The roses are beautiful, and a large handful of them are crowded together to look solid and sincere.

Li Kun approached her car, but Yingchen did not hide, looking at him with his eyes, not afraid.

The man cleaned himself up very refreshedly and walked step by step.

As we approached, Yingchen slowly twisted his head, stepped on the accelerator, and the sound of the "whispering" on the body of the car - let's go.

Li Kun ate his mouth full of exhaust gas, but he really didn't expect her to use this trick.

The man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall was really eye-catching with a bouquet of roses.

Passersby who passed by looked back at him.

Li Kun held the flowers in one hand and hung them down.

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, and without hesitation, he got back into his car.

——

When Yingchen arrived at the company, he saw that the door of Tang Qichen's office was closed, so he asked the secretary: "Mr. Tang is on a business trip?"

The secretary said: "No, Mr. Tang has asked for leave."

"Ask for leave?"

Yingchen is strange.

“Yes, sick leave.”

In my impression, Tang Qichen has always been in good health.

I have been working together for several years and even have colds.

Yingchen finished his business and called him.

It was approved, but it didn't answer.

Later, Xu Weicheng called him to a meeting temporarily, and Yingchen forgot about this.

After finishing his get off work, he was about to get off work. Yingchen walked out of the office and saw several employees gathering there.

"Let's buy some fruit?"

"Okay, milk is OK, so buy another bouquet of flowers."

Yingchen has always been kind and friendly, walked over and joined them, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

A supervisor: "Sister Chen, we are going to visit Mr. Tang."

Yingchen frowned, "Look at him?"

Another person replied: "Yes, Mr. Tang is hospitalized and has pneumonia."

The inflammation was quite a bit serious. Tang Qichen hung six bottles of water that day and waded on the bed for an afternoon.

When my colleagues came here, they were full of roaming and could set up stalls with all kinds of fruits they brought.

Later, after everyone decided to take two cans of milk powder.

The group of people stood in front of the ward and the temperature rose several degrees.

Hears before coming, Tang Qichen was not surprised.

But when they came in, his eyes subconsciously looked for something inside.

As soon as Yingchen, who had walked the last head, Tang Qichen's eyes fell and felt relieved.

Tang Qichen is a man with a very upright manner, has a method to deal with things, and is conscientious in dealing with others, so he is very popular with the people.

Everyone's concern is also from the heart.

"Mr. Tang, you have to pay attention to rest."

"We are following up on the raw materials from Pingba Mountain in Sichuan, don't worry."

"This milk powder is particularly good, and you won't gain weight without sugar-free skimming."

This last sentence makes the scene funny.

A new female college student from the survey department protested dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Tang is exercising frequently and maintains a good figure!"

All the girls like Tang Qichen's model, which is gentle and elegant, has outstanding hardware strength, and is a natural person to be admirable.

But after all, I just entered society and didn’t have a little scheming and didn’t write a draft before speaking, and whether it was suitable or not was different.

The scene suddenly fell into embarrassment, like a cassette, and no one said anything.

And the main person, half lying on the hospital bed, his face was calm and he did not have any reaction to smooth things over.

Tang Qichen seemed to be waiting for someone.

Finally, we came out to rescue the situation.

She pushed the sad and embarrassed little girl back and said softly: "Xiao Yao, go and buy a few bottles of water for everyone."

After the people left, the scene regained its harmony.

After staying for a few minutes, everyone said goodbye.

Tang Qichen called Yingchen: "Please help me greet them for dinner."

Yingchen nodded, as he agreed.

But halfway through the way, the employees stopped her tacitly.

"Sister Chen, don't worry about us, Mr. Tang didn't have any meals."

Well, it’s a feather, and it’s worthy of being the soldiers he brought out.

Yingchen was pushed back to Tang Qichen by everyone.

Without being as knowledgeable as a patient, Yingchen went upstairs and brought him a bowl of porridge with conscience.

The ward was quiet, and Tang Qichen lay there with his eyes closed.

When Yingchen came in, he didn't open his eyes, but suddenly said, "Is Xiaomi porridge?"

Yingchen smiled, "The nose is very good."

Tang Qichen then opened his eyes and sat up with his arms.

He still has a needle on his hand, which is inconvenient to exert force.

Yingchen took out the lunch box for him, washed the spoon and put it in it, then sat on the square stool, folded his hands and straightened his back.

Tang Qichen smiled and said, "Don't be so serious, I dare not eat it."

Yingchen also laughed, "It's okay not to eat, but it's okay to have water on it anyway. If you don't eat for a meal, you won't lose weight."

Tang Qichen's smile narrowed his curves, looked at each other, and Yingchen suddenly said, "Mr. Tang."

"Did you two have a talk last night?"

Tang Qichen took the lead and asked calmly.

After a while, Yingchen spoke, very honest: "I didn't have a good deal."

Tang Qichen nodded and waited.

"But it's almost done."

Yingchen jumped out with a headshot, and after that, she laughed first.

That smile is no more than usual, it comes from the heart and has a girlish feeling.

This directly rejected Tang Qichen more than ever before.

Yingchen means that as long as Li Kun takes this step, the remaining problem will be the civil strife between her and him.

She didn't tell Tang Qichen because she was an outsider and had no obligation to know the reason.

Yingchen was very energetic and gave him a decent step.

"Okay, it's getting late, you can rest."

Yingchen got up and carried his bag.

Tang Qichen's face was not strange, his head was a little lighter, and he was very natural: "Okay, go slowly."

The door is closed.

He finally slowly lowered his head and watched the needle on the back of his hand flowing back a little blood mark.

I feel mixed feelings in my heart.

——

Yingchen came out of the hospital and drove back to Vanke City.

After parked the car, she took a look at her cell phone and felt worried. She picked it up and clicked in to check the call record.

That bastard really didn't contact her again.

A moment of imbalance, but Yingchen quickly calmed down and comforted himself: Don’t be soft-hearted.
To be continued...