.

Not as nervous as Wen Ran, Wen Sheng felt relaxed: "I just finished a few projects, it's good to come back and rest, how about you?"

"Me?" Wen Ran was a little surprised: "I got off work and just came back."

Wen Sheng seemed to chuckle: "I was asking when you plan to leave? I remember you can drive, right?"

"Yes, of course." He couldn't figure out what Hearing meant, as usual.

"I've had a drink, I'll come to you later, and we'll go back together."

"Oh, good." Although he really wanted to ask his assistant if he couldn't drive, the secret joy in Wen Ran's heart made him swallow the words.

So the two met for the first time and went home together.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ran stood there holding the phone for a long time, as if he still couldn't believe it, he flipped through the call records: "It's actually true..."

At the top of the call log at this time, there is a name that rarely appears - Wensheng.Wen Ran stared at it for a while, and changed it to "Brother" by accident.

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There are a lot of surprises in this story, so it’s still too late to quit!