Jiaochen

After entering the cafeteria, the two attracted everyone's attention, not surprisingly.

After seeing the hand held by the two, someone exclaimed a little, muttering that "the flower of Gaoling was taken down".

Ji Qingying tried to ignore those gazes.

But after hearing the exclamation, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pulled Fu Yan's clothes.

He bent over to listen.

Ji Qingying pursed her lips, pushed his arm and said, "Your colleague... is quite gossip."

Fu Yan burst into laughter, and looked up a circle: "Indeed."

This is a fact.

There is too much negative energy in the hospital every day, and there are too many things to see. The doctors and nurses have no entertainment, only gossip.

Although Fu Yanzhi did not participate, he had heard a lot.

Ji Qingying said "Oh", slightly cramped: "If you know this, I will come back today with a beautiful makeup."

Before she went out, she only applied sunscreen and isolation on her face, and drew her eyebrows.

Fu Yanzhi paused for a while and glanced at her: "No need."

"Ok?"

Ji Qingying looked at him.

Fu Yanzhi bent his lower lip and said in a low voice, "This is very beautiful."

Ji Qingying was startled, her lips tilted upwards uncontrollably.

The interaction between the two fell in the eyes of everyone, sour. Who would have thought that Fu Yanzhi, who was in love, was like this.

After the meal was bought, Xu Chengli and Zhao Yidong sat beside them without any kind.

"cousin."

Xu Chengli looked at her faintly: "It's so hard for you to deceive us."

Ji Qingying: "..."

She can't argue.

Fu Yanzhi raised his eyes and asked coldly, "When did she lie to you?"

Xu Chengli raised his eyebrows.

Fu Yan said, "If I remember correctly, you misunderstood it yourself."

Xu Chengli: "..."

He tried to think about it, as if it was indeed the case.

Thinking, Xu Chengli choked and sighed, "Blame me, blame me."

Ji Qingying couldn't laugh or cry: "It's okay."

She said, "I didn't explain it either."

Zhao Yidong sighed: "I just need to make it clear now." Her eyes brightened, and she looked at Fu Yan and said, "Doctor Fu, you are all in love, when will you treat me?"

Ji Qingying looked sideways and looked at the man next to him curiously: "A treat?"

Zhao Yidong explained: "Yes, yes, this is the tradition of our hospital, (off tuo) order to treat guests."

After all, it is not easy for medical staff to take off tuo. Of course, the main purpose is to introduce it to everyone and to facilitate the future.

Fu Yanzhi did not refuse, but agreed in a light voice: "Look at everyone's time."

Xu Chengli screamed and said unceremoniously: "Nurse Zhao, don't be polite with Doctor Fu when choosing a place, you will eat him up."

"it is good ."

After lunch, the hospital almost spread. Doctor Fu chased the big beauty and brought the hospital canteen to eat, declaring sovereignty.

At this moment, the women who had thought about Fu Yanzhi a little bit stopped thinking.

-

In the next few days, both of them were very busy.

The time to meet each day is basically when Fu Yanzhi is off work, Ji Qingying has eaten with him in the past, or he sits quietly with her for a while.

On the day of the training camp, after Fu Yanzhi was on the night shift, she sent her there.

After getting in the car, Ji Qingying was still a little bit reluctant.

She leaned back in the chair unhappily and turned to look at him.

Noting her gaze, Fu Yan looked down: "In a bad mood?"

Ji Qingying: "Yes."

She said, "I won't see you for half a month."

Fu Yan smiled, and said in a low voice: "Can I get a mobile phone during the training camp?"

Ji Qingying shook her head: "It seems that there is only one hour every night."

She said: "It was not written on it, but I heard it was like this."

Fu Yan was slightly startled, and was silent for a moment: "Call me anytime."

"Ok."

Ji Qingying turned her head and looked out the window, feeling the scorching summer sun.

Staring for a while, she murmured: "You don't seem to feel it."

Fu Yan paused his fingers for a while without saying a word.

After a while, the two arrived at the meeting place.

In a big house in the suburbs, it is no longer a hotel. The organizer pays much attention to the national competition.

Ji Qingying glanced at the time, and as soon as she unfastened her seat belt and planned to get out of the car, Fu Yanzhi took her hand.

