Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

"I'm healthy?" Song Xunnan didn't know why, but had a sharp attitude, "You said just now that I just look healthy. Doctor Wen, are you accurate?"

Wen Heng shook his head, and didn't care about Song Xunnan's tone: "That was when I first met you, although you were calm on the surface, all your behaviors and body movements showed that you were strongly aggressive, which was completely different from now. "

The Song Xunnan that Wen Heng saw just now would turn a blind eye to the injury on his arm, would make no secret of his dislike for Song Xi, and would be as lonely as if he had locked himself in a glass box after being drunk.

All kinds of appearances.There was no slight similarity to Song Xunnan who knocked on the door of his room in the middle of the night with a stray dog ​​in his arms, saying that he wanted to take in the little guy.

Song Xunnan fell silent, restraining his thorns.

He also thought about the situation when he first came back.

At that time, I told myself that if I didn’t care about those things, the past would be written off.

In fact, it is easy to talk about it, his body behavior is telling outsiders that he has not let go.

"If it was you before, you might need adjuvant treatment, but now," Wen Heng took a sip of the slightly bitter coffee to moisten his throat, and finished the rest of his sentence.

"Song Xunnan, there is no need, you are healthy."

Song Xunnan didn't say anything immediately, but looked sideways at the street outside the window.

Su Qing was looking for someone under the sun, his mouth was constantly moving, and he knew without thinking that he was scolding the two of them for disappearing for no reason and letting him go.

Many afternoons like this, Wen Jinran would fight with him for control of the game console, Xie Yao would give everyone a taste of the desserts she made, and Sun Rongxi and Lu Yuan were either quarreling or showing affection.

"Actually, I always feel that I'm unlucky, but I'm still a little lucky." Song Xunnan saw that Su Qing couldn't find the popularity and went back to the clinic, so he also looked away and said to Wen Heng, "Can you?" Meeting them again, and you, is not too bad luck."

Every time the lottery in the shopping mall is a commemorative prize, the card game is always guaranteed to be full, and things that depend on luck are never his turn. He is always lucky.

But after thinking about it, all his luck was spent on meeting his friends.

How good that sounds.

It turned out that I really let go of it.

Somewhere in my heart quietly loosened, and the iron chain that I wanted to break was completely unfettered.

Song Xunnan suddenly possessed literary talents, and even the inexplicable unhappiness he had just vented to Wen Heng disappeared, and he told Wen Heng what he had just thought.

Wen Heng was still drinking coffee.

He seldom spoke such a long paragraph, Song Xunnan suspected that he had talked all day.

"I was wondering before, would you be gentle during your internship in pediatrics, patiently coaxing the children to get injections, but you had a face of ice cubes, I couldn't even imagine what it was like, I always felt that it was not at all. Coordination," Song Xunnan looked at Wen Heng in the sunlight, resting his chin in one hand and stirring the coffee with the other, "But just now, I suddenly imagined it."

Wen Heng put down the coffee cup, and continued, "So you treat yourself as a kindergarten kid and substitute me, a pediatrician?"

In one sentence, Song Xunnan's rare literary style was completely killed.

He rolled his eyes and said "tsk": "Can't you? Who's not a baby yet."

Wen Heng looked up and down the 1.8-meter-long baby.

Seeing his gaze, Song Xunnan ground his molars.

The atmosphere relaxed, and the tension just now dissipated without a trace.

The front desk is dozing off, oblivious to what's going on in the corner.

The wind chime at the door of the cafe jingled, and it hit crisply.

"Okay, I saw you two from a distance, why don't you stay in the clinic and run around? Don't tell me!"

The people from Su Qing came first before they arrived, and people from far away called them.

The front desk clerk was taken aback and completely ended his afternoon sweet dream.

Song Xunnan turned his head and saw that he only poked his head in. Seeing Song Xunnan turned around, he poked in another hand and beckoned at the two of them.

"Come on, it's fun."

Song Xunnan said, "Immediately."

He took a sip of the coffee that had been stirred all afternoon until it became uncomfortably thin, and said to Wen Heng, "Let's go."

The two stood up to look for Su Qing.

On the way, Song Xunnan couldn't help frowning.

I was so restless just now that I forgot to tell the waiter that there was more milk in the coffee.

so bitter.

As a result, when he turned his head, he found that Wen Heng was looking at him.

He wanted to put on a straight face and pretend nothing happened, but felt it was unnecessary, Wen Heng must have seen it.

"I don't like suffering." He simply whispered to Wen Heng.

Of course Wen Heng knew that Song Xunnan didn't suffer. Song Xunnan didn't even look at the cold bitter gourd he made. The chopsticks were as far away as possible, and he didn't even want to touch the taste. On the bright side.

Song Xunnan thought for a while and said, "I still don't like to suffer."

So he won't give the Song family a good face, and if the other party plots against him, he will not show mercy.

Wen Heng asked him: "Do you like sweets?"

"It's okay." Song Xunnan said reservedly.

In fact, he likes to eat sweets quite a bit, but this doesn't match his cool guy image, and he never tells others.

Wen Heng took something from his pocket and gave it to him, Song Xunnan took it over: "What is this?"

After he took it over, he saw clearly that it was a very good eight-treasure candy, a round one that was very cute and very familiar.

"You got it from Su Qing's clinic?" Song Xunnan looked at Wen Heng in disbelief, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, with strange eyes.

"No, I accidentally dropped it in my pocket." Wen Heng shook his head.

He was still thinking about how to deal with it, but it happened that Song Xunnan was by his side.

"What kind of candy?" Su Qing turned her head, "Oh, this one is orange-flavored, try it, it's very sweet."

Song Xunnan peeled off the gag, and protruded a piece from the top of his cheek.

It was really sweet, sweeter than any kind of candy he had tasted before.