Nouveau riche love story

The atmosphere in the car was very bad, very depressing, which made Chen Xingqiang very uncomfortable.

Even if this depression was provoked by himself, in his mind's perception, it would never be his fault.

For his two sons, even he himself felt partiality.There is no other reason. Although the younger son Chen Nuo has no words and deeds, and has a bad temper, he still thinks like him.As for Chen Jing'an, he was obviously raised by his side, and his appearance was probably [-]% like his, but his temperament was exactly like his mother's.

Thinking of these, Chen Xingqiang felt a little regretful. If Jing'an was like his mother, then he would definitely not count against his younger brother. Generosity and love are his nature.Then didn't I lose my temper just now to the wrong person?

But anyway, it's his own son, so it doesn't matter if he suffers from his own father.

The hospital where Chen Jingan worked was not too far from where he lived, even in the morning rush hour, it was only half an hour's drive.

After Chen Xingqiang stopped the car, he realized that half an hour was enough to make a slapped face swell badly.

What's the matter with a nice young man who goes to see a doctor with such a face?

He frowned, and wanted him to take a leave of absence, but before he could speak, Chen Jingan opened the car door, thanked him politely, and then walked into the hospital.

Chen Xingqiang's eyes are a bit complicated. Is it because he is too old to think too much, or he can't help his father? Why does he feel that Chen Jing'an is getting more and more like a temperless clay figurine? You throw gold or stones at him, he The response is always the same.

Too much respect, not enough affection...

The man almost walked into the hospital with his front foot, then calculated his strength with his back foot, and hit the pillar with his face on one side.

It turned red in an instant, and if the force was stronger, it might knock off a few teeth.

Anyway, in this regard, doctors know the best.

When Dr. Chen entered the department with a red and swollen face that "accidentally" bumped into the pillar, several nurses came over to apply ice packs to the male god.

Dr. Chen returned them a very embarrassed smile, and immediately harvested the little nurse who had just come to practice as his fan girl.

The older Dr. Wang in the department is an aunt in her fifties who is about to retire. While helping to dispense the medicine, she gave a few more words of advice: "Xiao Chen, you young people, please don't look at your mobile phone while walking, just look at it." , it's just hurting the skin, it's not a serious problem, but it will be troublesome if it hurts the eyes."

Dr. Chen nodded after hearing this: "I will definitely not look at my phone next time on the road."

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When Shang Xiaochen came home, there was no one at home, and it was time to go to work, so there must be no one at home.

He opened the door, went to his room, and fiddled with some of his illustrations.

It is beneficial to walk more and see more, and it is precisely because he has come into contact with more things in the past few days that he suddenly feels like writing like a god.

Firstly, he watched more and more, so it is easy to get inspiration. Second, he wanted to use this hobby as a job a few days ago, so he was naturally stressed. The paintbrush has a feeling of being inspired by love.

He made some paintings for a while, and simply made himself some food at noon.

The aunt at home asked for a month's leave for something, so he had to come by himself.Shang Xiaochen's cooking skills are neither good nor bad, but they are still edible.

After eating and drinking enough, draw the curtains and lie down on the bed, and then take a nap, there is really no more comfortable day than this.

Although Shang Xiaochen loves adoptive parents, he didn't like living with his family in the past. He likes to be quiet, and a room with too many people will make him feel flustered, but the king's father and queen mother are hospitable.

In the place where we live now, everyone eats together, and usually stays in the study or room without disturbing each other, and they are all happy to be at leisure.

He once saw a news about him being the only one who liked spicy food because the whole family didn’t like spicy food. Later, he found out that he was a lost child in Sichuan and Chongqing. He didn’t pay attention to it at the time. He was so quiet, maybe it was his own arrangement.

He has a special hobby. He turns off the lights in the room at night and turns on a small table lamp to illuminate a small light to make his paintings. The darker the night, the more inspired he is.

But recently, the facial contours of the hero he was talking about became more and more clear. This is obviously a good thing, but it cannot be shown to others.

Especially if you can't show it to your family, he has seen the Shang family's ability to slander people. If they see him secretly painting Dr. Chen as the leading actor, they will definitely laugh at him.

However, we can't blame him for using Dr. Chen's face, it's really good-looking, with a face full of masculine charm.

It's not handsome, it's not beautiful, it's an extremely indescribable kind of good-looking. In short, no matter what era you change to, that kind of face can't be the most trendy representative, and it will always make people feel good-looking.

It's not that he is biased, he only uses Dr. Chen as the protagonist, and doesn't use the face of his elder brother Ji Feiyun. It's because Ji Feiyun is a bit too eye-catching as an actor. Once he is drawn, people will definitely recognize him.

Knowing a writer or a painter is actually a little scary thing, you don't know when you will be secretly caught and used as a reference person.

He was still sleeping at three o'clock in the afternoon when he was woken up by the noise of the doorbell.

Shang Xiaochen scratched his head, forcibly struggled out of the bed, went downstairs and opened the door, there was a courier boy standing at the door.

The delivery man was a young guy in his early twenties, exuding a youthful atmosphere, holding his courier full of vigor, and at first glance he was a boy full of enthusiasm for life.

"Hello, your courier?" The courier boy showed his white teeth as soon as he spoke. "The Master sees you" probably refers to such a boy.

"Who is it for?" Shang Xiaochen asked casually.

"Oh, it says it's received by Shang Yunjie."

It was a small package, the size of a mobile phone box, and Shang Xiaochen helped to sign for it, took the courier and put it in the living room, rubbed his eyes and went back to his room.

As soon as he closed the door on this side, the "courier" on the other side walked a few steps quickly, took off his work clothes when he left the community, took out a hidden camera from his hat, and carefully checked the pictures inside. It was clear and accurate. Turned on the phone and made a call.

"Hey, boss, the matter is over. Oh, okay, I will send you the photo right now, and we will continue to follow up on the later work."