She was taken aback, then turned to look at him. As soon as he raised his head, Fu Yanzhi leaned over, lowered his head (kissed Wen) to her lips.

Ji Qingying was slightly startled, but did not respond. The man's low voice reached her ears vaguely.

"Open your mouth."

Ji Qingying opened her lips slightly, and he took advantage of the trend. The tip of the tongue pierced into her mouth, (gou) entangled the tip of her tongue to prevent her from dodge.

He came fiercely, as if to swallow her in.

The air in the car was so tight that Ji Qingying couldn't breathe.

The man's hot breath hit her cheeks, leaving her nowhere to escape.

She was a little breathless, sobbed, Fu Yanzhi took two steps back, sucking|sucking| holding her lips. Then, I entered again.

Encroach on her inch by inch.

After kissing for a long time, Fu Yanzhi slowly backed away.

The two of them breathed lingering around their bodies for a long time.

Ji Qingying opened his eyes and saw his lips with lipstick on. The lips (color) that were originally very pale are now moisturized and red, as if the deep red (color) tone has been smudged, especially (gou) people.

Further up, there are his deep and bottomless pupils, with deep and unclear emotions, and only her is reflected in them.

She stared blankly, breathing slowly.

Suddenly, Fu Yanzhi approached again, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose, and said hoarsely, "Is it still necessary to verify?"

"Huh?" Ji Qingying didn't react for a while, after meeting his obscure gaze, she understood.

She paused, stretched out her hand (gou) to put his neck, kissed him on the chin, "More."

Fu Yanzhi satisfied her.

This (kiss wen) seems to be advanced for half a month.

The temperature in the car gradually rises.

The windows are closed tightly, no one can see what the people inside are doing.

Ji Qingying's position changed, from the co-pilot to Fu Yanzhi, the two hugged (kissed) together, it was hard to separate.

...

When Ji Qingying got out of the car, her cheeks were red, and even the lips from which she wiped off her lipstick looked fascinating.

It looks like it has been picked.

She bowed her head and hurriedly pulled her luggage into the training camp.

She refused to let Fu Yanzhi give it away. Fu Yanzhi was speechless. She rolled down the car window and looked at the back of her walking away. Then she gently wiped her lips with her fingers.

-

The training camp is much busier than Ji Qingying imagined.

She hasn't participated in this kind of formal competition for too long, and she needs to learn a lot of knowledge.

Although the mobile phone was not turned in, she did not have time to contact Fu Yanzhi.

Classes start at 8 o'clock every morning. After class, the teacher assigns homework, which will be handed in the next day.

In addition, you have to learn new things. It depends on the fashion trends in the clothing market in recent years, as well as everyone's favorite tendencies, and so on.

Although Ji Qingying's basic knowledge is good, there are many gaps.

She knows her shortcomings, so she has to work harder to absorb, supplement, and catch up.

Time passed quickly, and a week passed.

In the second week, the difficulty escalated.

In addition to the daily class and the tasks assigned by the teacher, everyone also needs to submit a new design draft.

Basically, their brain power was squeezed to the limit.

In the last three days, Ji Qingying heard that she was about to change teachers.

It is said that several internationally renowned designers came to teach, and many students were very excited.

In the evening, a group of people ate in the restaurant.

Ji Qingying listened to the discussion of his colleagues next to him, and began to distract.

"Qingying." "Qingying."

The people nearby called her several times.

Ji Qingying returned to her senses and raised her eyes to the person opposite: "Huh?" She smiled: "What's the matter?"

Xu Bingying looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Are you not curious?"

Ji Qingying was stunned and said with a smile, "Curious, I'm listening to you."

Xu Bingying sighed with emotion, "I hope my idol can come, but I think it's impossible."

The person next to me is curious: "Who is your idol?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Bingying raised her eyebrows and said, "Zhou Zhilan."

As soon as the voice fell, the people around rushed to say: "Oh my God! My idol is her too."

"Yeah, right?"

Xu Bingying said excitedly: "She is really the designer I admire the most, not to mention the novel design, the most important thing is to win glory for the Chinese designer industry."

Zhou Zhilan is one of the top designers in this industry.

Few people in the world recognize the work of domestic designers, and they always feel that they are too constrained, not so novel, and too narrow.

