Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

After working for a while, Song Xunnan remembered that he planned to give Wen Heng a gift in return.

I didn't expect it to take so many days.

Just on the way home from get off work, there was a Cantonese restaurant that he liked the most. It was delicious, and Wen Heng would probably like it too.

Song Xunnan asked if the other party was free at night. Fortunately, he asked. Wen Heng had to work overtime at night, so he might not be able to come out for dinner.

"Then I'll bring it over there?" Song Xunnan tentatively said, "Isn't that not good? Does your hospital allow you to bring bento?"

Wen Heng glanced at his desk, there was a computer, a pen holder, and a water glass empty on it, he lowered his eyes and responded: "Yes. If I am having an operation, I will ask Xiao Zhou to bring you to the office. Look for you."

"Then make an appointment." Song Xunnan immediately cut out the interface and sent a message to the owner of the Cantonese restaurant to order a table of good dishes.

When he got off work in the afternoon, he did not work overtime for the first time, and opened the door on time to leave.

Wen Jinran happened to not be working overtime, so he bumped into him in the elevator with a ghostly look on his face: "Why did you leave work so early today?"

"What? Did I give you the impression of being a workaholic?" Song Xunnan sent a message to Wen Heng while running on his brother, and the elevator came just after sending the message.

Wen Jinran followed him in: "Isn't that right? It's just that you always come home late when you're busy. Sister Xie Yao thought you were working overtime again today, so she specially ordered supper for you. I told her that I would refund it."

Wen Heng specifically told Wen Jinran last time that Song Xunnan had a stomach problem, and asked him to pay attention on weekdays.Wen Jinran's loudspeaker immediately spread the news to the whole company, and the manager of the canteen bidding immediately sent a message to Song Xunnan asking if the food in the canteen was good and why Mr. Song didn't want to come.

Song Xunnan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the manager said that if he wasn't, he would prove it every day.

But the cafeteria was off work normally, and sometimes Song Xunnan was late, and his friends would order supper for him if they had nothing to do.

Song Xunnan paused his typing hands, put away his phone and smiled at Wen Jinran: "Thank you."

"What's the matter?" Wen Jinran waved his hand, "I just saw your message, is there a date if you leave so early?"

He deliberately teased Song Xunnan.

Song Xunnan: "Yes, yes, with your brother."

"Really! Then I will have a sister-in-law right away! Song Xunnan, you are not righteous and have a good friend... Fuck, wait a minute, who?!"

The last "who" suddenly broke his voice after hearing this, and the entire elevator was filled with his lingering voice.

"Who?!"

"Who?"

"Who……"

Song Xunnan covered his ears, trying to block the 3D stereo sound effect but failed: "Your brother, I went to the hospital to find him for dinner, why are you making such a fuss?"

He was so calm, which made Wen Jinran very unreasonable.

Wen Jinran: "..."

He almost questioned, damn it, you ask your conscience, isn't it because of you that I'm so surprised? !

But Song Xunnan paid him a salary, and he didn't dare to really ask.

He said: "You almost scared me to death when you were joking. But Brother Nan, your relationship with my brother has also improved by leaps and bounds."

It's much better than his relationship with Wen Heng and me.Wen Jinran compared it in his heart, and felt that the distance between Song Xunnan and his brother was one step farther than the distance between himself and Wen Heng.

A step big enough to pull the crotch.

He gestured to himself and became happy again: "Hey, if you are really my sister-in-law, wouldn't you have to call me little uncle?"

He was very happy as if he had taken advantage of it.

Song Xunnan glanced at him, "Are you an idiot" on his face, stepped out of the elevator, and left big fool Wen behind.

After taking the dishes from the Cantonese restaurant and approaching the hospital, he called Wen Heng.

"I'm almost there, is your surgery done?" He turned on the Bluetooth and asked.

The other end of the phone was very noisy, Song Xunnan heard a female voice calling from the opposite side: "Wen Heng, why are you leaving?"

"Take a call." Wen Heng's cold and calm voice came from the receiver, and then the background sound became quieter.

Song Xunnan guessed that he changed places.

"I just got off the operating table, and I have other things to do later, so I may not be able to go down to pick you up." He said apologetically.

"It's okay, you are busy first, I know the location of your office, just find it yourself." Song Xunnan expressed his understanding.

