I can copy the three thousand avenues

Zhuang Xiubai is tall and thin, with fair complexion, warm facial features, and a strong bookish air all over his body. He is the kind of man who makes people feel comfortable at a glance.

When Zhou Qiao, who was joking with Wen Lan, saw him walking into the ward, his face immediately dropped.

Out of politeness, Wen Lan took the initiative to call "Doctor Zhuang" as a greeting.

Zhuang Xiu nodded towards Wen Lan with a smile on her lips, then her eyes fell on Zhou Qiao, "You didn't answer my call, so I had to chase Wen Lan to the ward."

"Who told you I was here?" Zhou Qiao's voice had no warmth.

"Of course it's Uncle Zhou." Zhuang Xiubai then remembered that he was still holding two bouquets of flowers, and first placed a bouquet of lilies on Wen Lan's bedside, "This is specially bought for Wen Lan. I hope Wen Lan can recover soon. "

Wen Lan said "thank you" sincerely.

Zhuang Xiubai handed another bouquet of fiery red roses to Zhou Qiao, "This is for you, do you like it?"

"I don't like it." Zhou Qiao didn't even raise his eyelids, "Lanlan is getting an IV drip and needs a quiet environment. You'd better leave quickly."

"That's fine. But I'm taking the day off today. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just waiting for you outside Zhou Qiao's ward." Zhuang Xiubai often ran into trouble in front of Zhou Qiao and didn't take her expulsion order seriously at all.

Wen Lan was a little embarrassed and kept giving Zhou Qiao winks, but she got a blank look from Zhou Qiao.

"Have a good rest and I won't disturb you anymore." Zhuang Xiubai said goodbye to Wen Lan with a smile on his lips.

As soon as he put the red rose in his hand on the table, he was stopped by Zhou Qiao, "Take it away with your flowers."

Zhuang Xiubai picked up the red rose angrily, opened the door and went outside.

Wen Lan glared at Zhou Qiao fiercely and said in a low voice: "In front of an outsider like me, you should save some face for Dr. Zhuang!"

"As long as it works for you emotionally, it won't work if it doesn't work. I will never be sloppy." Zhou Qiao leaned on the escort bed opposite with her arms in her arms, "You have the nerve to criticize me! When Jiang Jingci clung to you, you were more heartless than me!"

Wen Lan immediately darkened his face, "Don't mention that name that makes me uncomfortable."

"My feelings for Zhuang Xiubai are the same as your feelings for Jiang Jingci. There is nothing but disgust." Zhou Qiao murmured in a low voice.

"Then I will never bring you and Dr. Zhuang together again." Wen Lan smiled and raised another topic, "By the way, who are you going to give the quota to study in country F this year?"

"No one will give it to me, I will go by myself." Zhou Qiao shook off her waist-length curly hair, chic and casual, "I will take the advanced training class for half a month and wander around, and I will be relying on you for the next month."

"You went to country F to avoid Dr. Zhuang." Wen Lan suddenly realized.

"You're still a good friend if you see through it but don't tell it." Zhou Qiao reached out and flicked Wen Lan's forehead, "Just lie down and click the beeper above if you need anything. I'll send the guy at the door away and come back to accompany you."

"Speak carefully and try not to hurt Dr. Zhuang's fragile mind." Wen Lan warned jokingly.

Zhou Qiao walked out of the ward.

Wen Lan picked up the phone with the hand that was not on the intravenous drip and clicked on it. A message that "Five main R\u0026D personnel of Fengyan Digital Game Company have left Feast" was clearly in front of her eyes.

Xie's mother had just been buried, and she was still living in the hospital. Xie Yansheng hurriedly went to Beijing. It turned out to be because of this!

This year, the overt and covert fight between "Feast" and "Jiang Chen" in the digital world has almost become fierce. If something like this happens to "Feast", "Jiang Chen" must be involved!

Wen Lan was only worried as she clutched her phone, but couldn't think of how to relieve Xie Yansheng's worries.

A harsh phone call interrupted Wen Lan's thoughts.

It was an unfamiliar number, but she clicked the answer button without thinking.

A familiar male voice came: "Ms. Wen, I am Wang Zheng, Mr. Jiang's driver. A few days ago, you chased the rear spoiler of Mr. Jiang's new car, and the car was sent to a professional maintenance agency. The maintenance costs were borne by Mr.'s car's insurance. , but Ms. Wen needs to sign to prove that the car was rear-ended by Ms. Wen’s car. "

Wen Lan had a headache whenever he heard about Jiang Jingci. In addition, the reason given by Wang Zheng was very poor. He frowned and asked, "When do you need me to sign?"

"I'm waiting to settle the repair bill here. Miss Wen should come over quickly. I'll send the address of the repair agency to Miss Wen right away." Wang Zheng urged.

Wen Lan guessed that as long as he went there, he would definitely "encounter" Jiang Jingci. He was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm busy with something, so I can't go."

"I can wait for Miss Wen first, or I can have someone go to TT to pick up Miss Wen. Now the only thing left is Miss Wen's signature before we can drive the car out of the repair station." Wang Zheng continued to put pressure on Wen Lan tepidly. .

"Sorry, I really can't go now." Wen Lan closed his tired eyes and simply showed his cards, "You tell Jiang Jingci that I will pay for the maintenance of his car. Just quote a price."

Wang Zheng on the other end laughed sheepishly, "I just need Miss Wen to sign, and I don't need Miss Wen to pay a penny. If Miss Wen doesn't come to sign, Mr. Jiang will definitely scold me for not doing my job well."

Wen Lan let out a long sigh and said slowly: "I was given an intravenous drip in the hospital, and I really can't make it now."

"I'm sorry, Miss Wen. I was too impatient. I didn't know you were sick." Wang Zheng immediately changed his tone, "There is no rush to sign. Just contact me after you are discharged from the hospital."

Before Wen Lan could react, the call ended.

Putting down the phone, Zhou Qiao opened the door and came in.

Wen Lan raised his upper body and looked towards the door, but the door closed with a bang and he saw nothing.

"Don't look, Zhuang Xiubai was kicked out by me." Zhou Qiao smiled comfortably at her.

Before Wen Lan could comment, she received a notification to add a friend on WeChat.

The other party's note was strange, "Love you like quitting smoking."

Wen Lan curiously clicked on the other party's profile picture, which was a very common silhouette of a man's face on the Internet, indicating that she was added by searching for her mobile phone number.

The signature of the WeChat account was "Don't run away, I won't chase you, I'm afraid of making you fall."

Wen Lan ignored it directly.

With Zhou Qiao accompanying her, the two chatted about everything under the sun, and Wen Lan felt that time passed very quickly.

When the two were not at tt, the three studio heads kept calling. Wen Lan issued three orders to Zhou Qiao to leave the hospital.

Wen Lan stared at the little medicine left in the drip bottle above, but her heart drifted to Xie Yansheng.

When there was a knock on the door, she thought it was a nurse, and decisively shouted "Come in."

To her shock, it was Jiang Jingci who pushed the door in!

The two of them locked eyes for less than two seconds before Wen Lan grabbed an apple that Zhou Qiao had placed on the bedside table and threw it at Jiang Jingci: "Get out!"

Jiang Jingci dodged to the side, the joy of reunion frozen on his face.