I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

The more Wen Ziyang thought about it, the angrier he became, but his expression became more and more calm. Song Zhou didn't notice her anger when he was so close.

"What do you want?"

Song Zhou looked at her for a moment, and the answer was obvious.

Wen Ziyang was a little weak, sighed, and tried to talk to her, "No matter what you want, let me go first, what does this look like, please be more mature."

"..."

Wen Ziyang sat up, straightened his messy hair, took out the portfolio in his bag and threw it at Song Zhou, "I don't think you want to talk about it anymore, I will contact you when I am sure about Qiulin's treatment plan, I hope you don't bother me before this."

"Don't go... I need you very much." Song Zhou pulled away the sharp shell, and pulled Wen Ziyang's clothes softly.

Wen Ziyang looked down at her, because Song Zhou lowered his head, she couldn't see her expression, but her shoulders drooped and her back was bent, she looked inexplicably like a large abandoned dog.

"This trick doesn't work for me." Wen Ziyang ruthlessly shook off her hand, turning around without any hesitation.

Long after Wen Ziyang left, Song Zhou sat motionless.

Since she was a child, she only knew that she had to try her best to grab what she wanted. No matter what the method was, as long as the goal was achieved, it was a good way.

Maybe Wen Ziyang is not such a cold-blooded person, but it just so happens that he is not the one she cares about.

Thinking of this, Song Zhou laughed at himself. In this decadent state, he exhausted his strength and lay down on the bed, wrapped his arms around the pillow, and hugged him tightly.

Here, it seems that there is still her smell.

……

Three days later, Wen Ziyang called and asked Song Zhou to go to the hospital. This was a good opportunity to formally apologize, and Song Zhou woke up early.

"Aren't you going to work today?" At the dining table, Song Qiulin asked suspiciously. He was dressed in formal clothes all day, but today he changed into casual clothes for an unprecedented time, and even changed his perfume...

"What class do you have on Sunday?"

"Aren't you open all year round and love work the most?"

Song Zhou ate the last bite of salad on the plate, and smiled at Song Qiulin, "I'll give myself a day off, why, do I still need your approval?"

"..." I think you are not on vacation, but in spring.

Song Zhou is now completely familiar with several nurses who are on shift. Among other things, her highly recognizable face is unforgettable.

"Miss Song, how did you make an appointment for a working day today?" The nurse greeted her.

Song Zhou, "Dr. Wen called me today for something."

"Oh~" the nurse nodded meaningfully, "Go in that one, she's empty now."

"Okay, thank you."

Song Zhou walked to the door and knocked on it.

"Please come in."

She opened the door and went in, "Here I am."

Wen Ziyang wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses today. The metallic color matched her smooth and fair complexion very well, and she looked more elegant than usual.

"Sit." She cut straight to the point, "I gave Qiulin a psychological evaluation two days ago. The good news is that her mental state is still in a relatively healthy state, and she is excreting negative energy regularly. The bad news is that she has appeared now. The initial symptoms of personality disorder, memory loss, hormone imbalance, etc..."

Song Zhou listened carefully, and when Wen Ziyang said the key point, he would repeat it with a smile to confirm, letting her know that he had listened.

"In short, what I hope is that she can be admitted to the hospital for a comprehensive examination as soon as possible, but it is almost the end of the semester, and she is also a senior high school student. I am worried that telling her the truth will affect her performance in the exam. The main reason for calling you today The purpose is also to discuss this, I would like to ask the guardian's intention."

Song Zhou felt that his body seemed to be divided into two parts at this time, one half was seriously responding to Wen Ziyang's question, and the other half was hiding in the dark and faintly excited, because Wen Ziyang's serious expression at work was so attractive to her.

The hand on her lap had unconsciously clenched into a fist, but she tried her best to endure it. With the lessons learned from the past, she never dared to act rashly again.

"Okay, that's about it. If you have anything else you want to ask, you can ask me now." Wen Ziyang leaned back in the chair, picked up the water glass and took a sip of water.

Song Zhou's eyes fell on her moistened lips, his eyes were dark, "No."

"Then...that's fine." Wen Ziyang put down his glass and took out a document from the drawer again, "I just have something else to tell you."

Song Zhou took the stack of materials, looking forward to it, but Wen Ziyang's next words hammered her into hell.