A familiar female voice came from the other side: "So you are here, hurry up, people will be there soon."

There was a sound of fabric rubbing, and the conversation between the two became quieter, probably because Wen Heng dropped his arm and did not raise it again.

Song Xunnan could only hear a vague voice, and after a while Wen Heng said to him: "I still have something to do, let Xiao Zhou find you."

"okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xunnan rubbed his fingers on the steering wheel twice.

That voice just now...Wen Jinran, that idiot doesn't really have a sister-in-law, does he?

After he had this idea, he felt that he was sick, and he had nothing to do to care about the private life of his neighbors.

When they arrived at the hospital parking lot, Xiao Zhou was waiting there.

The two have met a few times, and they are fairly familiar.

Song Xunnan: "Why don't you go and help Doctor Wen...Wen Heng as an assistant? I can do it myself."

Xiao Zhou replied: "Director Wen got off the operating table, it's something else, it doesn't matter if I go or not."

The two came to Wen Heng's office.

Song Xunnan has only been here once, and his memory is not deep. Now I see that Wen Heng doesn't have many things.

There is a window on the south side, facing a desk, the setting sun shines through, which is a bit dazzling.There is a computer on the table for office work, as well as a pen holder and water cup.In the corner was a coat rack with an umbrella hanging, a loveseat beside it, and a locked door behind it.On the contrary, there are a lot of things on the bookshelf on the east side, and there are a lot of medical books stuffed on it, as well as medical records and a small potted plant.

"I'll just wait here, you don't have to worry about me." Song Xunnan told Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Zhou was about to get off work, so he nodded with a smile.

It was boring to stay by myself, Song Xunnan casually flipped through the medical book, and found that there were many annotations on it, handwriting with dark blue pen, smooth and sharp thin gold body.

"The words are so beautiful." He murmured, and turned a few more pages, only to find that he couldn't even read them. The jerky words on the page made his brain ache, so he stuffed them back.

Sitting on the only chair and playing games for a while, footsteps came from behind.

"It's finally here, the dishes are going to be cold..." Song Xunnan turned his head, halfway through the conversation, he saw Wen Heng's attire clearly, couldn't help it, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "When you go to the operating table, you are all dressed Crocs?"

On Wen Heng's feet are a pair of dark green hole shoes, which are very common in summer, but not common in Wen Heng's place.

It looks...inexplicably cute.

Song Xunnan smiled and muttered in his heart, but the contrast was quite cute.

Wen Heng knew what he was laughing at, and looked down helplessly: "I have to wear it, not myself."

"But others don't look as cute as you," Song Xunnan teased people habitually. After speaking, he realized that Wen Heng was not Wen Jinran's thick-skinned, so he quickly changed the subject. Wash your hands and try the famous Cantonese dishes that I highly recommend!"

"Okay, wait for me." Wen Heng didn't express anything to what he said just now, but just glanced at him, turned around and walked towards the locked door, and unlocked it.

Through the half-closed door, Song Xunnan vaguely saw a bed inside, probably a small lounge.

When he came out, Song Xunnan had already arranged the food.

He ordered dishes for two people, and handed the broken disposable chopsticks to Wen Heng: "Here."

Wen Heng shook his head and refused: "No need, I have tableware."

He had an extra pair of chopsticks in his hand, and the water was still dripping. He probably washed them while washing his hands just now.

Probably because he felt that the chopsticks outside were dirty, Song Xunnan could understand, and withdrew his hands for his own use.

The Cantonese restaurant is very carefully packaged, and it is still hot to eat now.

Song Xunnan even ordered a roast suckling pig. Wen Heng seldom eats greasy food, so he ordered it for himself.

The roasted suckling pig is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the skin is crispy. When you bite into it, the juice flows out between the textures of the meat, leaving a mouthful of fragrance.

"You really don't want to taste it?" He felt that it was a pity to enjoy this delicacy by himself, and tried his best to comfort Wen Heng.

Wen Heng stopped holding his chopsticks, looked at the roast suckling pig, and then at Song Xunnan, who squinted and looked satisfied.

Seeing him like this, Song Xunnan thought there was something interesting, picked out the best looking chopsticks and handed them over: "Try it, it's really delicious, if it's not good, I'll take your last name."

Wen Heng paused.

Song Xunnan realized something and yelled in his heart.

