Flash marriage does not end well

The hospital was quiet in the afternoon. Han Dong came back from the bathroom, half took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes while walking, and pushed open the door of the ward smoothly. The next second, he was shocked by the subtle picture in front of him. land.

The two people inside heard the sound of the door opening, looked at it together, and moved a little further away by coincidence, which made Han Dong feel an inexplicable sense of being caught. He couldn't help scratching his head, hesitating not to go in.

It was Wen Zhihan's cell phone that suddenly rang that broke the slightly stagnant atmosphere. He looked down, then raised his head and said, "I have something to do, I'll go out first."

After Wen Zhihan left, Han Dong flew towards Lin Qian like a bird released from its cage, and raised his hand to lift his collar, but Lin Qian dodged nimbly.

"What are you doing? You're rude."

Lin Qian avoided him, grabbed his collar tightly, and inspired the DNA-engraved instinct to protect the nape of his neck.

"Don't bully me, I can't smell your ao's pheromone." Han Dong raised his finger, his expression alert and serious, "Did you just have a heat?"

Lin Qian's shoulders slumped a little helplessly, and he rolled his eyes forcefully: "If you keep talking nonsense, your fingers will stick out for you."

"Don't blame me, the picture and atmosphere just opened the door, I have little experience, I have only seen movies on small websites."

Lin Qian held back and didn't continue to scold him, and moved her sharp chin sideways: "Then I will give you some insight."

Han Dong's gaze was drawn to the painting leaning against the wall.

The package was only opened one mouthful, but the photo frame and the looming bright paint under it could still be clearly seen. A few seconds later, Han Dong looked back with some doubts.

"What's this?"

"The works of Mr. Han that Wen Zhihan bought at the auction the day before yesterday, this amount." Lin Qian casually stretched out five fingers, paused, and said in an unclear tone, "He gave it to me."

"???"

Han Dong was so shocked, he lowered his head and looked at his fingers, a simple desire to seek a job welled up in his heart, "Is the number you mentioned the one I thought?"

"should be."

Han Dong on this side was immersed in the shock of money, while Lin Qian pulled his eyelids and sat down on the stool beside him, leaning his head on the back of the chair with little strength, and let out a long breath.

"What's the matter? Are you unhappy that he gave you this?"

"No." Lin Qian bared him and shook his head, "I woke up too early this morning, I'm sleepy, sit down and rest for a while."

Seeing his listless appearance, Han Dong consciously stopped talking to him, rolled up his sleeves and started to deal with the aftermath.

After he cleaned up all the garbage, he realized that Lin Qian had been staring at Teacher Han's painting intently, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, Lin Qian called him to stop and brought up the problem that had just been revealed.

"Han Dong, I'm not unhappy that he gave me this." He took a breath, obviously frustrated, "It's just that I can't help thinking, if only I bought this painting myself."

Han Dong opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer Lin Qian's words.

The price of that painting is an astronomical figure that even gesticulating with fingers feels exaggerated. He is just an ordinary person, and he has accepted the fact that he is just an ordinary person early on. He has a decent and stable job and lives an ordinary and peaceful life. The plan for the past two years is to hope that the blind date will be successful.

In the longer term, the only thing left is to imagine that when Wen Yang wins the Fields Medal or other awards one day, he will mention to everyone that he is his first teacher.

But he seems to be able to understand Lin Qian's pain, and understand his anger at his own incompetence. After all, he was once a person who was unenviable in the eyes of others, like a distant star.

"Before today, I didn't have the confidence to pick up a paintbrush again." Lin Qian rubbed her face vigorously a few times, the corners of her mouth under her palms suddenly turned up, and she smiled shyly, "Tell me, did Wen Zhihan do it on purpose. "

"Lin Qian."

Han Dong called him subconsciously. Lin Qian in this state is not common, or not common in recent years. He wanted to say to him, "If you are tired, go to sleep for a while", but when the words came to his lips, it still became The thinnest but most wanted to say two words.

"come on."

Lin Qian stretched out her hand and made a neat "ok" gesture to him, her expression seemed to be normal, she stood up after sitting for a few seconds, and said she was going to the bathroom.

Han Dong nodded.

Lin Qianneng made sure that his back looked normal when he walked out the door, but in fact, as soon as the door of the ward was closed, he rushed to the bathroom.

After talking about the auction to the end, he naturally thought of what happened later. Wen Zhihan's last words were constantly recurring in his ears accompanied by the sound of splashing water.

He said it was hard work.

