My Professor Shen

"Buzz buzz~" The phone was flipped back, Shen Qingchuan glanced lightly and ignored it.

The sun shines on the table through the luxuriant leaves, the breeze blows gently, and the looming light spots dance. Shen Qingchuan quietly holds the pencil, outlines stroke by stroke with his hand, and looks at the line book with concentration.

"Snap!" The right hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and the tip of the soft lead pen was broken, leaving a striking black spot.

She clenched her hand slightly into a fist, rubbing the wound on her palm, and the pain calmed her down a bit.The paper on the desktop is laid flat, the lines in the upper part are smooth and natural, and the annotations are vigorous, while the lines in the lower part are crooked and jerky. Although I have been very careful, the written words are still like a dog planing, completely gone The strength of character is obviously made by one person, but it is quite different before and after.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly thought of what the doctor said "heal for life". The fingers of her right hand were curled up, and her left hand was clenched into a fist, with spots of scarlet oozing out of the gauze.

【elder sister. 】When Shen Qingchuan saw these two words, her heart trembled, she bit her lip, and finally deleted all the words in the dialogue box.

"Forget it." She smiled bitterly, murmured softly, and then turned the phone back.

"Dong dong dong." The door was knocked lightly, and the aunt in charge of cleaning hesitated for a while, "Miss, the master is here."

"No." Shen Qingchuan frowned, and the paper under his hands was crumpled.

"Master said he brought Dr. Liu." Auntie said bravely, she could not be offended by anyone, especially because of her injuries these days, Miss was very depressed.

Shen Qingchuan was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Understood, I'll come down right away."

She stacked the scattered manuscripts on the table, her fingers were trembling and unable to use force, so the size was not neat, and then she crumpled the paper that failed to draw just now into a ball and threw it into the garbage at her feet Inside the bucket, the wastebasket was tipping, and the furthest balls of paper had rolled to the corners of the bookshelves.

"Miss." Doctor Liu pushed Shen Li with one hand and the medicine box in the other, and bowed respectfully towards her.

"En." Shen Qingchuan replied lightly.

In the past few days, she has been soaking in the study and rarely comes out. The daily meals are placed by the door on time by the aunt, and no one dares to disturb her if there is no important matter.

Shen Li has been reduced to the point of sitting in a wheelchair, the line of the jaw is more clear, the skin at the corners of the eyes is drooping together, and brown age spots can be vaguely seen.

She raised her head, only to feel that her eyes were extremely dry.

Dr. Liu gently removed the gauze from Shen Qingchuan's palm, carefully checked it with a simple instrument, and said, "Don't worry, miss, the right hand is recovering well, and the wound on the left hand is a little torn, I will help you deal with it again." .”

Alcohol was sprayed on the open wound on his left hand, and it slowly penetrated into it, causing dense pain. Dr. Liu took a clean medical cotton swab and dipped it, and the excess blood was cleaned up.

"I've read Miss's surgery report. The doctor who sutured you is very skilled. As long as you pay attention to your diet and don't let the wound get wet, the stitches will be removed soon. I will come every other day to check Miss's dressing." Liu The doctor put a new gauze on Shen Qingchuan, and instructed.

"How did you do it?" Shen Li, who hadn't said anything, had a gloomy face.

"Accidentally cut it." Shen Qingchuan said calmly with sideways eyes.

"Hmph!" Shen Li snorted coldly, seeing her stubborn appearance and stopped asking, "From now on, the bodyguard will follow you inseparably."

"I don't need it." There were two strong bodyguards guarding the door, she turned her head and refused coldly.

"If you die, you will follow other people's wishes." Shen Li winked at Dr. Liu, who backed out with the medicine box and closed the door intimately.

There were only two fathers and daughters in the room.

"Ah San will protect me." Shen Qingchuan retorted.

"He's always been so useless." Shen Li mocked disdainfully, "I'm not here to bargain with you this time."

"Otherwise you will go back with me." He stroked his cuffs.

"I don't want to discuss this issue with you." Shen Qingchuan sneered.

Shen Li knew that he was making fun of himself, so he looked around and frowned and said, "Why isn't Jiang Ling here when you're injured?"

Shen Baojia, who was soundly asleep, was awakened by this movement, walked gracefully between the two of them, looked left and right, then jumped into Shen Qingchuan's arms, as if knowing that her palm was hurt , the warm little tongue kept licking her wrist.

"She has something to do." Shen Qingchuan said vaguely, stroking the little cat's furry head with his left hand.

"How is this going to work?" Shen Li was not angry and pretentious, "The old man of the Jiang family has already discussed with me about the engagement banquet, and it will be auspicious on the eighth day of August."

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips, his expression unclear.

...

Since Jiang Ling sent these two words, she never took her eyes off the phone, and the note on the top of the dialog box changed to "The other party is typing..." She waited anxiously for a few minutes but there was no new movement .

Frustrated, she dropped her phone heavily on the table, and casually picked up an unsigned document at hand.

"The meaning of travel..." Jiang Ling murmured. It wasn't just the name of the variety show that attracted her, but the artist they invited was actually Chu Ran.

