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The beauty of campus life will only have a strong foil after formal work.

"Don't drink anymore." Jiao Xian was delirious, but his voice was coherent but he drew a long tone. He was supported by Xiang Chi and stood at the door of the bathroom, walking three steps away from the effect of thousands of mountains and rivers.

Drunk very thoroughly.

"If you drink again, you'll vomit." He covered Xiang Chi's mouth, shook his head limply, and then pressed his head against his chest, his eyes slightly open, trying to sleep or not.

After graduating, Jiao Xian did not continue to study for a Ph. D., but joined a pharmaceutical company with a glittering resume. High salary and high intensity are nothing. It's annoying, how can there be such a big addiction to have dinner after work at night and continue to drink a bunch of bottles and cans.

He didn't want to go, but he didn't go once or twice. After the third refusal, he realized from the yin and yang of his boss that this was not an addiction, but a necessity in the workplace.

He always mocked Xiang Chi for not being able to drink, but he didn't know that he was not as good as his husband's fraction, and it was the second time in two weeks that he was sent back by a substitute driver.

The last time Xiang Chi watched a major operation, when he came home in the middle of the night, he saw his baby lying on the sofa, frowning and stiff neck for two days.

It was a coincidence today, as soon as Xiang Chi opened the door, he caught a little fox that had fallen into his arms, and the man fell asleep directly against the anti-theft door.

Xiang Chi was restless, full of thoughts of locking him at home.

"This is tea, not wine. Be good, drink a little." He tilted his head and broke away from the fox's paw, patiently coaxing the little drunk who was not on the same channel with him, holding the warm tea while fearing that he would fall while fearing that the water would spill Yes, it can be said to be in a hurry.

The hairy head in his arms turned left and right, put his cheek on his shoulder instead, arched his waist, frowned, and said in a rambling voice: "Work is so boring, I don't want to drink."

Jiao Xian raised his hands to wrap around Xiang Chi's back of the neck, and said aggrievedly: "Drinking your mother's wine, is the experiment not fucking annoying enough?"

He actually scolded someone.

Before Xiang Chi could speak, he smiled to himself again: "No, it's not annoying to do experiments, it's fun to do experiments."

This experiment is not another experiment, Xiang Chi was angrily laughed at by being so drunk that he could still find the parking lot.

He hesitated for a moment and still had nothing to do with the little drunk, so he simply bent down and hugged one with one hand, lifted him back to the bedroom, and whispered: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it, I will support you."

Jiao Xianneng can't bear it anymore, Xiang Chi can't help it anymore, he thinks about having dinner and drinking after get off work, don't he have a private life?They also engage in workplace kidnapping, what the hell are they!

The little fox leaned on the bed. Although soaked in alcohol, his thoughts were unexpectedly clear, and he ruthlessly retorted: "You can't support it. Your salary is only enough to support a car." The tone was sticky and soft, but the content was powerful and shocking.

Xiang Chi: "..."

Heartbroken.

The money he currently earns is indeed only enough to maintain a car, and Xiang Zong, who has an unlimited future, is still a little boy who eats soft food at this stage.

Xiang Chi changed his pajamas tirelessly.

It's hot summer now, but Jiao Xian still has to go to the headquarters in suits and leather shoes to hold the annual meeting. The big tail will not have much nutritious content. After the end, it is logical to have a departmental dinner and play some uninnovative drinking games. But it is a tried and tested panacea routine for instilling newcomers.

He grabbed the little fox's narrow waist and wanted to turn it around, but he was completely attracted by the bright red on the cuff of the white shirt.

In the fashion industry, it can't be called red, it should be called dirty orange professionally, but Mr. Xiang doesn't care whether oranges are dirty or not, he only knows that this is a fucking lipstick mark!

He picked up the cuff and observed it carefully. It seemed that there was an external force interfering. The imprint dragged a series of long scratches. The lips were not thick, and the lip lines were clearly visible.

Xiang Chi: "...Damn..." He pinched the little fox's unconscious sleeping face, saw that he was frowning in his sleep and looked uncomfortable, he gritted his back molars and said, "Wait for you!" Wake up."

Then he changed his clothes with gritted teeth, and a button broke off halfway because of his rude actions.

On Saturday, Xiang Chi will be on duty to patrol the bed.

He has determined the direction of his career development in the field of neurosurgery. In the future, he is determined to do brain repairs, and the rotation of departments is gradually cancelled, and he begins to settle in the inpatient place outside the brain all year round.

Today, he is in a mediocre mood, not too bad. After all, he believes in the little fox. The broken lipstick mark is definitely not an ironclad evidence of cheating. If he brought it home so clearly, he first considered it as an unintentional mistake.But this didn't affect his response.

There is no part of the little fox's whole body that can be touched by outsiders, let alone his clothes, not even his clothes.

"Doctor Xiang." Xiang Chi was looking at the patient's data. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the boy on the bed who called him.

This child is [-] years old. After the college entrance examination, he took advantage of the long vacation to arrange an operation. He has a small thing in his head. So far, he has not seen much impact. However, the parents are worried that hidden dangers will accumulate into unimaginable consequences, so they decisively decide to have surgery. .

The operation will be in the afternoon, and the beds are so tight that the corridors are being used. He can still live in a single room, so the family should have some energy.

And this child did show the hypocrisy and self-willedness brought up by pampering. In a place like a hospital, it is very arrogant to ask which doctor or nurse to serve you like ordering food in a restaurant, but their director acquiesced.

