Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Qin Heng is not a big smoker, but he smokes a few occasionally.

For example, after several hours of major surgery, I would smoke one to relieve fatigue.

He just didn't expect Ji Qing to smoke too.

She doesn't look like someone who smokes and pretends to be cool and deep.

He originally wanted to give her away from this idea, but when he thought of the scenes just now, he also wanted to smoke a little bit.

He opened the drawer, took out the cigarette case and slid out a cigarette. Holding the cigarette case, he handed the cigarette to Ji Qing. Ji Qing did not take it with her hands, but leaned over, lowered her head, and bit the cigarette holder.

"fire."

Qin Heng cursed in his heart: Uncle!

He reached into the drawer and touched it, took out a lighter, lit it and put it under the butt of the cigarette she was biting.

Ji Qing lit the cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Not bad."

Qin Heng also lit a cigarette himself, "When did you learn to smoke?"

Ji Qing holds a cigarette between her fingers, half-smiling, "I'm under a lot of pressure at work, so I occasionally smoke a few cigarettes to relieve my stress, and then it becomes a habit."

The corners of her mouth were curved, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Qin Heng looked at the bright and charming woman in front of him behind a cloud of green and white smoke, as if he could see for a moment that the seemingly glamorous Mr. Ji was actually not as chic as he seemed.

She is also an ordinary person, she will be under great pressure, and there will be times when she can't stand it.

Ji Qing sneered: "You don't take it seriously, do you?"

Qin Heng stopped smoking and said, "Oh, I almost took it seriously."

"It's true."

Qin Heng's lungs hurt, this woman!

He stood up, opened the window, turned on the air circulation system in the office, and sat back in the chair.

Ji Qing looked around. Compared with the nowhere place he saw before, it was as clean and tidy as the two worlds. "Didn't you say that Dean Qin has won numerous awards abroad? Why doesn't he even have a certificate or trophy?"

Qin Heng dusted off the cigarette ashes, "It's enough to have a good reputation. Those things themselves are not valuable. They are only displayed for others to see. It doesn't matter if you don't display them."

There is a charm in his eyebrows that is not found in others, "Everyone who knows me knows that I am great, and those who don't know me will know me sooner or later."

If these words were said by others, they would definitely be called arrogant.

But he was Qin Heng, and Ji Qing resisted the urge to yin and yang him.

He does have this capital arrogance.

She took a puff of the cigarette, and when she smiled, the smoke overflowed from the corner of her mouth. She turned to look out the window at the three-dimensional face with bright features. Qin Heng glanced at it and looked away.

When he took another look, Ji Qing turned his head.

Eyes facing each other.

Qin Heng looked away naturally and blurted out for some reason: "The work pressure is so great, why don't you want to find someone to share it with."

The two of them were chatting like ordinary old classmates who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"I can't find anyone I can trust, and I'm used to being alone."

Qin Heng frowned, "Why would Ji Lin want to practice fencing?"

If it was Ji Lin, he was someone she could trust.

Ji Qing put her hands on the armrests of the chair, "His dream is to be an Olympic champion. As a sister, I can't hold an Olympics for him alone. I have to support his dream."

"You support his dream, but what about yours?"

Ji Qing glanced at Qin Heng's lowered eyebrows as he dusted off cigarette ashes, then turned to look out the window, "I have no dreams, all I care about is making money."

Qin Heng heard that her words were half true and half false, but he did not delve into which half was true and which half was false.

He suddenly remembered that Yang Xun said that she was not married, "Is that why you don't have time to fall in love?"

"It's so troublesome to fall in love and break up."

Qin Heng frowned, "There's no need to be so negative. There are also relationships that don't break up."

Ji Qing chuckled: "I don't have that much time to waste time on an uncertain thing."

This point coincides with Qin Heng's.

Ji Qing smoked a cigarette and reached for the cigarette case on the table.

Qin Heng, with quick eyesight and quick hands, held down the cigarette case, but he didn't expect to hold down her hand as well.

Because Ji Qing was too fast, he was anxious to stop him, but his force was a bit too strong, and he slapped the back of Ji Qing's hand with a snap.

"You hit me?" Ji Qing narrowed her eyes.

"I don't let you smoke." Hit her? Who dares to hit her?

In high school, she single-handedly took down a group of gangsters who bullied girls and became famous. Later, all the boys in the school were afraid of her.

At that time, some people heard that he was tutoring her and were very worried about his safety.

After all, Qin Heng gave people the impression of being a gentle man at that time.

Qin Heng recalled the past, and it seemed that she had never been beaten by Ji Qing. She still "respected teachers" and respected him as teacher Xiao Qin.

The most you can do is hit him with your schoolbag and scold him: Qin Heng, you piece of wood!

When Qin Heng let go, Ji Qing grabbed the pack of cigarettes, took out one from the inside, and said without raising his eyes, "Fire."

Qin Heng squeezed the lighter in his hand, and when she looked over, he shook his head helplessly, exhaled, lit a fire and moved it in front of her.

"Smoke half a stick." He began to bargain with her.

"Can you stop in the middle of pooping?"

Qin Heng took a breath.

Looking at Ji Qing, who looked like a strong woman in front of everyone, it seemed like back in the day, that little girl who had just transferred from Bincheng to Nancheng was just like that.

Qin Heng, just like before, resisted the urge to get angry and reminded her: "Can you speak in a more civilized manner?"

Ji Qing leaned back in her chair, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said word by word, "No, I can."

Qin Heng frowned with a headache.

At this time, Qin Heng's cell phone rang.

It was a call from the emergency department.

He smoked a cigarette and swiped the screen. On the other end of the phone was a nurse's voice: "Dean, Mr. Ji's assistant's wound has been taken care of."

"Okay, I know."

Qin Heng hung up the phone.

The two of them sat face to face, and it was not difficult for Ji Qing to hear what was on the phone.

She stood up and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "Thank you for your clothes and your cigarette."

Ji Qing left neatly.

Qin Heng looked at the three extinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray, and after a while he picked up a document to deal with.

Dusk was approaching, and the November evening wind was biting.

Qin Heng stood up and closed the window, and glanced at the half-open door of the lounge with his peripheral vision.

He walked in. The light in the bathroom was not turned off, and warm yellow light diffused from inside.

The bathroom floor was not dry yet, and there were still water marks left after Ji Qing took a shower. She left a hair rope on the sink.

Qin Heng stood at the bathroom door, took a look, turned off the light, and turned to leave.

After that, he never saw Ji Qing again.

It wasn't until Yang Xun arranged a gathering of old classmates during the Chinese New Year that he heard someone mention that Ji's Group was expanding its overseas business. Ji Qing went abroad a year ago, so he couldn't come to the gathering.

I heard from Yang Xun that for that project, Ji Qing would have to stay abroad for at least half a year.