"I'll transfer your case to another doctor for you. To be on the safe side, I still need to ask for your consent. You can take a look at the profile of this doctor. He has made great achievements in the industry. I definitely think he is more suitable for you than me." Attending doctor." After Wen Ziyang finished speaking, he observed Song Zhou's expression, and saw that she was sitting there with her head bowed motionless, a little worried.

"Song Zhou?"

"Is that why you don't want to see me so anxiously to transfer me to someone else?" Song Zhou's air pressure was very low, and his voice was low.

"You misunderstood, I am indeed not an expert in this field, and your situation has obviously developed to a more serious state in the middle and late stages, I don't want to delay you, this senior, I have finally asked to come down and accept your case .” Wen Ziyang explained, not wanting her to misunderstand.

"I don't want any experts." Song Zhou raised her head, her eyes turned red at some point, she stared at Wen Ziyang and said word by word, "I only want you."

"Can……"

"I'm not in the right shape today, so I'm going back first." Song Zhou found himself a little scared to hear an explanation from Wen Ziyang's mouth, which undoubtedly pushed her further away, so she got up quickly and walked out.

When I came out, I bumped into Song Qiulin and Wen Yu who were sitting in the waiting area. It was probably because the expressions on her face were not pretty. They stretched their necks and looked at her with innocent and questioning expressions.

"She's inside, you go in." Song Zhou said to Song Qiulin.

Afterwards, for several days, Song Zhou was like a wind-up robot, and Song Qiulin seldom saw her even when eating.

Every time I order the takeaway by myself, and leave a copy for her in the refrigerator, but often when I get up early the next day, I will see that the takeaway is still in the same place.

Not long ago, the person who laughed and said that he gave himself a vacation suddenly turned into a workaholic mode, or the advanced version of the kind who doesn't eat face food. If it has nothing to do with what happened in the hospital that day, Song Qiulin would not believe it if he was killed.

But she also understands her sister's character, and it is more difficult to pry something out of her mouth, so she can only find another way.

After school on Friday afternoon, she came to Wen Ziyang's office at the appointed time, and after answering her series of questions cooperatively, she pretended to casually mention the matter of going to city C for the competition.

"Wen Yu and I are going to compete in City C next weekend, Doctor Wen, are you going?"

"Competition?" Wen Ziyang was stunned for a moment, remembering that Wen Yu had told her, "I'm going on a business trip next weekend..."

She took out her itinerary, and slid her fingertips to the date of next weekend, "You mean City C, I just happened to be going there too."

"That's great. If you're here, Wen Yu will be very happy." Song Qiulin gave Wen Ziyang his prepared tickets.

"Thank you." Wen Ziyang was not polite, and accepted the tickets for the game.

Song Qiulin nodded, then suddenly sighed, "But I also have a favor to ask Dr. Wen for help."

"what's up?"

"About my sister, she's been in a strange state recently. She often stays up late in the study until three or four o'clock and doesn't touch the food I put in the refrigerator. She didn't tell me what happened." Song Qiulin raised his eyelids, "It's been like this since Monday, I don't know if there is a problem with the company's operations, or something else, you are a psychiatrist, you can help and Does she talk?"

"It starts on Monday..." Wen Ziyang said silently, it was the last time the two of them met.

Song Zhou left with a bad expression, but Wen Ziyang didn't expect her to be so serious.

"Doctor Wen?"

"Ah, okay, I see, I'll try my best." Wen Ziyang smiled at her.

On Thursday afternoon, Wen Ziyang was on a business trip. He arrived by train in the morning, went out to listen to a lecture in the afternoon, and returned to the hotel at seven in the evening.

After getting out of the elevator and seeing the corridor, Wen Ziyang saw a familiar slender figure standing in front of his room door.

When she saw that figure, she came to her senses and laughed at herself. She said that Song Qiulin, who was so cold and cold, suddenly became talkative recently. She originally thought it was a side effect of the new medicine, but now she thought it was because she was clever and was misunderstood by her cleverness. A high school girl was cheated.

In this family, each acting skill is better than the other.

"I live on the opposite side. I didn't see the number on the room card just now. I thought this was my room..." Song Zhou turned around and found Wen Ziyang standing beside him, and quickly explained.

