Jane Sanshao's love story

Even if he didn't speak, just standing like that made him feel out of breath.

When she made a mistake in the number of the report for the seventh time, Jian Qiubai couldn't bear it anymore, raised her head and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Yuan Chengyi tugged at his collar and said, "It's all right."

Jian Qiubai let out a groan, and lowered her head to write again, but the pen was moving, but her heart didn't know where it went.

A few minutes later, the room was silent.

"Oh, just tell me." Jian Qiubai snapped the folder shut as if giving up.

"You must have something to do. You can't come up this time to bring me lunch, can you?"

Yuan Chengyi rolled his eyes, took out the envelope that Lu Zhanfei gave him from his pocket, threw it on the table and said,

"Lu Zhanfei asked me to hand it over to you."

Jian Qiubai picked it up suspiciously and flipped through it: "Why is the envelope pink?"

Do men use this kind of envelope when writing letters?

"How do I know."

"Why did he ask you to deliver the letter? Are you his good friend?"

"Well, it's buddy."

Jian Qiubai snorted, and tore open the envelope to take out the letter to read.

Yuan Chengyi suddenly raised his hand to press his arm and asked, "You really want to see it."

"Of course." Jian Qiubai said as a matter of course: "Lu Zhanfei is Xiaoxiao's uncle, and he is considered a family member of the patient. This is a letter written by the family member to me. It is likely to be an opinion on the hospital or something."

Yuan Chengyi lowered his hand with a gloomy expression: "Look at it if you want."

Jian Qiubai pulled out the letter from the envelope, it was a piece of pink letter paper folded into a heart shape.

The boy smiled and shook his head, "Yuan Chengyi, your friend is really romantic."

"Sentimental?" Yuan Chengyi snorted coldly: "If you have an ugly heart, you will have sentimentalism? Your taste is really low-level."

Jian Qiubai didn't speak.

He found that no matter what he said now, Yuan Chengyi would gossip, as if he couldn't see him being happy.

The only way to avoid being hurt now is to keep silent as much as possible and not quarrel with him.

Jian Qiubai opened the "heart" and began to read what was written on the letter.

To his surprise, what Lu Zhanfei wrote was not a hospital opinion, but a very long poem.

It's like a love poem.

Jian Qiubai was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said, this may be a thank you letter.

After all, he helped Lu Zhanfei take good care of the wound on his eldest niece's face.

However, this thank you letter was written too ambiguously.

The poems are delicate and elegant, much like a girl's brushwork, but every line of the poem is very sincere, which can make people feel a touch of affection.

Even though Jian Qiubai is a science and engineering student who specializes in medicine, his obsession with literature is like a modern version of Du Fu who hurts the spring and autumn.

In the past, when he was a young master and had nothing to do, he secretly wrote countless love poems in order to pursue Yuan Chengyi, but he was timid after all, so these love poems have been hidden in his password box and have not been sent out.

It is an exaggeration to say that if he were not under the pressure of life, he might have changed his career to write poetry now.

It may be because I have written too many love poems to Yuan Chengyi before, so when I saw this piece written by Lu Zhanfei, I couldn't help feeling a sense of intimacy.

It's like the kind of familiar feeling that I finally saw someone similar to me doing the same stupid thing, and felt very kind.

Seeing him staring intently, Yuan Chengyi knocked on the table impatiently and said, "There's only one page in total. When do you want to read it back and forth?"

Jian Qiu said without raising her head: "I think his writing is really good, his writing is good and his feelings are sincere."

Yuan Chengyi couldn't stand when he heard that, he stretched out his hand to pull out the letter paper and said, "Don't read it."

"No, no." Jian Qiubai lowered his body to protect the letter paper: "I haven't seen such a literary poem for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head again, read each sentence carefully, and couldn't help but read out in a low voice when he saw something tempting.

"When you look at the clouds, you are very close to me, when you look at me, you are far away from me..."

Yuan Chengyi felt very irritated, thinking that this love poem was written by Lu Zhanfei to Jian Qiubai, he felt uncomfortable.

But he can't be forced not to let him see, or it will appear that he has a small temper.

Damn, it's so annoying to see this kid seriously worshiping.

Yuan Chengyi frowned, and suddenly walked behind Jian Qiubai, lowered his head and kissed and licked a small section of his thin white neck that was exposed.

Jian Qiubai's body froze, and he muttered, "Yuan Chengyi, what are you doing? It's itchy."

Yuan Chengyi bit his tight neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Continue to read yours, I won't delay your business."

After finishing speaking, the fiery lips continued to swim upwards, wandering around the boy's warm ears.

The corners of Jian Qiubai's mouth twitched slightly, under such interference, how could he not delay.

"Oops, itches."

"I can endure the itch."

Jian Qiubai hummed a few times in discomfort and left him alone, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, and began to copy the love poem into a notebook.

He wanted to keep this poem in his collection, condense it later, edit it and change it into his own, and then write it to Yuan Chengyi.

Although there is a bit of suspicion of plagiarism, Lu Zhanfei probably won't care about it, it's just a thank you letter, as long as he has received the affection he wants to express.

Yuan Chengyi felt even more furious when he saw that not only did he not disturb him, but he even let him have time to copy it.

He reached out and slid his hand along the opening of his collar.

"hiss."

Jian Qiubai took a breath, paused his pen and said, "Your hands are so cold."

Yuan Chengyi teased the two protrusions of his mouth, indifferently

"Continue copying? Did I disturb you?"

Jian Qiubai sighed, "No trouble, no trouble."

After speaking, he raised his pen and began to write.

Yuan Chengyi looked at his indifferent look, and his heart was about to explode.