Life With You

Song Xi is indeed very beautiful in her heart. People who have never thought of getting married are stunned and secretly married. Someone has just begun to be cruel and hurt, but recently they are kind and even sweet words from time to time. Love is smooth, and even the career is always smooth.

Recently, Song Xi’s papers published on ISSN and CN have aroused great repercussions. Jiang Zongheng said that the ability assessment after a while is just a cutscene for her, and her associate professor can't escape this time.

Many new doctors and young nurses have changed their mouths to call her Director Song in private, and even Ling Yue is happy for her, saying: "I am almost 30 before becoming an associate professor. You are less than 27. Let me do this. Where do you put your face when you are a senior?"

Song Xi knew that he deliberately ridiculed, and he replied smoothly: "You can't say that. I will have to wait more than a year for the test to be issued. I will be twenty-eight by then, and you have rejected the Massachusetts General Hospital. Those invited by the center, let's... at best, a tie."

In front of acquaintances, Song Xi never concealed her pride. She was already very good. In the words of Han Chunmeng, "Bright talent, excellent side-by-side."

Ling Yue's lips curled up slightly, "Find a time to have a meal, and celebrate in advance."

Song Xi said, "Looking at how strong you are now, how are you with Xiaowen?"

Speaking of Qiao Aiwen, Ling Yue subconsciously looked away, and the smile on his face disappeared. He returned to a calm face, his thin lips opened, and he said, "That's it."

Song Xi asked: "Which is it like that? Are you in touch every day now?"

Ling Yue replied with anger and disappointment: "All contact information is on the blacklist."

It was obviously a very sad case, but Song Xi wanted to laugh inexplicably. Ling Yue glanced at her, "Knowing that you are happy and happy for you, I won't laugh with you."

Song Xi finally laughed blatantly, "Why? If you can't find Xiaowen, just let out an anger at me."

Ling Yue started to look through the medical records seriously again. Song Xi had bright eyes and said, "It's easy to call Xiaowen. Use my mobile phone."

Ling Yue lowered his eyes, his thin lips lightly opened: "No, thank you."

The corners of Song Xi's lips became wider: "You are so polite with me, don't be embarrassed, you can't drink a little wine."

Ling Yue raised his head after a few seconds, looked at Song Xi and said, "Aren't you busy?"

Song Xi shook his head, "Not busy."

Ling Yue said, "I'm busy."

Song Xi curled the corners of her lips and tried again before leaving, "Really not? Then I can go."

Ling Yue lowered his head and said, "No."

Song Xi made a very light ‘cut’: “If you have the ability, just keep going like this. The emperor is far away from the mountain. Beware of someone in the United States taking advantage of it.”

After all, Song Xi closed the door and left without leaving Ling Yue a chance to inquire.

Ling Yue's eyes froze, and the first reaction in his mind was Zhou Zheng's face. Zhou Zheng's eyes looked at Qiao Aiwen. It was clearly a restrained desire and repressed desire to put such a person beside her... to be honest, He really didn't know if Qiao Aiwen would waver.

My heart is very anxious, every time I think of her suffering from angina, it has been more than a week since the last time I called her when he was drunk, and the two have not contacted again.

Ling Yue asked himself, he is not a stalker, so the last time he drunk speaking truth is the limit. He feels that he has said it very clearly. He likes her and wants her to come back. As for whether she wants to come back It is her freedom to come back.

While persuading herself to resign herself, she couldn’t help but secretly go to Qiao Aiwen’s Weibo. Recently, she hadn’t posted anything about her status. She was angry and worried if she didn’t. This kind of uneasy feeling, It makes people want to die.

Just now Song Xi mentioned that he entered while taking advantage of the vacancy. Ling Yue’s eyes could no longer accommodate any words in the medical record. Everything looked like Zhou Zheng, just like the baby in his pocket. He didn’t wait for a closer look. The thief stole it.

Such a mood has troubled him until he comes home from get off work. Ling Yue got a new mobile phone card and sat on the sofa in the living room with two beers on the coffee table in front of him.

Qiao Aiwen's number was already familiar to her heart, Ling Yue dialed it directly. At this time, the phone was connected at 7 or 8 in the United States, and there was a drowsy voice, with heavy sleepiness, "Hello?"

With just one word, Ling Yue's heart moved, and he was silent for a moment. He said, "Are you not going to come back?"

Qiao Aiwen on the other end of the phone heard his voice and paused obviously. After a while, she said, "Is something wrong with me?"

Ling Yue said, "Can't you call you if it's okay?"

Qiao Aiwen paused again, and a few seconds later said: "Are you drinking too much again?"

Ling Yue said, "Do you care if I drink too much?"

Qiao Aiwen smiled lightly on that end, seeming to believe that he drank too much.

The two were silent at the same time, neither spoke nor hung up. I don't know how long it took, but Ling Yue finally asked, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Aiwen deliberately prolonged her voice, and replied with a knowingly asked but slightly disgusting tone: "Isn't it obvious? Sleeping Zhengxiang was awakened by a drunkard, so annoying."

Ling Yue curled up the corners of his lips lightly, and then said calmly, "Is the weather on your side good?"

"No curtains, I don't know."

Ling Yue said: "I thought the weather was good, and you are not willing to come back."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Night City has nothing to do with me going back."

Ling Yue asked: "Is there anyone you want to meet?"

Qiao Aiwen returned quickly: "People who want to see me will naturally come to me."

Ling Yue was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Don't you miss me?"

After Qiao Aiwen's meal, she immediately smiled exaggeratedly, and said while smiling: "Your imagination after drinking too much is not so strong, why should I miss you?"

Ling Yue said: "You said you like me."

Qiao Aiwen said: "That's young and ignorant, forget it."

Ling Yue said: "I haven't had my birthday. In order not to admit that I like the new and dislike the old, I would rather say that I am young and ignorant."

Qiao Aiwen said: "I used to be ignorant, let you watch a joke."

Ling Yue asked: "Do you still like me now?"

Qiao Aiwen: "..."

There are some things that hurt yourself if they are true, or hurt others if they are false, even if she knows that he is drinking too much, she still doesn't want to hurt him.

Ling Yue waited quietly. After waiting for a long time, she said, "I'm still used to drinking too much now, don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Ling Yue said: "I was scolded by the director."

Qiao Aiwen smiled and said: "I really want to think about it. I thought the patient you love most in your life is the patient."

Ling Yue Tongcheng chatted with her after drinking too much. The chat lasted for several hours. In the end, Qiao Aiwen couldn't help hanging up because he had to go to work tomorrow.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Ling Yue put down his hot mobile phone, looked at an unopened bottle of wine on the table, and his lips curled up with an arc of self-deprecating.

Seeing what he is thinking about now, in order to talk to her, he started acting.