Young General's Sweet Wife

Qi Duo stopped joking after seeing the situation, and said seriously: "I just admire your infatuation towards Feng Yeming, but do you still remember the wager between us? "I'm trying to keep you from falling in love."

"I remember our bet, I will not be sentimental, you are destined to be disappointed." Mu Nuanzhou said confidently.

"Alright, alright, I don't want to be entangled with you right now. Leave the time to me. I'll just wait and see." Qi Duo surrendered playfully and stopped this topic.

At this point, the nurse arrived with lunch, which brought the conversation to an end.

"Eat your food, I'll go back first." Qi Duo looked at his watch and stood up.

"Hey, take the money." Mu Nuanzhou once again handed over the money.

"He took a glance at it and sighed." "Alright, I'll take the money. I'll send you a present next time."

Mu Nuanzhou opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Qi Duo, who was at the door, menacingly pointed his finger at her. "You're not allowed to reject me. Don't worry, I promise I won't give you the money."

Mu Nuanzhou shook his head and laughed as he watched her elegant back disappear into the distance.

Inside the Chief Doctor's Office, Mu Nuanzhou's jade white fingers knocked on the typewriter, which would occasionally stop, rub his hands together, and let out a sigh, before he continued to type.

Since she was young, she had been afraid of the cold. Although there was a radiator in the room, she still wore very thick clothes, and didn't even dare to take off her scarf.

As she was quietly sniffling in the cold, someone pushed a Tang Nanny over.

Ye Zichen looked up and saw that the man sitting opposite him continued reading without even raising his head. His gold-rimmed glasses were placed on his cold nose, and the sunlight reflecting off the lenses gave him an extremely distant and cold look.

She took Grandma Tang over and shyly said, "Thank you."

The person didn't react at all, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of him flipping through the pages.

Mu Nuanzhou hesitated for a while, but gathered up his courage and interrupted: "Um … Dr. Fu, I have organized the information you requested, would you like to take a look at it now? "

Fu Liangchuan didn't even raise his head, he only extended his hand out.

Mu Nuanzhou stood up from his seat, walked over and gave him the information, then obediently stood there, as if he was a good student who was waiting for his homework to be finished for his teacher's review.

Fu Liangchuan casually flipped through the documents that she had organized, a faint light flickering in her eyes.

The information was organized in such a clear manner that people couldn't tell what it was at a glance.

Most importantly, he did not expect her to have written a written hand on the Willow!

People say that a person's words are appropriate. Although this willow tree may seem thin and even, in reality, the most important thing is bone strength, and bone strength often reflects a person's bone spirit. Otherwise, what does it mean that a person's words are appropriate?

It seemed that she wasn't so useless.

Although Fu Liangchuan looked at her in a different light, he did not say anything. After reading it, he closed the information in his mouth, raised his eyes, and said indifferently: "Alright, we'll end today's work here. You can get off work now."

Mu Nuanzhou was deeply afraid that she did not do well enough, and that she could not go with what he said. Hearing him say that, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and curled the corner of her lips as if a burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

She had been working here for several days now and Fu Liangchuan had been busy to the point where he could barely be seen. From the time she had come to work until now, they had never properly communicated with each other. Today, she was prepared to have a good chat with him. Dr. Fu. "

Fu Liangchuan was drinking tea, with the cup covering half of his handsome face, he raised his deep eyes.