Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

"I told you I won't go!"

"Keep your voice down! Are you afraid that other people won't hear you?"

As soon as the elevator door opened, Jian Anran heard a quarrel not far away.

There are obviously two voices, a man and a woman. The girl's voice is very thin and has strong penetrating power, while the boy's voice is very deep. It can even be clearly heard that he is deliberately lowering his voice.

But these two voices have one thing in common——

Very familiar.

As soon as she got off the elevator, she couldn't help looking around, and her eyes finally fell on the two tugging figures at the end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is probably a popular spot where teachers and students from the Department of Architecture whisper whispers, but based on Jian Anran’s only two eavesdropping experiences, this place is far from being as far away and inaudible as everyone imagined.

The two sides are open, and the closed corridor in the middle is like a megaphone. The whispers over there can be heard clearly from this end of the corridor.

Probably because they noticed Jian Anran on the other side of the corridor, Vice President Xiang and Xiangyi who were tugging at the other end stopped their movements immediately.

"Ahem!" After clearing his throat, the Deputy Prime Minister patted his collar deliberately.

Subconsciously looking away, Jian Anran walked straight towards the office, and the voices of their uncle and nephew chatting back and forth about "going or not" came from behind him from time to time.

where to goWhere not to go?All the way to the office, Jian Anran couldn't figure out what they were arguing about.

"I heard that Mr. Li changed his medicine for the last time in the hospital today. Let's go through it with him again today with the plan." As soon as Jian Anran opened the office door, she heard Mi Yingying talking to Song Qi about today's itinerary.

By the way, go to the hospital!Only now did she suddenly remember that she was in the hospital that day and saw Su Yiqi just coming down from Xiangyi's ward.

"Sister, can I ask you something?" Jian Anran said suddenly.

"What?" While busy with the documents in her hand, Mi Yingying didn't look back.

"Last time, I seem to have heard you say that senior sister Xiangyi is in the hospital?"

With a sound of "Shua--", when she heard that it was a topic she was interested in, Mi Yingying pushed hard and pushed her chair to Jian Anran's desk.

"That's right, what's wrong?" Mi Yingying immediately widened her eyes and raised her ears intently, "Have you heard any gossip?"

Jian Anran waved her hands again and again, "No, no, it just suddenly occurred to me that last time I heard you said that she was in the hospital, I was a little curious what happened to her."

Hearing this, Mi Yingying let out a "bad" sound, "Don't mention it, someone in the dormitory next door met Xiangyi in the hospital, and the deputy director took her there, and I heard that she stayed in the psychiatric department for three days. "

"It's probably because the plagiarism has become a big deal, and the Deputy Prime Minister is anxious to make up all kinds of excuses for her. It's an old trick." Mi Yingying shrugged.

Psychiatry?
But as far as he could see just now, the psychiatry department didn't seem to be what Xiangyi wanted to go to. It was hard for Jian Anran not to think of what she heard in the coffee shop yesterday.

"If only everyone were like you."

"That's why your vice president thinks that I led her into trouble."

And Su Yiqi's wry smile, and the vice president's bad attitude towards him all the time.

Is it still the dark age when liking the same sex will get you electrocuted?
"Anran, Anran!" Mi Yingying's voice brought her back to reality, "What are you thinking? Why are you in a daze."

"It's okay." She shook her head with a smile, and took a document from the filing cabinet. "There are too many things, and I can't find them all at once."

"Indeed," Mi Yingying nodded in agreement, "Last time I searched for a long time but couldn't find the opening report, so I have to sort it out sometime."

Not to mention the career achievements of the Deputy Prime Minister, at his age, he probably caught up with the most glorious 20 years in the construction industry, which is the wave that can enjoy the dividends of the times.

Quoting what she saw the president of a mobile phone company say on the Internet: "Standing on the wind, pigs can fly."

The threshold of the construction industry in the past was definitely not as high as it is now.

In getting along with others, Jian Anran always felt that she was a "point deduction system".

Domineering, extremely strong desire to control, and now he is still in Kongtong, just for these points alone, the Vice President is almost deducted to the point of negative points in Jian Anran's heart.

"Sister," she said suddenly, "shall we go and see Xiangyi?"

Mi Yingying was surprised, and even a little disgusted, "Why go to see her? Didn't you start to feel sympathy when you heard that she went to the hospital?"

Mi Yingying has always spoken straight.

"Besides, because of her plagiarism, all the good bids in our studio have been dumped. Up to now, we haven't even said an apology. It's great to have a vice president as an uncle." I feel uncomfortable.

The plagiarism is probably because Wen Siheng didn't spend money on public relations, and it was hung up on hot searches in the same city for several days, until he posted the task division of the project, and also released some documents along the way. After proving his innocence, public opinion It gradually eased down.

But it was obvious that the vice president had spent money on public relations, or the netizens in Luojiang City were not interested in the truth at all, and there were almost no voices condemning Xiangyi on the Internet.

There were only a few microblogs from time to time defending Wen Siheng, which were quickly clipped after they were posted.

The Internet has returned to peace, except for some advertisements posted by big Vs in the same city about the pop-up event in Luojiang shopping malls at the end of November.

"Ring, ring, ring——" the office phone rang suddenly, piled under piles of documents, and everyone couldn't even find out where the phone was for a while.

"Hello, this is Wen Siheng's studio at Luojiang University. May I ask who are you looking for?" Mi Yingying immediately picked up the receiver and said.

Jian Anran and Song Qi looked at Mi Yingying in unison, and saw that she was a little surprised when she heard the other party's voice, then she frowned, listened carefully to what the other party said, and finally hurriedly picked up a blank sheet of paper. Paper, don't know what to write on it.

"Actually, I can go too." Mi Yingying suddenly said to the other end of the phone.

Not knowing what was said there, she seemed to compromise: "That's fine."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Anran was curious: "Sister, who called just now?"

Since they joined the studio, it was the first time they heard this phone call. They thought the phone was idle.

Later, when Song Qi couldn't find the phone, he used the phone once before he knew it was working normally.

"Our teacher," Mi Yingying murmured, while picking up a pen to write on the paper, "He said, please go to the People's Hospital in the city center, the office on the 13th floor of the inpatient area. Mr. Li left a document in the hospital. , I don’t know who took it and put it there, let you go and get it back.”

"Me?" Jian Anran was a little surprised.