But Zhou Zhilan's work has never been questioned like this.

She is a well-known Chinese designer, from domestic to international, every time she designs works, she is amazing (yan yan).

More importantly, since she became famous, almost twenty years later, her works are still popular and loved.

It's as if she always has new ideas and will always make everyone admire.

When she first appeared on the international stage, she was questioned.

Many people don't believe in her abilities.

But she broke everyone's understanding of her time and time again, and also broke the industry's wrong understanding of Chinese (Z) people.

There are also designers from China (Z). Even the works they design have historical documents and follow trends. Never outdated.

The person next to me nodded: "Me too, I like her the most, she is really my idol."

Someone else joined: "Will she come this time?"

"Impossible. International competitions may be possible, but the national one is unlikely to please move her."

"But didn't it break the news before? It was said that Dijia will sponsor. She is now the design director of Dijia's head office. Maybe she will be invited back to China for the popularity.

...

With constant discussions in her ears, Ji Qingying chewed the food in her mouth blankly.

Suddenly, Xu Bingying called to her: "Qingying, who is your idol?"

Ji Qingying paused with chopsticks in her hand and raised her eyes to look at her: "No."

"Huh?" Xu Bingying was taken aback and looked at her suspiciously: "Don't you like Teacher Zhou?"

Ji Qingying smiled slightly and said lightly: "General."

She got up with the plate: "I'm done, I'll go back to the classroom first, you eat slowly."

After that, she left without regard to what everyone thought of her.

Everyone was stunned, and whispered, "Qingying is in a bad mood?"

-

After walking out of the canteen, Ji Qingying did not immediately return to the classroom.

She suddenly thought of her surroundings.

This training place has a very good environment.

Quiet at night, far away from the noise of the big city. Occasionally, you can hear the cicadas and birds.

The street lights downstairs are dim, with a kind of hazy feeling.

Ji Qingying took three or two steps, looked back at her elongated shadow, and walked back and forth twice. In the end, he couldn't hold back, (touching Mo) out of the phone to send a message to Fu Yanzhi.

She has Fu Yanzhi's work schedule, and today he will be on duty again.

Ji Qingying: [Are you finished? 】

When Fu Yanzhi had just finished his work and planned to send a message to Ji Qingying, her message came first.

He stared at the words for a while, then dialed out without thinking.

"Hello." Ji Qingying connected for the first time, shouting in a low mood.

Fu Yanzhi responded, and said in a white coat: "Have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

Ji Qingying looked up and looked at the stars. In the suburbs, there are stars faintly penetrating the clouds in the night sky.

She stared for a while and muttered, "I have stars here, do you have them?"

Fu Yanzhi paused for a while, opened the blinds and took a look: "No."

"what."

"There is a moon."

Ji Qingying was startled, and smiled and said, "I have this too."

Fu Yanzhi said "Yes" and said lightly, "Then the moon told you."

"What?" She asked amused: "The moon still talks?"

"meeting."

He leaned close to the phone and whispered, "I miss you."

Ji Qingying was startled.

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But not surprisingly, her ears were scorched in this way.

She (touching Mo) (touching Mo) her hot ears, and looking at the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky, she answered, "Me too, did the moon tell you?"

Fu Yanzhi laughed lowly, "Yes."

Inexplicably, Ji Qingying's mood was cured.

In addition to Fu Yanzhi, she has this kind of magic. Every time she is in a bad mood, as long as she hears his voice, she will feel comfortable.

After a quiet meeting, Fu Yanzhi asked in a low voice: "Have you encountered a problem?" Ji Qingying found a bench and sat down, and said, "It's not a problem."

She said: "I just heard the name that I don't want to hear but I want to hear."

Fu Yanzhi paused.

Ji Qingying smiled and said softly, “I was interrupted by Dr. Xu when I told you last time.” She pursed her lips and said, “I don’t like participating in competitions. One is because I was born during college (fafa). One thing, another is because of my mother."

She skipped the college days and said softly, "My dad died when I was five years old."

Fu Yanzhi didn't say a word.

Ji Qingying said: "My mom is a designer, super talented kind."

In the beginning, Ji Qingying's mother only worked in Jiangcheng.

She joined a well-known design company, but she was not satisfied with the status quo.

