I'm salted after I'm dressed as a dog blood substitute

In the city hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.

Xing Zimo and Academician Hao made an appointment to meet at four o'clock in the afternoon. He was alone, knocked on the door a few times, and the inside answered quickly, telling him to come in.

As soon as he saw the visitor, Academician Hao immediately stopped his work and asked about Xing Zimo's recent situation.

Academician Hao is at the same age as Xing Zimo's father. The two have been friends since childhood. With this connection, they also care about Xing Zimo.

It is difficult for ordinary people to make an appointment with Academician Hao. As long as Xing Zimo makes a phone call, he can quickly arrange a time to meet.

In Xing Zimo's eyes, this is good for him, and it is also a palpable compensation for him.

"Mr. Xiao Xing is here." Academician Hao himself is far less serious than the text message, and occasionally he likes to joke, "Today's spirit is good, what good things happened?"

It was only then that Xing Zimo noticed that the corners of his mouth were always hanging upwards, and he coughed lightly, "Academician Hao, don't call me that. It's a great thing that the work goes well."

"You too, it's been so long, you still don't want to call me uncle?" Academician Hao laughed.

Xing Zimo pursed his lips and stretched out his arms, "Come on."

Academician Hao knew what Xing Zimo meant, so he didn't say anything more. He measured Xing Zimo's pulse according to the basic procedure, listened to the heartbeat, rolled his eyelids, and looked behind his ears, everything was normal.

Record the data in a file, and ask while typing, "How do you feel recently, do you still remember some episodes that haven't happened?"

Xing Zimo paused when he put his cuffs on, and said lightly, "No."

In the first few times, he would give Academician Hao a positive answer.After a long period of time, I discovered that those fragments did not happen, but that he was reborn.

When he was in college, he accidentally received a courier, which was a book called "Slag Gong's White Moonlight Is Back".

After flipping through a page or two, some non-existent pictures appeared in my mind.

He suddenly realized, that's right, he is that peerless scumbag, and he was reborn, and he is walking along the track that scumbag used to follow till now.

But Xing Zimo always firmly believes that since he is reborn, the past is the past, and he can only repeat the good mistakes and reverse the true emotions. He is by no means the same person as Xing Zimo in the book.

Tracing back to the source, the day he received the Dog Blood Book was the day he met Chen Yi for the first time.

The sound of academician Hao hitting the Enter key interrupted Xing Zimo's thoughts, put his hands together on the table, and continued to ask Xing Zimo, deliberately pinching two words: "By the way, the relative you mentioned on WeChat is not here? "

Perhaps because of Xing's father's will, Academician Hao will use the name of a doctor to show care and concern for Xing Zimo's private life, intentionally or unintentionally.

Xing Zimo naturally knows what the other party wants to know, he has long been used to it, and always avoids it deliberately.

"No, he asked me to ask." Xing Zimo put down his cuffs, and the aggrieved look of Chen Yi lowered his eyebrows last night appeared in his mind, "Academician, what do you mean by having a preliminary judgment?"

Academician Hao turned the computer screen and faced Xing Zimo directly. On it was a piece of medical research information. The research topic was "gateway effect". He would selectively forget some simple and unimportant things in order to store important people and information.

On the contrary, Chen Yi couldn't remember important things, but remembered how Xing Zimo had neglected him, and even had the illusion that Xing Zimo had hurt him deeply.

Academician Hao pointed to the screen, "According to what you described, the situation is the opposite. The patient seems to have rejection of the people close to him, or he has forgotten the experience with his lover. The initial judgment may be that he was stimulated and rejected those memories. There is also a case where a similar situation has occurred, which is called "corrosion-like central nervous system damage." "

The basement of the hospital.

As soon as Xing Zimo drove the car out of the parking lot, the phone rang. It was Chen Yi.After connecting, the other side was silent for two seconds, and the voice sounded unnatural, "Well, I'm off work."

"Think about what to eat later, and I'll be there in 10 minutes." Xing Zimo didn't drive to work today. After meeting him in the company restaurant, he asked Chen Yi for the car keys, and promised to pick him up later for dinner to compensate for the bowl of noodles.

The car stopped on the opposite side of the road, Chen Yi covered half of his face with his palm, looked around, and when the light turned green, he trotted along the sidewalk and approached, quickly opened the co-pilot and got in.

Xing Zimo didn't understand it very well, but he just felt that he was really out of his mind.

In the hospital, after academician Hao finished the call, he paused for a while, and said: Generally speaking, the brain is broken, and there is no medicine to cure it.

Chen Yi looked out of the window, and there were passersby passing by. No one from the studio noticed this, so he was relieved.

It can be said that eating at a table is a coincidence, but a car is not simple.If someone found out that he was involved with the boss of a big company, he would definitely think that he got the job through the back door.

This kind of preconceived notion is difficult to break, and if it is serious, it will be looked down upon and targeted by others.It is best to avoid misunderstandings.

"Next time you're excited, run slower." Xing Zimo curled his lips and started the car in a deep voice.

Chen Yi blinked, and said nonsense, "I'm afraid you will be fined for parking indiscriminately."

Xing Zimo: "..."

As for what to eat, Chen Yi had no idea. In the end, Xing Zimo drove to the restaurant he frequented and went straight to the VIP floor.

As soon as he came in, Chen Yi looked around cautiously as if he had never seen the world before, and then followed the waiter to his place without looking sideways, without saying a word.

The menu was handed in front of him, and after flipping through several pages, the names of the dishes were all literary styles that he could not understand, so he quietly glanced at Xing Zimo.

