Zhang Yue said: "Then you are not divorced, but your husband is in the arms of others, alas, what kind of life are you living? By the way, does Gao Yuan know that you are pregnant?"

"I don't know. ”

Zhang Yue was surprised, looking at Xia Qing like a monster, "You, really good, I feel sad for you, pregnant with his child, but let him have fun with other women, you are really a wonder." ”

Xia Qing bowed her head and was silent, she thought to herself that she was too kind, and if she replaced Zhang Yue, Liu Xiaolan would die a miserable death. Seeing that Xia Qing didn't speak, Zhang Yue thought that she might have touched her sore spot, and she said, "What are your plans in the future?

Xiao Mo's figure swept through Xia Qing's mind, but what should she say to Zhang Yue?

Seeing that Xia Qing was silent, Zhang Yue said: "My great writer, hurry up and leave that bastard Gao Yuan while you are young, and then go find a boyfriend, don't be too wronged yourself." ”

Xia Qing had never told anyone about Xiao Mo, and this time she wanted to tell Zhang Yue about this secret that had been hidden for almost a year. She whispered to her ear: "I'll tell you something, but you must promise not to tell anyone. ”

Zhang Yue had never seen Xia Qing like this, and she felt that this matter was not trivial, so she hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I will never betray you, just say it." ”

"I knew a surgeon a few months ago who was doing my breast fibroma surgery. ”

Zhang Yue was surprised: "Really, why do you have a story?"

Xia Qing glanced at her, "You always think about that direction, don't interrupt." Do you want to hear it?"

"Good sister, I won't interrupt anymore, let's talk. Zhang Yue's curiosity was fully mobilized.

"We don't have a story yet, and I'm going to disappoint you, but I have feelings for him, and I find that he has feelings for me too. ”

"That's a good thing. Zhang Yue said excitedly, "You guys have a good development." He must be very good, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen into the eyes of Xia Qing's beauty. ”

"I don't know much about him, I don't know if he's single, and I don't want to ruin other people's happiness. ”

Zhang Yuegan laughed a few times: "My great writer, you are so sensible, so sensible that it is outrageous. ”

"It's not that I'm rational, it's that we're all mature women and know what to do and what not to do. ”

Zhang Yue nodded involuntarily: "Alas, you are too kind, you always think too much about others, which will only hurt yourself." I'm not like you, I don't think people will be destroyed for their own sake. ”

"Don't you really love Lan Tingzong?"

"I don't know, anyway, there is no passion anymore, you don't know how ridiculous we are together, not like husband and wife, but like father and daughter, he always asks me if I have enough money to spend, and then gives me a lot of money, I sometimes think this is very boring, as if he owed me in his previous life, he was born to earn money for me to spend, and I was born like I was born to spend his money. ”

"What's your lover's name, how old is he?"

"His name is Wu Bin, 25 years old. ”

"What's the name of the surgeon who has a crush on you?"

"Shorer. ”

"It's a nice name, do you have a picture of him, and let me meet him one day?"

"There are no photos, let's see if there is a chance. Whenever I think of him in the dead of night, but that kind of longing is very beautiful, a little mysterious, close at hand but far away from the world, I prefer to keep a certain distance from him and appreciate each other. ”

"It's really romantic, this feeling may be beautiful, but it can't solve the substantive problem, what you need now is the release of ** rather than the fantasy of beautiful love. ”

"I used to fantasize about being with him...... But I knew it wasn't possible. ”

"How could it be impossible? He's unmarried, and you're going to be single again. ”

"I don't know if he's single, what if he gets married, what if he has a girlfriend. ”

"That's right, you still don't understand him, are you worried about him like this? haha. ”

"I'm not sure if he loves me or not, but I know he has feelings for me. ”

"Then why didn't he take the initiative to find you?"

"He knew I was a married woman, and he couldn't have known that I was going to get a divorce. ”

This shows that he is a person with a moral bottom line. ”

"Yes, I think so too. I think we do this above our friends, and it belongs to the fourth kind of feeling, that is, I have him in my heart and he has me in my heart, and if I don't meet or contact, I won't lose it, this hazy feeling is really good. ”

Zhang Yue smiled: "Maybe this method is more suitable for you." You fantasize about your love affair with his Plato, but why do I always think you're scratching your boots?"

"It doesn't matter, after Gao Yuan's derailment, I have a very open view of feelings, what is mine is mine, and it is useless if it is not my forcible request. ”

The two chatted for a long time, and it was almost twelve o'clock. Xia Qing felt her stomach growl, "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"I don't know, whatever, it mainly depends on what you want to eat, you are now a key protection object, let me invite you?"

"It's my territory, and I should do my best as a landlord. ”

"Hehe, okay. ”

Xia Qing cleaned up the things on the computer table, and Zhang Yue suddenly remembered something: "Sister, I almost forgot to talk to you so much, I bought a bottle of Chanel perfume for you in Paris, I know you like perfume the most." Zhang Yue took out a bottle of very delicately packaged perfume from his bag.

Xia Qing took it and looked at it, she liked it very much, and her eyes bloomed with joy: "It's still Chanel No.5, thank you, it must be very valuable, right?"

"It's not very expensive, but I heard that Marilyn Monroe has been using this series, and I think we can use the same brand of perfume as the sexy goddess. ”

Xia Qing laughed, "Let me tell you what's good? You're such a cute little elf." ”

Zhang Yue leaned on Xia Qing's arms and coquettishly said: "How good it would be if I were your own sister, I like you so much, woo woo......" Xia Qing stroked Zhang Yue's chin: "I already regard you as my own sister, we are not sisters but we are like sisters." ”

Half a year after Xia Qing's breast fibroma surgery, she remembers that before being discharged from the hospital, Xiao Mo told her to go back to the hospital for a breast review half a year after the operation, but because she had been busy writing books, it took three months to come for a follow-up. When he came to the outpatient building, Xia Qing was concerned about Xiao Mo, but he didn't plan to go to the inpatient department to find him.

Today's consultation is a 50-year-old male doctor with presbyopia and some baldness. After listening to Xia Qing's self-report and reading her medical records of last year's surgery, he asked her to go behind the curtain and wait for the examination.

After the examination, the male doctor said, "The incision that I had surgery on last year recovered quite well. Basically, there is no problem, you just come to check once a year, do a B ultrasound at the appropriate time, and I will prescribe some medicine for you later, and go back to recuperate. After speaking, the male doctor walked to the table and sat down, writing the examination record in the medical record book.