A beautiful and talented medical student, with a Lolita-like appearance. She smiled sweetly and spoke in a voice very much like "Sister Zhilin," "Hello Brother Zhou, thank you for your hard work, please feel free to ask if you need anything, I am your medical nurse, my name is Xiaotian."
Zhou Qishen's face turned ashen, his glare at Gu Heping like a knife. Gu Heping, with an air of "what can you do about it?", raised his chin and said, "Go, Mr. Zhou needs to use the restroom. Help him, his hand isn't working properly."
Old Cheng cursed, "Where the hell are you going to help me? What kind of filthy nonsense are you spouting?"
This stage is really well-constructed!
A massive, thunderous "Get out!" kicked the two men out of the ward.
Chapter 41 You're a real scoundrel (2)
On the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter), the weather changed quite appropriately. Zhao Wenchun bought groceries early in the morning and returned home, having forgotten to wear gloves. His hands were so cold that he kept rubbing them. After tidying up, he called out to the bedroom, "Xiao west, it's cold today, wear your cotton-padded coat."
When Zhao Xiyin came out of the bedroom, her dark circles were so heavy they looked like those of a national treasure.
Zhao Wenchun heated up some milk for her. "Serve out the dumplings. Eating dumplings on the Winter Solstice will keep your ears from freezing in winter."
Zhao Xiyin sat there, her expression dry and lifeless. She repeated herself twice before slowly raising her head. "Huh? What?"
Zhao Wenchun sighed. This silly girl has been like this for two days.
The night before last, when Zhao Xiyin came home, he left her a small bowl of braised pork ribs. "It's a new recipe I learned from your Aunt Li. If you like it, I'll have Qishen come over for dinner tomorrow. Teacher Zhao can give him a lesson and some reminders while we're at it."
Zhao Xiyin, who had been silent all along, was suddenly triggered, and her emotions surged. "What kind of classes are we having? What kind of meals are we eating? Why are we feeding him? Can't you just not cook for him? He doesn't deserve your cooking. If you're not going to feed him, then don't feed him!"
Zhao Wenchun was terrified by his incoherent outburst.
As she spoke, her tongue became so slurred and she collapsed onto the table, sobbing uncontrollably.
Zhao Wenchun didn't ask anything, but blood is thicker than water, and he seemed to understand everything. He handed Zhao Xiyin tissues, one by one, the sounds of him blowing his nose, sobbing, and hiccuping filling the air. How heartbroken Zhao Xiyin was.
Zhao Wenchun sighed, then silently took out her phone and deleted Zhou Qishen's phone number right in front of her.
A father will always love his daughter.
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When Zhao Xiyin returned to the regiment for training, Cen Yue, a top-level intelligence officer, was so dedicated that she gathered all the important information. "Did you know? Ni Rui is gone."
Zhao Xiyin replied calmly, "Oh."
"They said the company needed a small role in another script, and the teacher recommended her. The higher-ups agreed to temporarily transfer her over there." Cen Yue's eyes were beautiful and quick-witted. "I heard a lot of people gossiping privately that Ni Rui was being kept by someone and got into trouble. Now the rumors have been dispelled, and many people envy her."
For an unknown nobody, such a small opportunity won't attract hatred, allows them to leave with a legitimate reason, maintain dignity, and quickly quell rumors.
Others were unaware of the truth, but Zhao Xiyin naturally knew.
This morning, the group issued another last-minute notice that the assessment originally scheduled for the day after tomorrow was canceled and the date would be rescheduled.
Everyone was guessing the reason. Cen Yue, like a little fox, whispered in Zhao Xiyin's ear, "I heard Zhang Yijie make a phone call. It's because the big boss is in the hospital."
Meng Weixi was covered in injuries, not too serious, but the wounds were on his face, which might cause controversy, so he closed his doors to visitors. He kept it a secret from the Meng family and recuperated alone at his estate on the outskirts of the capital, with only his secretary making two trips a day to report on important matters.
Zhang Yijie returned to Beijing from the film set in Hangzhou and went straight to him from the airport.
Terrified and furious, he exclaimed, "Is Zhou Qishen doing anything human?"
Meng Weixi's expression remained calm as he focused on reading the last page of the document before saying, "I asked him to make the first move."
Zhang Yijie almost choked to death.
I understand now. There's no other reason that could make these two gentlemen act like immature kids.
Zhang Yijie said, "I'll have Xiao Zhao come over tomorrow, even if he has to be tied up."
Meng Weixi was signing the document issuance card when his finger suddenly trembled, and the stroke of the pen broke the seal.
"Don't look for her."
Zhang Yijie: "You don't want to see her?"
"I do want to." Meng Weixi put down her pen, lowered her eyes to the paper, and said in a muffled voice, "But I don't look good right now."
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With the assessment approaching, everyone trained incredibly hard. Some trained extra at night, while others came to the training room early in the morning to practice. The undercurrents among the girls were insignificant compared to their bright future.
Ni Rui's incident was an accident, like a stone thrown into the ocean that didn't even make a splash, not even worthy of sinking to the bottom of the sea, it just drifted away with the waves.
Lin Lang has been appearing less frequently lately. She's signed a management contract and is attending various events, clearly a promising new star. As for Dai Yunxin, she hasn't contacted Zhao Xiyin since that argument.
Life goes on, every second, every 24 hours, unchanging through the ages.
But it seems that everything is changing, like fleeting clouds and the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields.
After rehearsals ended on Friday, Cen Yue took Zhao Xiyin's hand and they went out together. "Xiao west, come have hot pot with me tonight."
Zhao Xiyin said, "You're still eating? The exam is coming up soon, aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"
Cen Yue scratched the tip of her nose. "I'm not going to compete for the lead dance, and I don't really like classical dance anyway, but my dad insisted that I do it."
"I know you like pole dancing," Zhao Xiyin said. "I'll dance with you next time."
“Really!” Cen Yue’s eyes lit up immediately. “Then help me find a bar, I can dance the whole thing.”
"Are you short of money?" Zhao Xiyin glanced at her.
“I lack enthusiasm,” Cen Yue said.