But because of family constraints, she could not go out.

After Ji Qingying's father died, she began to take action.

She left Ji Qingying and went abroad.

In the first year she left, she would send gifts back to Ji Qingying from time to time and call her.

But every time Ji Qingying asked her when to go home, she said that she was busy and had no time.

After that, she didn't even make phone calls.

Only when Ji Qingying grew up did she know that she was married again and married a foreigner.

At that time, she had reached the stage of sensibility, and she felt sad about Zhou Zhilan's remarriage, but she also understood.

In the next few years, Ji Qingying would secretly go to Internet cafes from time to time to search for news about her.

She watched a lot.

Seeing the media reports, she praised her design works as powerful and talented. I also saw her frustrated in love and divorced her second husband.

Soon after the divorce, she had a new boyfriend. The work skyrocketed, the audience of the works became wider and wider, and more and more awards were won.

He even joined the famous luxury group as director. That was the head office of Dijia, the first Chinese director.

The media recorded her work and private life in all aspects.

But no one ever mentioned that her first marriage, and no one knew that she had a daughter.

...

Ji Qingying seldom recalls the past, but he can't help it today.

She raised her head and blinked hard at the sky: "I told you this, not to make you feel sorry for me."

She said: "I just can't help it. Grandma sent me a message two days ago, saying she's back."

Fu Yan narrowed his eyes, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making no sound.

He had guessed before that Ji Qingying's fragile and sensitive mind was related to his native family, but he did not know the specifics.

At this moment, her words are all in her ears.

She said it in the most relaxed tone, but he knew how lonely she was during her growing years.

She was alone when the parents at the parent-teacher conference were accompanied by parents.

Even when someone asked her parents, she couldn't tell the truth.

Her father died, and her mother left her behind.

All this is telling her. She is an unpopular child, and no one loves her.

If they love, they won't go.

After a long time, Fu Yanzhi answered dumbly: "I know."

He said, "I know."

After speaking out, Ji Qingying was relieved a lot.

In recent years, she has been cautiously avoiding news related to Zhou Zhilan.

Nothing else, I don't want to embarrass myself. But after all, it is inevitable.

Fu Yanzhi remained silent for a while before speaking again.

His voice was soothing, and it seemed to be mingled with warmth, intermittently reaching her.

"Don't be afraid, there will be me in the future." He said, "I will not go."

Ji Qingying said "um" and rubbed her sore nose: "I know."

She said, "You can't bear it."

Fu Yanzhi admitted frankly: "Yes."

How could he be willing to leave her alone.

Ji Qingying didn't want to be immersed in a sad environment, and didn't want Fu Yanzhi to feel uncomfortable with her.

After being silent for a while, she took the initiative to change the subject: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

Ji Qingying was taken aback, glanced at the time: "Isn't there yet?"

She said, "Then you go eat, I'm going back to the classroom."

Fu Yanzhi responded with a low voice: "Okay, my phone is always on, and I'll tell you when I'm done."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Qingying blew the wind downstairs and returned to the classroom.

She cleaned up all the bad moods and went all out again.

-

She is busy here, but Fu Yanzhi is a little better.

When there are no accidents, duty is not tiring.

He stared at the phone for a long time, then looked sideways at the dinner on the side, losing his appetite.

Fu Yan thought for a moment, then called Fu's mother.

Fu's mother and Fu's father were walking, and when she saw the call, she raised her eyebrows and said to Fu Zheng, "Your son must have something to ask me for help."

Fu Zheng: "..."

He laughed: "It's probably related to his girlfriend."

In the memory of the two of them, Fu Yanzhi grew up so old, and he asked them for help very few times.

Last time, it was for the game tickets.

Mother Fu shook her head and said in disgust: "A son with a girlfriend is like water poured out."

Fu Zheng: "..."

While talking, Mother Fu answered the phone.

"Hello." She deliberately asked, "Fu Yanzhi, what can I do?"

Fu Yanzhi: "...Mom."

Fu's mother chuckled: gan gan) Well, it's no good if you call me."

She said, "Say quickly, don't delay my walk with your dad."

"..."

Fu Yan was speechless, and would ask in silence: "I heard Ye Zhenzhen say before that you seem to have accepted an invitation, right?"

