Life With You

Song Xi was indeed very beautiful in her heart. She had never thought about getting married, but she secretly got married. Someone was cruel and hurtful at first, but recently she was kind and sweet, and even talked sweetly from time to time. Her love went smoothly, and her career also went smoothly.

Song Xi's recent papers published on ISSN and CN have aroused great response. Jiang Zongheng said that the ability assessment in a while will be just a formality for her, and she will not be able to escape the associate professor position this time.

Many new doctors and nurses have changed their name to Director Song in private. Even Ling Yue was happy for her and said: I was almost thirty when I became an associate professor, and you are not yet twenty-seven. Let me... As a senior brother, where do you put your face?

Song Xi knew that he was deliberately teasing, so he replied smoothly: You can't say that. It will take more than a year to get the certificate after the exam. I will be twenty-eight by then, and you refused the Massachusetts General Hospital cardiology program. For the people invited by the center, we...can at most be considered a tie.

In front of acquaintances, Song Xi never hides her pride. She is already very good. In Han Chunmeng's words: talented and outstanding.

The corners of Ling Yue's lips curved slightly, Find a time to have a meal and celebrate you in advance.

Song Xi said: Looking at the forced smile on your face now, how are you and Xiaowen doing recently?

When Qiao Aiwen was mentioned, Ling Yue subconsciously looked away, and the smile on his face disappeared. He returned to a calm face, opened his thin lips, and said aloud: That's it.

Song Xi asked: How does it feel like that? Are you in contact every day now?

Ling Yue was half angry and half frustrated and replied: 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 and said, I know you are having a happy event, and I am happy for you, so I won't laugh with you.

Song Xi finally laughed openly and said, What are you doing? You can't find Xiaowen, so you're just venting your anger on me.

Ling Yue began to look through the medical records seriously again. Song Xi's eyes were bright and he said loudly: It's easy to call Xiaowen, use my mobile phone.

Ling Yue lowered his gaze and opened his thin lips: No, thank you.

The curve of the corners of Song Xi's lips widened: Don't be embarrassed to be so polite to me. I really can't have a drink.

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

Song Xi shook his head, I'm not busy.

Ling Yue said: I'm busy.

Song Xi curled her lips and tested again before leaving, You really don't want to fight? Then I can leave.

Ling Yue lowered his head and said, I won't send it away.

Song Xi gave a very light 'cut' sound: If you have the ability, just endure it like this. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Be careful that someone in the distant United States takes advantage of the situation and sneaks in.

After that, Song Xi closed the door and left without giving Ling Yue a chance to ask.

Ling Yue's eyes froze, and the first thing that came to his mind was Zhou Zheng's face. The look in Zhou Zheng's eyes at Qiao Aiwen clearly showed restrained desire and repressed desire to have such a person by her side... To be honest, He really didn't know whether Qiao Aiwen would be shaken.

My heart is very anxious, and my heart aches every time I think of her. It has been more than a week since I last called her when I was drunk, and the two of them have not contacted each other again.

Ling Yue asked himself, he was not a stalker, so the last drunken confession was the limit. He felt that he had made it very clear that he liked her and wanted her to come back. As for whether she wanted her back or not. Coming back is her freedom.

While persuading herself to resign herself to her fate, she couldn't help but secretly browse Qiao Aiwen's Weibo. Recently, she hadn't posted anything about her status. She was angry when she did, and anxious when she didn't. This feeling of being restless and scratching her heart and lungs, It makes me want to die.

Just now Song Xi mentioned taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Yue's eyes could no longer tolerate any words on the medical records. Everything he saw looked like Zhou Zheng, just like a treasure in his pocket. Before he could take a closer look, he was caught by someone in the blink of an eye. The thief stole it.

This mood bothered him until he got home from get off work. Ling Yue got a new mobile phone card and sat on the sofa in the living room with two bottles of beer on the coffee table in front of him.

Qiao Aiwen's number was already familiar by heart, so Ling Yue dialed it directly. It was only seven or eight in the morning in the United States. The phone was connected, and a drowsy voice came from inside, with a heavy sleepiness, Hello?

With just one word, Ling Yue's heart moved. After a moment of silence, he said, Aren't you going to come back?

Qiao Aiwen on the other end of the phone recognized his voice, and paused obviously. After a while, she said, Do you want to see me for anything?

Ling Yue said: If nothing happens, can't I call you?

Qiao Aiwen paused again, and after a few seconds said: Are you drunk again?

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

Qiao Aiwen smiled lightly, and it seemed that she thought he had drunk too much.

The two of them were silent at the same time. No one spoke, and no one hung up. I don't know how long it took, but Ling Yue finally asked: What are you doing?

Qiao Aiwen deliberately protracted her voice and replied in a knowing but slightly disgusting tone: Isn't it obvious? I was woken up by a drunkard while I was sleeping, and I'm annoyed.

Ling Yue raised the corners of his lips lightly, and then said calmly: How is the weather over there?

I didn't open the curtains, so I don't know.

Ling Yue said: I thought the weather was very good, but you were reluctant to come back.

Qiao Aiwen said: There is nothing in Night City that requires me to go back.

Ling Yue asked: Is there anyone you want to see?

Qiao Aiwen replied quickly: Those who want to see me will naturally come to me.

Ling Yue was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: Don't you miss me?

After Qiao Aiwen paused, she immediately smiled exaggeratedly and said while laughing: Your imagination is not so strong after drinking too much. Why should I miss you?

Ling Yue said: You said you like me.

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

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

Qiao Aiwen said: I was ignorant before, so you can see the joke.

Ling Yue asked: Then do you still like me now?

Qiao Aiwen: ...

Some words hurt herself if they were true, and hurt others if they were false. Even if she knew he drank too much, she still didn't want to hurt him.

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

Ling Yue said: The worst I can do is get scolded by the director.

Qiao Aiwen said with a smile: That's really fair. I thought your favorite thing in your life was your patients.

Ling Yue Tongcheng chatted with her in his drunken state for several hours. In the end, Qiao Aiwen couldn't help but hang up because he had to go to work tomorrow.

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

Look how scheming he is now. In order to talk to her, he started acting.