Even Lin Qian himself, today's attention is all on Wen Yang. Wen Yang is the protagonist, with cakes, gifts, and blessings. He defaults to stand as the well-wisher and guardian.It seemed that since Wen Yang was born, he could no longer see himself.

But Wen Zhihan could see it.

Lin Qian turned off the faucet at once, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair and face were covered with water, and even her eyelashes were wet in clusters.

When the tears fell suddenly, he quickly turned on the faucet again, scooped up the water in the palm of his hand, poured it on his face as if he didn't want money, and the hot skin around his eyes felt much more comfortable when touched by the cold water.

He could hear footsteps getting closer behind him.

At that time, Wen Zhihan put down the mobile phone that had just finished making a work call, saw Lin Qian's slightly trembling shoulders from behind, stretched out his hand neatly, pulled out a piece of paper from the plastic box nailed to the wall, and handed it over. .

It took Lin Qian a while to look up, seeing the hands with slender knuckles in front of him, he couldn't help smiling.

"No one wipes tears with paper towels." That's what he said, but he still took it seriously, "Can you use a softer paper towel next time?"

"You still have a wrong direction—" Wen Zhihan moved closer, brushing away his drenched hair, and continued to speak slowly, "The toilet paper or soft tissue is not the point, the point is, next time you can I can't make you cry less."

Lin Qian smiled helplessly with red eyes, not bothering to argue with him anymore.

Five or six minutes passed, people gradually came outside the door, Wen Zhihan saw that Lin Qian was almost adjusted before turning around.

"Let's go back together."

All the procedures for leaving the hospital before four o'clock were completed. Han Dong looked at a large pile of gift boxes and scratched his head. They were both Lego and paintings. They were not small in size, so they couldn't be loaded into the car at once. He took the initiative to say that he could help send it back and save trouble.

They staggered the evening rush hour, and the two-hour journey back did not encounter traffic jams. When they arrived downstairs at Lin Qian's house, the sky had just darkened and the temperature had dropped.

Lin Qian led Wen Yang to take him home first, and then went downstairs to move the things back with Han Dong, but when she went down, she found that Wen Zhihan had called someone in advance, so they didn't have to do it by themselves.

Han Dong sighed with him a little "the happiness of the rich" and then said he went back first when he saw that there was nothing to do. The person moving the things was watched by Special Assistant Qin. Wen Zhihan.

He was leaning against the car and talking on the phone, with one leg slightly bent, moving his lips from time to time, with a lazy posture.It was dusk, and his silhouette was outlined in a beautiful shape against the backlight, like a model on the inside page of a pictorial.

Lin Qian stood where he was, without taking a step forward.

He felt that such a distance was good at this time.

After a while, special assistant Qin walked over with his mobile phone in hand, and spoke to Wen Zhihan in a asking tone.

There was no one around and it was very quiet. Lin Qian heard Assistant Qin asking Wen Zhihan if he wanted to wait for Song Lin to go on a business trip with him tomorrow.

"Mr. Song waited for a day, and just came to ask me again."

Wen Zhihan frowned slightly, and Song Lin repeated it several times, sticking too tightly, but I heard that Xu Mohai is a difficult master, and going together can really save a lot of trouble.

After thinking about it for a while, he agreed, and asked Special Assistant Qin to bring two more secretaries.

Assistant Qin was a little surprised: "Mr. Wen, you didn't need to bring so many people with you on business trips before?"

"It's not going to work this time." Wen Zhihan paused, "Song Lin is an omega, it's inconvenient to go with me, so bring a few more people to avoid suspicion."

After he finished speaking, he realized that Lin Qian behind Qin Tezhu had a fluttering expression, and he didn't know what he was looking at.He thought about it, and walked over slowly.

"The things are almost moved, you can go up early later, it will be windy at night."

Lin Qian nodded, "Then you should pay attention to safety when you go back."

"Ah."

Wen Zhihan looked at Lin Qian's face, and wanted to say something to him, so he raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose.

"In addition, the Chinese New Year is less than two weeks away. Most of the companies that recruit you now have serious problems. You should pay attention to it yourself, or I will ask Assistant Qin to find some referrals for you in a few years."

Lin Qian was not in the mood, and only said "Oh" every few seconds, "Okay."

By this time, everything that should be said seems to have been said, and there is no excuse for staying.

Assistant Qin was already waiting by the car.

Wen Zhihan turned around, but he couldn't help but turn his head back after taking half a step.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, if I send you a WeChat message, will you ignore me?"

It took Lin Qian a long time to react, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm not that stingy."