Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

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On the [-]th of January, another heavy snow fell in Kyoto.

The little gossip expert Zhao Xingjun brought a big news as soon as he got to work: "Did you know that the dean was taken away."

Cheng Mosheng thought that there was a problem with his choice of words and sentences: "What?"

"The dean was taken away." Zhao Xingjun repeated, "Just now, downstairs, two policemen took them away, and the frying pan was already blown outside."

Cheng Mosheng went outside to take a look, and it was indeed a mess.

"I heard that it involves medical malpractice and the use of power for personal gain. You should know about medical malpractice, and you have been involved in it, that is, the family member of the patient injured someone with a knife."

"How do you say that?"

Zhao Xingjun glanced around, and moved closer mysteriously: "Didn't the hospital cooperate with the police investigation and gave the result that the nurse who took the medicine made a mistake in the dose? Actually, it has nothing to do with the dose, but that there is something wrong with the medicine. Actually The truth is that the medicine was dropped, and someone made a real-name report, and it was only then that the dean was found."

He shook his head while talking: "I don't know whether it's true or not, but I hope the dean has nothing to do with this matter."

"Hopefully."

This sudden incident did not affect the internal operation of the hospital, the dean was absent, and the deputy dean was temporarily in charge of related matters.But if the evidence is really convincing, I'm afraid it will be ready to elect a new president.

The dean is about to fall. Naturally, some people are happy and some are worried, but these two emotions have nothing to do with the two neurosurgery doctors.Zhao Xingjun was sitting in the office with a cup of hot tea, and was revising a paper to be published in February. Cheng Mosheng walked to the window, and the outside was covered with snow, and the snow was still falling, with no intention of stopping.

After a while, I heard Zhao Xingjun say: "This year's snow seems to be very heavy. The last time I saw such a heavy snow was more than ten years ago. I feel that if it continues like this, the road will be closed."

"not sure."

Perhaps Zhao Xingjun has the potential of a crow's mouth. The snow is already thick when he gets off work, and he can rub a complete shoe print by stepping on it.Fortunately, the snow is a little lighter, and you can walk home at a slower pace. The radio in the car has been reminding citizens to be careful when the snow is slippery. There is also a yellow warning of blizzard. Citizens are requested not to go out unless necessary.

The snow just stopped on Cheng Mosheng's way home, and someone on the side of the road spontaneously participated in the snow removal activity, but the snow only stopped for a while, and within 10 minutes, the moment Cheng Mosheng arrived home, the wind that had stopped outside started again It raged, mixed with snow particles, and slammed on the glass windows of every house.

Wen Li got off work early today and was already at home. He went to the supermarket to buy a lot of fresh ingredients and asked Cheng Mosheng to stew pork ribs for him tonight.With a dedicated feeder around, Wen Li became more and more lazy to practice his cooking skills. Yao Wenlan joked that he was lucky. There are very few boys who can cook now, let alone working hard every day thinking of new tricks to feed a glutton up.

Cheng's mother said: "Sure enough, his father and I were right to train him. Otherwise, with his temperament, he might not even be able to get a wife."

These words were all joking in front of the two children. Wen Li curled his lips, muttering that if there is something good, of course he should eat it. Cheng Mosheng just smiled in a good temper, and then he had to seriously answer Yao Wenlan's words. When he met Wen Li, it was him. It was a stroke of luck.

Yao Wenlan smiled: "No matter who gets lucky, it's all good."

Ribs are gurgling on the casserole in the kitchen, and there are snack biscuits baking in the oven.During dinner, Wen Li drank a little wine, in order to prevent getting drunk again, he stopped drinking a glass.The new year will be in half a month, and the students have already started to enjoy the winter vacation early. The upstairs and downstairs are very noisy these two days, and I am afraid that the devil kings of various families have returned.

They still cook alone and wash dishes alone.There is a dishwasher at home. When he is busy, Wen Li throws the bowl in it. When he is not busy, he wipes the dish soap and washes it slowly. There are two people in total, two pairs of chopsticks, two bowls, and a few tablespoons for serving dishes. A plate is not too much.

The snow outside didn't stop when I was sleeping, but it meant that it was falling even more.Cheng Mosheng turned off the light, pulled the quilt to Wen Li's chin, and covered his eyes with his hands: "Sleep, maybe you won't have to go to work when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Wen Li said: "You are so happy not to go to work."

Cheng Mosheng replied: "Of course, whoever goes to work every day is happy."

"I think you are quite happy."

"It's nice to see you now."

A little love talk before going to bed has become a daily routine. Wen Yue has always slept well, and fell asleep after chatting with Cheng Mosheng.Cheng Mosheng, on the other hand, stared at the dark ceiling and counted the goats for a long time before feeling sleepy.

When I woke up the next morning, it was as Cheng Mosheng said, I didn't have to go to work.The snow is too heavy, travel is inconvenient, and the road is closed.

Wen Li opened the curtains, the snow was getting smaller and smaller, but it didn't stop, and there would be more delays in clearing the snow and clearing the road.Looking down from upstairs, I could barely see a few moving little people, walking to the supermarket at the gate of the community, and some came back, carrying daily necessities, fruits and vegetables in their hands.

Wen Yue also lived in Kyoto for a long time, but he has never seen such heavy snow.He opened the window, and the snowflakes with no fixed path fluttered all over his face, and the cold wind poured into the house unceremoniously, easily dispelling the overnight heating in the house.

He quickly closed the window, and the snowflakes on his body all turned into water droplets under the influence of room temperature.Cheng Mosheng asked him to change into his pajamas, and there were washed home clothes in the closet.

