After being distracted for a while, Wang Yang turned his gaze to the two people sitting in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info what the other party's agent told him before, he didn't listen to a word, but until the end, Wang Yang still smiled and said: "Miss IU, the crew and actors are already in place, you just need to go there on the 15th of this month to report, if there are other requirements, the company will try to meet you, I hope we can cooperate happily." ”

This is probably the last job he did, and Wang Yang naturally hopes to complete it to the greatest extent. Seeing that his attitude was so friendly and easy-going, IU's agent seemed to be mistaken and left IU alone in his seat under the pretext of going out to answer the phone.

As soon as the other party left, Li Zhien suddenly became a little nervous, she still remembered Wang Yang's courteous attitude yesterday, and she was afraid that he would do something important here.

However, Wang Yang only took a few sips of coffee, and after talking about business, he became a little taciturn.

Perhaps it was because the other party had changed a little suddenly, IU looked at Wang Yang, who obviously had something on his mind in front of him, plucked up his courage, and asked with a little curiosity: "Mr. President seems to have something on his mind?"

Wang Yang was still immersed in his own world, and when he heard the girl's words, he didn't answer for a long time, and after a while, he looked up at the girl blankly and said, "What did you just say?"

IU, who was in a state of depression, saw that he finally had a reaction, and the small mouth subconsciously pouted and said, "You seem to have been bothered by something since just now, I'm just a little curious. ”

Wang Yang was stunned, and said in a slightly low voice: "A friend of mine is sick, and time may not be long. ”

The girl had an expression of surprise on her face, and then she said, "I'm sorry for making you sad, he must be your very good friend." ”

"Hmm... Sort of. Of course, Wang Yang wouldn't tell her that this person was himself, at this moment, he just wanted to find a stranger to confide in the complex emotions in his heart. Obviously he looks like a healthy and strong young man, but who would have thought that he was suffering from the loss of his life.

"Do you want to listen to music?" IU suddenly took out the headphones in his bag and handed them to him.

Wang Yang took it, but he didn't put it on his ears immediately, but looked at her a little blankly.

"I sometimes feel sad and sad, listen to a few music, and the mood will be cheerful, can you try it too?" Perhaps it was the melancholy aura wrapped around Wang Yang's body that inspired the girl's inner maternal aura, IU no longer had the previous prejudice against him at this time, but worked hard to let the person in front of him get out of the shadow of losing a friend.

"Thank you. Wang Yang listened to her suggestion and stuffed the earphones into his ears, and the melodious and gentle pure guitar sound immediately sounded in his ears.

After the prelude, the girl's soft moan sounded along with the sound of the guitar.

After listening to the song, although it still can't completely relieve the sorrow in Wang Yang's heart, at least he has enjoyed the comfort from music for a long time.

"It's good. He took off the headphones and handed them back to the girl, paused, and smiled again, "I wish I could hear the live version." ”

"There are no guitars here. If you like it, I can bring a guitar to play it for you next time. ”

"Looking forward to it. Wang Yang smiled.

Who knows if there's a next time?

"Miss IU, I have to go. Wang Yang looked at the noon sun outside, got up and said to her.

"Oooh. IU also hurriedly got up and said.

Seeing that she was still a little restrained, Wang Yang smiled and stretched out his hand to signal that she didn't need to send it off, just at this moment, the agent came back, this guy estimated that he had been observing the situation here somewhere just now, and at this time he saw that Wang Yang was about to get up and leave, so he pinched and appeared.

Wang Yang nodded at him as a greeting, and then walked towards the outside of the store.

"Didn't the president invite you to lunch?" the agent asked, a little confused.

"No, do you really want him to invite me to dinner?" IU looked at him strangely, and then said a little angrily, "Where did oppa just go?!

"Hehe, didn't I create an opportunity for you? If you have a good relationship with this person, it will be easier to walk in the circle in the future, right?" The agent still had a "I'm good for you" expression on his face.

"The next time oppa does something like this, I'll break up with you!" IU said hatefully.

"Don't. Ji-eun, shall I treat you to fried chicken at noon?"

"Eat your head! I've been over the limit by 1kg this week!"

At noon, the entrance to the clinic looked empty, and most of the nurses and doctors inside had gone to eat in the restaurant outside, leaving only one or two staff on duty.

"Dean. . . The nurse on duty at the front desk had been working here before, and the expression on her face was a little surprised when she saw Wang Yang appear at the door.

"No need to tell anyone else, I just came here to get some medicine and I've had a cold lately. Wang Yang stopped her from making a phone call, and her voice was deliberately lowered.

"Yes. . . Naturally, the nurse didn't dare to stop him, "Dean, the pharmacy has moved to the back room." ”

"Well, I see, you stay here, you don't have to come. Wang Yang took the key in her hand and said a word, and left in the direction she pointed.

Some days did not come, the space of the pharmacy was expanded a lot, all kinds of medicines were placed on the shelves by category, Wang Yang followed the signs all the way to find what he needed.

Finally, in the innermost corner, he saw the cabinet of "narcotic drugs". Using the key to open the cabinet, Wang Yang took out two strong sedatives and a 10 ml syringe, he carefully put these things into the handbag prepared in advance, then relocked the cabinet, and when he left the room, he took a set of unopened scalpel blades and knife handles from the shelf. His hands trembled slightly as he touched the metalwork, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he put it in his handbag.

Three days passed in a flash, during which time he not only endured the pain of physical weakness, but also had to accept mental torture, and every late at night, counting the time that had passed, and the remaining time, he tossed and turned, exhausted, like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty, and the taste of despair could simply drive life crazy.

In order not to let Kim Taeyeon see the abnormality, he did not go back to live in the apartment for the past few days, but quietly spent it alone in the office under the pretext that the company had something to do. He didn't see anyone, not even his parents, who were far away from home, and he didn't call back. Because he was afraid that he would cry bitterly when he heard any voice he was familiar with.

He never smoked before, but in the past three days, he threw many cigarette butts in the ashtray, and every morning when the secretary came in to clean, the cigarette butts were always thrown all over the floor.

It was time for him to extinguish the last cigarette, pick up the handbag he had dropped on the couch, and get up and walk out of the office where he had been stuffy for three days.