He Wan'er just happened to memorize the words so much that he couldn't remember it, but he felt that it was very uncomfortable that he didn't know this rare word, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and checked it - the dictionary interpretation can't stand upright.

"Oh, it's paralyzed," she said to herself, "but how can this be seen by a psychiatrist?"

She thought that she wanted to close someone else's journal book, but she saw two words she didn't recognize.

This time my heart itched even more - f

Well, that word looks familiar, and it seems like I've seen it somewhere

ve

sio

And what does that mean?

He Wan'er couldn't remember the meaning of these two words after thinking about it, scratched his ears and cheeks and scanned his mobile phone again, Baidu immediately came out with the meaning of the word, and then-

"Poof!" she almost squirted a mouthful of old blood onto his notebook.

Frigidity?abnormal sexual behavior?

Uh, think back to the previous a

o

thosis……

She rolled her eyes - the last two of the three words in a row were all related to some unspeakable obstacle, so the first word should be no exception.

He Wan'er immediately understood, a

o

Thosis is supposed to be used to refer to the state of being objectively incapable of something.

She sighed that Ke Zhifang was really considerate, even if it was a note that only she could read, she couldn't bear to hurt the patient with that word about the dignity of a man, so she used a vague word instead of Impote

ce。

Thinking back to the huge consulting fee he received today, He Wan'er suddenly realized.

Because it is a matter of men's dignity, he has given a lot of money in the hope that the treatment will be cured, and he hopes that the doctor can strictly keep it a secret, so he has become a generous money owner in Ke Zhifang's place.

She couldn't help but glance at the name of the "gold lord".

As expected, it was still in English - it was a letter, Mo CS.

Ke Zhifang hadn't come back yet, He Guan'er closed the notebook and put the notebook and bag deep in the seat, so as not to be knocked to the ground by the careless waiter.

When she sat back in her place, for some reason, a strange thought suddenly popped into her head.

Mo CS？

She knew that Ke Zhifang had the habit of using letters as abbreviations, so these four letters represented Mo Chunshan?

God, she must be crazy, how can she think of Mo Chunshan?

He Wan'er knocked his forehead in annoyance, and thought: "It must be a coincidence, it must be!"

Ke Zhifang came back from the bathroom, and He Waner was still in a trance.

He looked at the scorched slices of fat cows on the barbed wire fence and frowned, "What's wrong? Why don't you eat it?"

He Wan'er woke up like a dream, and shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, I'll wait for you to come back and eat." ”

Ke Zhifang sat down with a smile, picked out the beef that was already a little burnt and threw it into the trash, and ordered another beef belly.

found that He Guaner's combat effectiveness was not as good as before, and he didn't use chopsticks to eat meat, but competed with drinks.

"Where have you been in the afternoon?" He Wan'er asked thoughtfully, biting the straw.

No way, she was so curious, if she didn't ask this question, she wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

Ke Zhifang was holding a lettuce leaf to wrap a piece of meat, and replied casually: "Didn't I tell you?"

"Visiting the doctor?" He Wan'er repeated his words, "Isn't it time for patients to go to your place?"

"Occasionally," Ke Zhifang said after eating the beef, "the other party is very busy, and the price is high enough, so I went." ”

"Then you're from the South Shore District?" He Wan'er asked again.

Ke Zhifang raised his head when he heard this, and looked at her: "Why are you so curious today?"

"No, no, no!" He Wan'er waved his hand in shock, a little weak-hearted.

Ke Zhifang narrowed his eyes: "You are really weird today." ”

After eating, Ke Zhifang sent He Waner home.

He Wan'er got out of the car, was blown by the night breeze, his head was a little sober, and he was busy thanking Ke Zhifang and saying goodbye.

Ke Zhifang was as gentlemanly as ever: "Qinghe, I still say the same thing, if you have any questions, just look for me, I will be there at any time." ”

He Wan'er was stunned, pursed his lips and nodded, and after thanking him again, he turned around and entered the gate of the community.

Ke Zhifang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her back as she gradually moved away, and there was a deep and unfathomable glimmer in his eyes.

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The annual meeting of Shancheng Newspaper is scheduled for the evening of the 26th of the lunar month, because the big boss is from the Jiaodong Peninsula, so this annual meeting also eats Lu cuisine as always.

He Waner always tries to be as low-key as possible on this occasion, at most he starts to coax, and it is absolutely not to do such a thing as performing on stage to attract firepower, so he just sings with the crowd.

Then he was sneered at by Nie Yun at the next table for more than ten minutes.

He Guaner didn't listen at all, he seriously ate the scallion pancake fried yellow croaker Shandong Lapi, and gnawed on one of the big white steamed buns, while propping himself up to a round belly, while silently reciting a very classic CNN report that he memorized in the morning.

Anyway, she has rough skin and thick meat, and being scolded by Nie Yun made her happy, so she should be given a Spring Festival gift to her.

After the annual meeting, except for He Guaner, almost no one in the newspaper building worked with peace of mind, and he was usually used to working overtime, but at this time, he was also thinking about his wife and children's hot kang, and he was just looking forward to finishing his work early and going home to celebrate the festival.

He Wan'er is extraordinary, even if he has no work, he sits quietly at his desk, and in his spare time after revising the manuscript, he either listens to English or memorizes words, as if he doesn't notice that the Spring Festival is approaching.

Xiao Lei took two days off, went home early on the morning of the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, and refused to take Wang An, so Xiao Anzi became a dog abandoned by his owner.

He Guan'er, who was regarded as a "thing", couldn't help but yell at him many times before he drove this kid back to Nie Yun's side.

Time passed, there were fewer and fewer people in the building, and colleagues were almost gone.

Chinese New Year's Eve, ten o'clock in the evening at the Shancheng Newspaper Building.

He Wan'er walked out of the door, turned around and looked at the dark building behind him, and said softly: "Happy Spring Festival." ”

She wasn't talking to herself, she was saying goodbye to the building behind her.

She is here three hundred days a year, and if the building is a person, they must be affectionate, and it is only natural for them to say a blessing.

The building, of course, would not respond to her.

He Wan'er stood in front of the building for a while, turned around, went out, paced onto the walking path outside the door, and slowly walked towards the river.

The duty system of Shancheng Newspaper is a department rotation for one year.

This year, it happened to be He Waner's department's turn, and usually this kind of unlucky work is done by newcomers, and this year is no exception, and the task fell to the reporter who only came last year.