There is no need to go to class, but Wen Li still has a video conference to hold.The new product developed by the company has reached a critical moment, and it will be launched in less than a month. At this time, it is impossible not to pay close attention to it.

After breakfast at around eight o'clock, Wen Li was working in the study, and Cheng Mosheng was talking on the phone with Cheng's mother in the living room.Cheng's mother said that she wanted them to come last night, but she didn't call because of the heavy snow. She didn't expect that it would be even more inconvenient today. It seems that she can only wait for the snow to stop.

Cheng Mosheng asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Mother Cheng shook her head: "No, your second uncle sent someone to bring some seafood, and I want you to eat it together."

Cheng Mosheng smiled: "Eat what Second Uncle gave you, the place where we live is not far away, we can talk to Second Uncle if we want to eat."

Cheng's mother had no choice but to say, "You don't refuse the courtesy."

On Wen Li's side, everyone works at home, and they are all old men who are too lazy to tidy up. They come to the meeting with sleepy eyes, each wearing a chicken nest.Meng Zhu was even more outrageous, with messy curly hair, brushing his teeth while having a meeting, saying that he accidentally stayed up late last night, and didn't hear the alarm clock set this morning, so he almost missed the meeting time.

At the meeting was Meng Zhu's senior, who sighed, boy, take care of yourself, if Assistant Li catches you, your salary will be deducted.

Meng Zhu put the phone aside, rinsed his mouth, and said, so I didn't feel relieved because of Assistant Li's absence.

The seniors laughed, you are always easy to talk about.Mr. Wen, if you ask me, you should deduct his salary now to build up your prestige.

Wen Li said: "Come on, look at your own image, it's not much better."

The elders nodded one after another: "Indeed, it's always nice to have never heard of it."

In a trance, Wen Li seemed to have returned to the days when he started his own business. He couldn't help thinking whether men of his age were like this, or because he had a special physique that always provoked subordinates who loved to flatter him.

Everyone chattered back and forth and woke up after 10 minutes of dozing off. Wen Li patted the table and got ready for the meeting.At this time, Cheng Mosheng poked his head out from the door of the study and asked him what he would like to eat for lunch. Anyway, he is fine sitting at home, so why not do some preparations first.

Wen Li turned off the microphone, "Is the hospital busy?"

"Not busy at the moment." Probably because of the bad weather, there are fewer patients in the hospital today. At this time, the idle people in the general hospital group are eating the melons from the director yesterday, and the message is 99+ in a second. How lively.

So Wen Li thought about it, but he didn't think of something he particularly wanted to eat.The main reason was that he had just finished breakfast, his stomach was full, and he had no desire to think about the next meal, so he threw this problem to the cook: "Do whatever you want."

"Okay." Cheng Mosheng retracted his head, and closed the door for Wen Yue.Before Wen Li turned on the microphone, Cheng Mosheng opened the door again and asked, "When will you finish the meeting?"

"About two or three hours?"

"Ok."

When Wen Li closed his wheat, he had to face a burst of ridicule when he came back. This is the end of getting too close to the employees, and he has no majesty as a boss at all.Wen Yue cleared his throat, put on a stern face, and told them to eat less melons and focus more on their work, so that the bonus at the end of the year would be higher.

"Mr. Wen, it's only January, so it's too early for the end of the year."

"Isn't it the Spring Festival soon, and you don't want to take money home for the New Year?"

"Of course I did."

"Then stop chattering."

"Got it, Mr. Wen." Several people present swiped their screens one after another, made a salute expression, and finally refrained from talking nonsense, and devoted themselves to work.

The meeting lasted for a long time, until someone shouted "It's time to eat" in the video, and everyone realized that it was time to eat.All the technicians present at the meeting today, because they had to do the last debugging before the launch of the new product, they chatted for a long time without realizing it. Wen Li looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and it was almost past twelve o'clock.

"Let's end here today." He said the meeting was over, Cheng Mosheng knocked on the door at the right time and came in, asking him if it was over, he was ready to cook.

"just ended."

Wen Li glanced out the window, the snow seemed to have stopped, he walked to the window and saw that there were many middle-aged young people with iron catalpas in the community, and they were shoveling the snow at the door of each house.After a while, the snow-covered path was exposed, a long and narrow path.

Cheng Mosheng was also lying on the window watching. A tightly wrapped doll came out from behind the adult's buttocks. He stepped on the path and fell into a squatting position.Wen Li couldn't help laughing, watching the adults next to him pick up the little doll and pat his back to coax him, the weather was too cold, even though the snow on the road had been shoveled, there was a thin layer of ice underneath, making it a bit slippery .

Cheng Mosheng touched Wen Li's hand hanging by his side, and frowned: "Why are your hands still so cold when the heater is turned on in the room?"

"Is it cold?" Wen Li rubbed his hands together, "I think it's okay."

Cheng Mosheng held his hand: "It's really cold."

Wen Li pushed him out to cook: "You are too angry."

Then I heard someone in the room say: "Hey, Mr. Wen and Mr. Cheng have such a good relationship."

The sudden sound startled Wen Li, but it was Cheng Mosheng who pointed at the computer that was turned on: "Did you turn off the video?"

Before Wen Li went to confirm, someone answered him: "Mr. Wen, your video has not been returned!!"

Wen Li: "..."

He angrily stepped forward and closed the computer.

How could someone not quit the meeting after the meeting ended?

I really don't understand.

The author has something to say: I want to finish it in August, but with my current pigeon method, it seems a bit dangerous(?)