Seeing her worried about being misunderstood by him, Wen Ziyang thought it was funny and cute, but he pretended to be indifferent and nodded, "Well, 6 and 9 are not easy to recognize."

After speaking, she opened the door and entered the room, but did not go far, but leaned against the door to listen to the movement in the corridor.

Song Zhou stood there for quite a long time, during which time he tried to raise his hand to knock on the door, but he hesitated and didn't make a move. After a long silence, he turned and went back to his room.

Wen Ziyang didn't forget Song Qiulin's words. When she occasionally went out, she would check the opposite door. It should be to prevent the room service from disturbing her. Song Zhou hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.

Wen Ziyang often went out three or four times a day, and the sign was hung in place every time. From the angle of view, it was estimated that the people inside had never opened the door.

Until the next night, when Wen Ziyang was about to go to bed at two o'clock, the door next door opened once. She pricked up her ears and heard Song Zhou's footsteps going out.

Half an hour later, the sound of footsteps approached, and when she was about to reach the door, she heard the door card "beep", probably she had found the wrong door again, and Wen Ziyang heard it before she even thought about whether Song Zhou had checked the wrong room on purpose. There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and then there was no movement outside...

"Song Zhou?" Wen Ziyang had a bad premonition, she threw off the quilt and stood up to open the door.

When she opened the door, she obviously felt that there was a heavy object leaning on the door. As the door was opened a little by little, she saw the patient lying unconscious on the ground.

"Song Zhou!"

Wen Ziyang noticed that Song Zhou's complexion was not very good, his eyes were blue and purple, even his lips were white, and even his breathing was still weak even if he heard it close.

In the dead of night, Wen Ziyang didn't want to disturb the hotel staff, so he dragged Song Zhou into his room.

Wen Ziyang, who seldom does physical work, almost exhausted his whole body just to drag him onto the bed.

Initially estimated to be due to fatigue and mild malnutrition, Wen Ziyang made a cup of brown sugar water, beat him awake and fed him forcefully, then put on his coat and went to buy food near the hotel.

City C is warmer than City A, but it’s still cold in the morning wearing slippers .

"I want a big bowl of wontons, no vinegar, no spicy, no green onions, more soup."

"Okay, I'll do it for you now."

Ten minutes later, Wen Ziyang rushed back with freshly baked wontons, and found that the door of his room was open, and the person who should have been lying on the bed in the room was gone.

"Song Zhou?" Wen Ziyang put down the things in his hands, feeling a little flustered.

It's so late, where else can she go as a patient.

"I'm here……"

While Wen Ziyang was running out, she saw Song Zhou at the corner of the corridor. She even had time to put on her coat, and her long hair, which had been neatly combed all along, was in a mess, making her look in a bad state.

"I woke up and found you weren't there, I thought..." I thought Wen Ziyang ran out for a long time to avoid her.

"I'm going to help you buy food. Don't you feel hungry with such a bad complexion?" Wen Ziyang frowned, and pulled him closer to the house. Kill you, I found that you are more self-willed than Wen Yu."

Wen Ziyang couldn't stop thinking about people. This is a habit left by Wen Yu for many years. Song Zhou seemed very obedient and quiet in her chanting. He sat obediently and listened to her the whole time. A glass of water will be offered.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wen Ziyang realized that Song Zhou didn't reply.

"Because I like it." Song Zhou's eyes were clear, and he looked up at Wen Ziyang with serious attachment, "Go on scolding, I'm listening."

For a long time when I was a child, Song Zhou would deliberately do some rebellious things just to provoke scolding, but in the Song family, no one would ever talk about her like that. Her mother was taciturn, and her father stayed away all day and night. She made irresponsible remarks, and she felt bored after a long time, so she consciously stopped this childish behavior.

Now Wen Ziyang was talking about her with a look of hatred on the surface, but Song Zhou could see the concern for him from her concerned eyes.

"you……"

Song Zhou stretched out his arms to hug her, Wen Ziyang was standing, she was sitting on the bed, her head was only up to her waist, but she liked this position very much, after hugging someone, she buried her head in her abdomen, her cheeks Adhering to the soft touch, the tip of the nose is an obsessive fragrance.

"I won't force you anymore, can you stop avoiding me?"