He used his own chopsticks, and Wen Heng was a bit of a clean freak.

The chopsticks holding the roast suckling pig hurriedly stopped an inch away from Wen Heng's bowl, hanging awkwardly in the air.

Song Xunnan: "Forget this one, you can find one yourself."

He wanted to withdraw his hand and stuff it into his mouth, but was stopped by Wen Heng, who picked up the meat from the chopsticks and put it into the bowl.

"Thank you."

"Uh, you..." He was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, and pointed at Wen Heng's bowl with the tip of his chopsticks.

Wen Heng was eating the small piece of roast suckling pig in a slow manner: "Want to ask this? If I really can't accept it, I'll share the meal with you."

Song Xunnan thought about it too, he ate so many meals with Wen Heng, and the two of them didn't know how much saliva they drank.

Hmm... Actually, I can't describe it that way, it always feels weird.

Mr. Song, who is not very straight, was disgusted by himself.

He bowed his head for a while, then casually asked: "By the way, when I called you just now, there was a woman beside you? I heard she called you Wen Heng, but she didn't call you Director Wen."

"The newly transferred doctor, the dean's granddaughter." Wen Heng had no interest in this topic, lowered his eyes, finished the last bit of the roast suckling pig that Song Xunnan had given him, and chewed carefully.

"Oh, that's it." Song Xunnan could hear his indifference, and saw that he picked a small piece of meat after eating, and immediately laughed, "How about it, let me say it's delicious."

"Yes, it's delicious." Wen Heng raised his eyes, with a slight smile in his eyes.

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The two chatted during the meal, and Wen Heng told him about Su Qing's psychological clinic.

"They're all open." Song Xunnan sighed a little.

Wen Heng: "Su Qing said that he wants to have an opening ceremony, would you like to go?"

Song Xunnan twitched the corners of his mouth, in disbelief: "A psychological clinic, what's the opening fee? Does he think he owns a restaurant?"

Wen Heng probably also thought it was outrageous, so he didn't refute it.

But the two arrived anyway.

Several people recovered in the clinic, they should all be friends of Wen Heng and Su Qing. Song Xunnan saw Wen Heng and greeted everyone.

Su Qing actually pulled up a banner at the entrance of the clinic, with the slogan "Big opening bonus, half price for the second order" written brightly.

Song Xunnan stood under the banner, looking amused, and finally took a photo and posted it on Moments.

[N. : Blessing from the doctor [put your hands together]. 】

"Here, I gave it to you," Su Qing handed Wen Heng the discount coupon in his hand, "You are my friend, and I gave you a [-]% discount coupon. How about it, isn't it interesting?"

Wen Heng: "..."

He was silent for a second, and said, "I have a half-price discount for the medicines in our hospital, do you want it?"

"No, no, no." Su Qing waved his hands again and again, took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, shook it, and stuffed it to Wen Heng, "It's my newly bought gummy candy, try it, maybe you can get it Open the hidden money."

Wen Heng is not easy to deceive: "What's the smell of hidden money?"

Su Qing winked at him: "Sour cucumber flavor."

Song Xunnan walked towards them after taking the photo: "What are you doing?"

"I'll give you a bottle too." Su Qing took another medicine bottle and handed it to him.

"Huh? What is this?" Song Xunnan turned the medicine bottle in his hand, looked at the cursive English on it, "Paxil?"

"Yes, you know him?" Su Qing was surprised, and looked Song Xunnan from head to toe.

Song Xunnan turned the bottle and asked, "Why don't I know you?"

After that, he realized that even a native English speaker might not recognize the name of the drug, let alone such a rare drug for treating depression.

And he subconsciously said it without pausing for a second.

Obviously, either he's learned the term and smoked it, or he's common.

Song Xunnan stood there, looking at Su Qing's undisguised suspicion, and began to frantically make excuses for himself.

"He saw it at my side." It was Wen Heng who spoke.

"With you? No wonder, I was still thinking about how Xiao Nan came into contact with this kind of thing." Su Qing looked away and smiled.

Song Xunnan didn't speak, but looked at Wen Heng.

Wen Heng opened the medicine bottle in his hand, unscrewed it and smelled it, then frowned and threw it into Su Qing's arms: "You take it yourself."

I only opened the lid once, and the surrounding area is full of pickled cucumbers, which are all marinated.