"No problem, just wait for the surgery in peace." Xiang Chi put down the official report, his mind was full of the lipstick mark.

The colleague who was also called over by the "order" was very speechless. Doesn't the director's objection mean that the patient has status?You still have this attitude when you have identity?

"Xiaoxi, don't worry, adjust your mentality and don't be too anxious." He tried to remedy it, but the little boy was a little perfunctory.

He said: "Ah, I understand, thank you, Dr. Zheng." He hesitated for a moment, clutching the quilt, and said, "Can I have a private chat with Dr. Xiang? I have something to ask him."

Dr. Zheng and the nurse at the side were taken aback for a moment, looked at Xiang Chi without saying anything, and left with a look of "you have a good chat with him".

Xiang Chi put away his pen, put his hands in his pockets, and had already prepared a set of official yet polite words to respond to the patient's concerns about the condition, but the boy held back for a long time, and said, "Doctor Xiang, I, I look like this , isn't it ugly?"

Xiang Chi: "...?"

For brain surgery, shaving the head is a standard procedure, and the whole floor is covered with cold hair, so there is nothing ugly about it.

"It's all the same, it's normal." Besides, why does a boy care so much about beauty and ugliness?

The boy choked, then softened his tone and said pitifully: "I'm a little scared, I'm going to cut my head, I'm so nervous just thinking about it."

Xiang Chi shut his mouth, his patience sank quickly.

For several days, a boy came back and forth saying that he was afraid and nervous, calling his name like a cowboy and letting them, these busy doctors and nurses, coax him, owe you money?

The 7-year-old girl in the corridor bed who also had surgery in the afternoon was fiercer than him, and when she came, she saw her calmly playing xiaole.

"Watch TV or play games when you're nervous." He raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "I still have something to do..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the boy hurriedly said, "Hey, Doctor Xiang, I..."

Xiang Chi looked back at him, with a calm expression, but the scare index was almost full. The boy was taken aback, and asked bravely, "I, I asked you on WeChat before, why didn't you reply to me?"

Speaking of this, Xiang Chi still felt baffled.One of his colleagues recommended his Wechat to this patient, so he just added it, and just ignored it. Besides, he asked questions that he was too lazy to answer, so he kept pretending not to see it, and almost never replied.

He stared fixedly into the boy's deer-like eyes, and suddenly realized.

It’s not without reason that his peach blossom trees can grow on the saline-alkali soil, the most important of which is that he can’t detect other people’s thoughts, but the lack of flowers does not mean that there are no flowers. Except for the most precious flower of the little fox, I’m afraid it will grow again now. One needs to be cut off.

"Too busy, ask the doctor on duty if you have any questions."

After speaking, he turned and left.

He suddenly remembered the only small conflict with the little fox, and somewhat understood Jiao Xian's situation at that time.

The other party didn't expressly like it at all, but just pestered to find other topics. If he came up, he would tell others that he had a partner, which seemed to be narcissistic and out of his mind.

Kind of annoying.

Lipstick marks are even more annoying!

Now it was just a lunch break, Xiang Chi immediately took out his phone, not knowing if it was a tacit understanding, Jiao Xian actually called first.

"Hello." His voice was hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

Xiang Chi's prepared tough attitude softened, but he blurted out: "There is lemon tea in the kitchen, have you drunk it?"

Tsk, what's going on?

He pursed his mouth angrily, and heard the baby chuckle and said, "I'm drinking."

He responded coldly: "Yes." Then there was no more text.

Jiao Xian was very polite, and took the initiative to reflect: "I will reflect."

"What are you reviewing?"

"Lipstick marks." The little fox said with a smile, without the slightest hint of introspection.

As soon as he woke up in the morning, besides the photo frame with notes on the bedside table, there was also his white shirt, which smelled of alcohol, and with the cuffs on, a clear lipstick mark stood out from the white.

Fortunately, he did not lose his mind when the incident happened, and his complete memory was not fragmented.

He proved his innocence to his husband in the same way: "Last night we played a game together, and the loser took a big risk. A male colleague got the risk of putting on lipstick. Later, a group of us went to sing, and he fell at the door. I helped him For a moment, it may have been rubbed against me at that time."

He still remembers that the female colleague who was forced to donate lipstick was very unhappy at the time. After being used by that person, she left the lipstick on the dining table and did not take it away. This made him even more confused about the meaning and value of these drinking table workplace culture.

Everyone is reluctant, but they still have to force each other to pretend to like and cooperate more, which is contradictory and sick.

"I made a mistake baby, and I will avoid it in the future." Jiao Xian was laughing the whole time, thinking that he was talking about some happy topic without listening to the content, and he couldn't see any attitude that he should have.

"Hmph." After Xiang Chi snorted coldly, the corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably, and he didn't know why he just wanted to laugh along with him, which was very unprincipled.

"Okay, pay attention in the future." He forced his tone, and said ruthlessly: "But this time, the death penalty can be avoided and the living penalty cannot be escaped. You can figure out a plan by yourself, and I will give you a long memory at night."

Jiao Xian picked up the water glass in his hand and said, "Oh, then I'll prepare a few more sets, it will leave a deep impression on me."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Chi suddenly felt refreshed, and his irritability easily dissipated. Now he seems to be more motivated, and he is very much looking forward to the "family law" after get off work.