"The Meaning of Travel" is a variety show that even Jiang Ling, who doesn't watch TV very much, has heard about it. In the current flood of reality shows for artists, this variety show produced by director Li Wen can be said to stand out.Under the gimmicks of popular scripts and numerous checkpoints in other programs, Li Wen did the opposite.

The content of the program is as simple and rude as the name, it is the most common travel, there is no vulgar script, no checkpoints, no financial restrictions, it shows the most authentic side of the artist to the public, and the fresh and refined setting has been well received for a while.

But she remembered that a few days ago, didn't the official announce Yuelan's Lu Linshen? The report about Lu Linshen and Chu Ran's quarrel could produce a book. Why did Li Wen turn around and find Chu Ran? The key is that Wang Lan, the gatekeeper, also agreed. In the past, the team always avoided the two in the same frame.

"President Xiao Jiang, Vice President Yang is here." Wen Yu knocked on the office door and said helplessly.

"Let him in." Jiang Ling closed the document in her hand and placed it on top of the pile of documents.

In the next second, she knew why Wen Yu showed such an expression. Yang Wei pushed the door open with a big palm, and the wall shook a few times with a loud bang.

"What are you looking for!" Yang Wei sat on the reception sofa with his big belly on his buttocks, staring lewdly at the dark-faced Wen Yu at the door.

Wen Yu was wearing a blue-bottomed shirt today, with the hem tucked into a hip-wrapped skirt, outlining a slender curve, standing at the door in a dilemma.

"Why don't you make tea for Vice President Yang?" Jiang Ling reminded, and Wen Yu's face immediately regained the calm and calm it should have.

"Vice President Yang, let's take a look." Jiang Ling didn't care about Yang Wei's disrespect for her. She walked to the sofa opposite Yang Wei and sat down, then handed over the blank contract.

"What is this?" Yang Wei took the document nonchalantly, and the golden watch on his wrist was shining under the light.

Jiang Ling took a sip of tea and said nothing.

Yang Wei opened it and looked at it, the hippie smile on his face faded instantly, it was much more serious than before, "I have a little impression."

"Vice President Yang remember?" Jiang Ling looked at him calmly.

Yang Wei gritted his teeth, and he didn't know how many words he had scolded Jiang Ling in his heart. In the past, he only needed to sign the contract for any department that belonged to him. I don't know when Jiang Ling suddenly changed the company's management policy. All documents need to be signed. She took a look, isn't this a dog meddling with mice and full of food?

"This should be a matter of the PR department." Yang Wei's face darkened, and he dumped the blame without hesitation.

"Indeed, but the head of the public relations department said that he was just following orders." Jiang Ling calmly took the tea from Wen Yu and pushed it in front of Yang Wei.

When Yang Wei heard that someone had sold him, he burst into a swear word from the bottom of his heart, but said with a smile on his face: "Remember, this is an outsourcing by the artist team, and it was indeed my order."

Yang Wei's signature was clearly written in black and white, and he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to.

"I don't know which artist team is so lucky to let Vice President Yang handle these trivial matters in person." Jiang Ling replied with a smirk.

"A newcomer, you are a good niece, you definitely don't know each other." Yang Wei has always claimed to be one of the founders of the company, and put himself on an equal footing with Jiang Ling's parents. I am confident that Jiang Ling will definitely sell his face.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ling said: "The newcomer can't bear the high price of 400 million." In a word, Yang Wei didn't save any face.

The smile froze at the corner of her mouth. The newcomer was Yang Wei's new concubine. I didn't expect Jiang Ling, a little girl, to be so ignorant.

"If even the sailors have to be outsourced, then I think the artist public relations department can be canceled directly." Jiang Ling stared at him coldly, "You think so, Vice President Yang."

Yang Wei raised his eyebrows in disdain. He could hear the threats in Jiang Ling's words. The two departments under his control are the public relations department. If it is cancelled, where will his extra money come from?

"This is serious." After all, Yang Wei was decades older than Jiang Ling, so he didn't take threats at all.

Looking at his fat head and big ears, Jiang Ling suddenly lost the mood to negotiate, and the depressed mood because of Shen Qingchuan just now was pushed to the peak.

"Recently, due to Chu Ran's incident, the company has been unable to make ends meet for several months, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure. I think this unnecessary expenditure will be canceled directly." Jiang Ling said with a strong attitude.

There is reason and evidence for what the officials said to crush people to death, and Yang Wei can't say anything more.The 400 million in hand flew away, and no one would be in a good mood.

He said with a dark face: "Everything will be done according to President Jiang's instructions." This anger even called President Jiang.

He was about to leave when Jiang Ling stopped him, "This is the best Huangshan Maofeng, Vice President Yang, don't you want to try it?" She emphasized the word "Vice".

Yang Wei was out of breath, picked up the teacup, no matter whether it was hot or cold, the hot tea went straight into his throat, his delicate mouth was scalded with several blisters, he held back his discomfort and let out a cold snort, put down the teacup heavily and strode out.

"Vice President Yang, go slowly." Wen Yu stood up smiling.