The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Even though Xie Lin had officially resigned from Xinsheng, for Fu Zhiyan, he still greeted some authoritative orthopedic experts in the hospital.

Looking at Xie Lin who was standing with other doctors in casual clothes, Fu Zhiyan endured and endured, before asking, "How is your book?"

Xie Lin looked as usual, nodded: "Not bad."

Fu Zhiyan knew Xie Lin well. Over the years, he had had countless disagreements with his family because of Xia You. Tang Li forced him to resign from the hospital this time, which must be the result of careful consideration.

"If you need any help, just ask," Fu Zhiyan leaned on the side of the hospital bed and said earnestly, "It's not uncommon to invest in artists now, and it can help you attract some customers."

Xie Lin replied with a smile: "Forget it, I don't want to live that kind of busy life for the time being, I still have to take care of my children."

When Xie Lin first took over Xinsheng, Xinsheng was no different from other private hospitals, except that it was backed by Xie's family, which covered it with a veil of mysterious capital.

However, since Schelling took over, great adjustments have been made in both the management model and personnel arrangement. Today's success of Xin Sheng Neng has a lot to do with the drastic changes he made back then.

But now, as an outsider, he can only watch the new sage growing under his own hands. Fu Zhiyan knows Xie Lin's pain.

"Why don't you stay here?" Xia You sat in the book bar with the designer looking at the blueprints. here.

The designer nodded and almost shed tears: "Mr. Xia, those of us who are engaged in art really have a good understanding. You don't know, brother Xie and I really can't communicate!"

Xia You couldn't help laughing, "He hasn't dabbled in this business deeply enough, so he inevitably wants to do things according to his own wishes."

The designer sighed, looked at Xia You who was sitting in the sun, and sighed, "You and brother Xie are really good together."

Xia You smiled, and remembered that Xie Lin was lying on the bed last night, hugging him from behind, buried his head in his neck, and told him aggrievedly how difficult it was for designers to communicate and how stubborn they were.

The two chatted for a while, and Xia You proposed some revisions to the design drawings, and the designer got up and left.

Xia You sent people to the door, but when he turned around, he saw Tang Li standing not far away.

Even though she is over fifty years old, Tang Li has taken good care of herself. Although she is not in her 30s and [-]s, her meticulous hairstyle and expensive clothes make her look beautiful and elegant.

But there was a trace of fatigue in her eyes that could not be ignored. Standing on the street and looking at Xia Youyuan, she obviously wanted to say something.

Unlike facing Chen Yiqing, although Tang Li didn't like Xia You, Xia You was not worried that Tang Li would hurt him, even if she despised him, she still had to consider Xie Lin.

Xia You hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Tang Li didn't intend to go forward, he took the initiative to walk over.

"Mom," Xia You called out.

Tang Li's complexion was complicated, Xia You's belly was already big, and he walked a little slowly, but his figure was still slender.

Tang Li suddenly thought of Xie Lin's questioning voice at the door of the operating room that day.