Such Song Zhou looked very much like a wounded child. In fact, she was. Wen Ziyang's palm was suspended in the air for a while, and finally landed on the back of Song Zhou's head, just like she used to comfort Wen Yu. , Knead twice.

"I didn't hide from you. From a practical point of view, the senior I introduced to you is indeed more suitable to be your attending doctor than me. His experience is more experienced than mine. He has succeeded many times when he was working abroad. Your same case..."

From here on, Wen Ziyang's random thoughts were those that Song Zhou didn't like to hear. She frowned, straightened up suddenly, and before Wen Ziyang had time to react, she kissed her and successfully shut her up. .

"I can do whatever you say, but I only have one request." Song Zhou looked at her and said.

"Song Zhou..." Wen Ziyang looked a little embarrassed.

Song Zhou said first, "If I just want the qualification to chase you, can't I?"

She stared at her with almost cautious eyes. Wen Ziyang pursed his lips, realizing that he really couldn't refuse.

When did she become so soft-hearted.

"Huh?" Seeing that Wen Ziyang didn't answer, as if his thoughts had already flown away, Song Zhou kneaded her earlobe with his thumb, motioning her to come back to his senses, "How big-hearted are you, that you can still lose your mind after being confessed to?"

Wen Ziyang came back to his senses, lowered his head, and resignedly touched her forehead with his lips, "Yes."

There is only one simple word without reason, but it has already expressed Wen Ziyang's attitude. Song Zhou was overjoyed and hugged the waist in his arms even tighter.

"The next thing, if you don't like it, you can reject me..." The deep voice next to his ear was like a spell that would take people's hearts away. On wontons that were too late to be eaten.

The night is still very long, the button of the light is turned off by someone with a heart, and the darkness is a flaming flame on the dry firewood.

The trembling of the skin, the intertwined breathing warmed up and danced together in the air. At the moment when her mind went blank, Wen Ziyang stared at the person on her body. She thought that there might be some evil fate that could not be avoided no matter how hard she tried.

But since she couldn't avoid it, why didn't she try to enjoy it.

The arms scratching Song Zhou's back slid down after her body tensed and relaxed, and then went up along her body, wrapping around her neck, leaning against her ear and gently parting her red lips, "Slow down."

The hugging person froze, but when he realized it, he used a more violent attack to crush Wen Ziyang.

Nie Yuan, really Nie Yuan, the kind that cannot be avoided.

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In his previous life, Shen Yuqing had cramp in his hand when he got the trophy, but in the end, he fell into the hands of the white-eyed wolf slag for half his life, and retired silently.

After the rebirth, Shen Yuqing, with the soul of a retired old actor, put it on the young and beautiful boy group members who had just turned 20. The problem was that he found that this "Shen Yuqing" was actually a married teenager? !The marriage partner turned out to be an old acquaintance from his previous life.

Qi Bomu, the little boy who followed him around and called him "Uncle Shen" in his previous life, has grown into a cold and taciturn handsome man unknowingly. Instead of him who retired, he has become an unshakable myth in the new entertainment industry.

One very unfortunate day, Shen Yuqing accidentally bumped into Qi Bomu sitting furtively at his desk. Through the crack of the door, he saw the screen of his first movie, which he debuted before rebirth, on the computer screen. Human face, the handsome face with tight lines in the past was melted by rare tenderness, and then he opened and closed his beautiful thin lips a few times, expressing his suppressed feelings in a low voice, "Uncle Shen...Uncle Shen...I am so happy like you……"

The 20-year-old "self" has become a substitute for the 40-year-old self, how to break it?

Shen Yuqing petrified on the spot: I am dead, burn paper for something

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The daily life of other idols: a salad and vegetable weight-loss fanatic, a blogger live broadcast fan is busy, and he often stays in the gym in his free time;

Shen Yuqing: Soak goji berries in a thermos cup, Weibo is never open, and I do Tai Chi at home when I have nothing to do;

Acceptance speech of other idols: The people who make me feel the happiest are my fans. They have given me everything I am today. I love you all!

Shen Yuqing: You are still young, you need to be rational when chasing stars, read more books and newspapers when you have free time, and don’t surf the Internet all day and stay up late to affect your studies.

Fan: What am I chasing after? ? ?