Fortunately, Xing Zimo didn't give him the chance to embarrassingly talk nonsense about the name of the dish, so he ordered a meal for two.As soon as the waiter left, Chen Yicai shrugged his shoulders and picked up his phone to reply to the message.

The moment he lowered his eyes, a line of sight poked over from the opposite side, accompanied by a soft sigh.But Chen Yi didn't notice.

The continuous vibration of the phone is Tao Yin's blessing.

[Tianbao: Yiyi, you are working in a private company!congratulations!My big boy is so proud! 】

[Tian Bao: Where is it?How are you treated?How are the boss and colleagues?Does Mr. Xing know? 】

[Tianbao: I'm going to dance tonight, are you coming?Let me uncork you an '82 Lafite to celebrate. 】

Those questions were thrown at Chen Yi like a pea shooter. Tao Yin's character of talking to himself didn't need his answer at all. Just as he was about to reply, the other party sent another one.

[Tianbao: I also have a good thing, I added the male god on WeChat! !Tonight he and his friends will come too hahaha =v=]

The "forget it or not" in the box was completely deleted, and Chen Yi re-entered: "What time is it?"

Tao Yin kept his mobile phone in his hand, and replied in seconds: "The disco dance must be in the early morning. See you downstairs at eleven o'clock... what?"

Last time I missed my idol by fate, I hope God will hear his appeal and give him a chance this time.

"What are you laughing at?" Xing Zimo asked coldly.

Chen Yi looked up and saw Xing Zimo's pasta, the corners of his mouth suddenly became hot, and he lowered his head even harder, "No."

After thinking about it, after all we are under the same roof, it is better to say, "Tao Yin asked me to play at night."

Before waiting for an answer, I only heard the sound of a fork hitting a porcelain bowl, which was crisp and had a small echo.

Chen Yi trembled inexplicably, like a frightened bird, waiting for Xing Zimo's next words.

Like those written in those novels, such as "Who are you going to go out to hook?" "You double still want to run around like a wild horse?" I can’t learn from my Bai Yueguang to be quiet.” and so on.

Chen Yi pondered in his heart, Xing Zimo said: "Is it the bar from last time?"

"No." Last time the bar couldn't dance, Chen Yi clenched his knife and fork tightly, "What's wrong?"

Xing Zimo wiped his mouth and said reassuringly, "Go home early and feed the rabbit."

Chen Yi: "..."

The final dessert is already on the table, it is very delicate, just looking at it makes people want to try it.

Unexpectedly, the joy was broken by a voice that ruined the atmosphere, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Xing? How strange, if you want to meet again, you have to meet by chance."

The voice sounded a little loose, like drunk.

Chen Yi looked at Gan Feng, whose face was smoky, hugging the shoulders of a beautiful woman for support, his legs were a little staggered, and he seemed to have drunk a lot, so he was quite accurate in recognizing her.

Chen Yi's face was not very good-looking, and he silently put down the fork in his hand.

Xing Zimo ignored the rudeness, and Gan Feng became even more energetic, clamoring for the beauty to help him sit down.

Seeing Xing Zimo's expressionless face, the beauty didn't dare to help her, and was frightened by Gan Feng's voice, she was in a dilemma but had to follow suit.

"My legs are a little sore, Mr. Xing doesn't mind if I sit for a while?"

Gan Feng chuckled, pulled the stool and sat down on his own, the table shook slightly when he bumped into it, and the knives and forks were turned around, making fidgety noises.

This dessert was too much to eat, Xing Zimo saw that Chen Yi moved his seat and sat next to him, apparently with a lingering fear.

He said to Gan Feng: "Mind."

"Mr. Xing is still like this. He is as ruthless to people as he is to business..." Gan Feng looked dizzy with the smell of alcohol in his mouth, but his eyes could not deceive people. He knew what he was doing. Chen Yi, Mr. Xing still keeps it."

Xing Zimo narrowed his eyes, full of danger.

Gan Feng pretended not to see it, turned to look at Chen Yi, and smiled even wider, "Do you remember me? I met you in the bar a few days ago, and you even toasted me a glass of wine for your boss Xing."

His gaze moved down until it reached the part blocked by the edge of the table, and then moved up again, looking at Chen Yi's pursed lips, "Why are you so nervous? It can't be... afraid of me, right?"

Chen Yi glared at him, and ordered to evict the guest, "No, Mr. Gan, your friend is still waiting for you."

Two tables away, a few people seemed to look this way, there were familiar faces inside, who were close friends with Gan Feng, and Chen Yi had an impression.

Gan Feng waved his hand, "Let them wait, I'm here to discuss business with Mr. Xing."

What business has to catch up with this time?

Chen Yi glanced at Xing Zimo. The latter's face was obviously darkened, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

Chen Yi winked at the beauty, and the other party quickly understood the meaning, for fear of offending Mr. Xing.

She took Gan Feng's arm and said coquettishly: "Mr. Gan, how can you talk about business when you are so drunk? Didn't you agree to come to celebrate my birthday with me today?"

Gan Feng squinted at the beauty, squeezed out a word from between his teeth, "Get lost." Then he quickly changed his face, picked up the red wine that Chen Yi had never drunk before, and said leisurely: "These two days I've been thinking, how can that video fail to arouse Mr. Xing's interest. I just realized it after watching it today, and it turns out—it's Mr. Xing's darling and I don't know."

The author has something to say:

Xing Zimo: I love to hear only one thing you said, right Chen Xinganer.

Chen Yi: The subway, the elderly, looking at the phone jpg.

13. Chapter 13