Fu Mu snorted: "The design contest is over tomorrow, what's wrong."

Fu Yan paused and asked in a low voice, "It is not convenient for Fang to bring an assistant."

Mother Fu: "...you?"

"Ok."

Mother Fu raised her eyebrows in surprise, and looked at Fu Zheng: "Why? You don't need to rest tomorrow?"

Fu Yanzhi answered, "I'll just go over and take a look."

Mother Fu did not say a word. This kind of training is nothing inconvenient. As long as the students' time is convenient, they can move freely after class.

It’s just that everyone’s learning is very important and no one will play in prime time.

Mother Fu thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "What happened to your girlfriend?"

"No."

Fu Mu: "..."

She choked, and was speechless for a while: "I can't tell, you are pretty sticky to your girlfriend."

Fu Yanzhi did not refute.

Fu's mother also knows his son's (sexual xing) character, he is not willing to explain more.

She pondered for a few seconds and whispered: "Okay, tomorrow I will ask the assistant to pick you up at the hospital."

"it is good."

Mother Fu said "um", "Is there anything else?"

Fu Yanzhi paused and said in a low voice, "Mom, thank you."

"...(Routine) hemp, it's hanging up."

Fu Yanzhi looked at the hung up phone and smiled helplessly.

-

The next morning.

The designer training team welcomed the president of Sanqing Group.

Ji Qingying only found out when she went to the classroom, and Xu Bingying was sitting next to her, telling her gossip.

"You know, the president of Sanqing is very good."

Ji Qingying took the drawing and lowered his head to make a concept: "Well, how do you say it."

Xu Bingying said: "She is a female."

She said: "But it rarely (shows up), and many things are handled by the vice president below. This time it is also to encourage the new generation of designers."

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingying raised her eyebrows, expressing it clearly: "Oh."

She said: "That's still a bit expectant. I have read the report before, and it seems that she is also a design professional, right."

"Yes."

The two murmured softly, and suddenly heard an exclamation.

Ji Qingying raised her head subconsciously, and was stunned when she saw the woman on the podium.

This person...If she remembers correctly, she seems to have seen it somewhere.

Ye Qing looked around, stopped her eyes for a moment, smiled and said, "Hello everyone, this is Ye Qing."

After introducing herself, Ye Qing didn't waste much time and began to lecture.

The designer has to do more than just design the work. It is also necessary to grasp the current popular culture, and even the culture of a company must have a certain understanding in order to develop better.

Ye Qing is a manager, but also a designer.

She is good at combining these and telling the new generation of designers what they need and what they like.

Because Ye Qing was in class, the classroom on this day was arranged in a very ordinary desk classroom.

Sitting in the back row, Ji Qingying looked at the big screen on the side of the podium earnestly and intently, taking notes from time to time.

As it was writing, a shadow fell next to it.

She didn't care too much, thinking it was a classmate who was late.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside.

With the wind coming in, there is a faint floral fragrance. In this not strong floral fragrance, she smelled a familiar smell.

Ji Qingying paused with the pen in her hand, and slowly looked aside.

As soon as she turned her head, she crashed into a pair of long and narrow eyes.

She was stunned, just staring at him. There was no response for a long time.

Fu Yanzhi looked at her sideways and knocked on her desktop: "Concentrate on class."

Ji Qingying's lips moved, unable to hold a word for a long time.

She turned her head and looked at the podium. Ye Qing is still teaching.

Ji Qingying numbly took two lines of notes and turned her head again.

Why is Fu Yanzhi here?

For a moment, there was a piece of paper in front of her, which said that she should concentrate on listening to the class.

Ji Qingying couldn't help but lowered her head and wrote: Why are you here.

Fu Yanzhi: Well, come to accompany you in class.

...

After the class is over, everyone packs up and leaves. Ji Qingying looked at the man next to him seriously: "Why are you... suddenly here?"

Fu Yanzhi looked down at her and chuckled softly: "Don't want me to come?"

Ji Qingying shook her head.

Fu Yanzhi reached out and rubbed her hair: "I told you last night."

"Huh?" Ji Qingying looked at him blankly.

He lowered his head and threw her lips in a low voice: "Forgot?"

Ji Qingying blinked, and took the initiative to (gou) his neck: "No."

He said he missed her last night.