After being busy for more than half a year, Yan Murong was rarely idle, there was a mistake in the management of the school, and he didn't mix it much, but he would give a few lectures when he had time.

Old Man Yan's appearance was a little sudden, originally Ye Lanjun wanted to use the reporter to muddy the waters, and then he and Yan Murong took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, but Old Man Yan's appearance put the plan on hold. However, this is not without benefits - at least some people who want to do something behind their backs have concerns, and Yan Murong can also be quiet for a while.

Sleeping until you wake up naturally, counting money until your hands cramp are everyone's ultimate dream.

Sleep until you wake up naturally Yan Murong doesn t have to think about it, the biological clock that he has cultivated for more than ten years will wake him up as soon as the time comes, but he can do it when he counts the money and counts the cramps in his hands.

The weather in Hong Kong in September is still hot, but today's weather is a lot more refreshing, the sun has been exposed to more than a month of continuous exposure to the sun is finally covered by dark clouds, and the drizzling rain gradually turns into final, followed by heavy rain the size of soybean grains. The stagnant water on the ground splashed layers of thin mist under the continuous washing of the rain, which added a lot of coolness to this hot summer.

"You're not going to work?" Yan Murong walked down from upstairs and looked at Teng Xiangling, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room holding a bunch of snacks and watching TV while eating.

"How do I get out when it's raining so hard?"

"You're skipping work, I'm going to deduct your salary." Yan Murong said jokingly.

"Buckle it, buckle it, it's all buckled." Teng Xiangling pouted, grabbed a potato chip and stuffed it into his mouth, squeaked and chewed, and said vaguely. "In the future, I won't go to work every day, it's better for you to fire me, and then I can eat snacks and watch TV at home every day, and concentrate on living the life that a junior should live."

"It's so reasonable to be a junior." Yan Murong said funny.

"So what do you say?" Teng Xiangling turned around, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Why don't you take me in? -- I've heard that many Middle Eastern countries are polygamous, so you can just emigrate. ”

"Don't be funny." Yan Murong smiled bitterly, he now knows that it is not easy to be a man, and it is even more difficult to be a man with three wives and four concubines, those novels are all lies.

"If I dare to make a foreign hukou, not to mention others, my father will dare to shoot me with a gun."

Teng Xiangling pursed his mouth, and before he could speak, Yan Murong's phone suddenly rang. grabbed the phone and looked at it, it was actually Yanjing's number.

made a silent gesture to Teng Xiangling, and Yan Murong picked up the phone.

"Who?"

"Haha, Xiaoyan, I'm Chen Hanqing." Chen Han's refreshing whisper came from the phone. "What? Can't even hear my voice? ”

"Principal Chen?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said. "It's not that I don't remember, you suddenly changed your number, and I don't know."

"This is the phone number from my office." Chen Hanqing said with a smile. "How? Have you been busy lately? ”

"Okay." Yan Murong said. "I'm done with everything I should be busy, and it's rare to be able to relax for a while lately. Principal Chen, did you call me early in the morning, is there anything wrong? ”

"It's not a big deal." Chen Hanqing said. "I'm just to inform you, this year's Chinese medicine conference is coming to an end, if you have time, come back and participate."

"It's almost the end of the day again?"

"yes, at the end of this month." Chen Hanqing said. "The Zheng family is finished, those old guys propose to re-elect the position of president of the Chinese Medical Union, Xiaoyan, are you interested in fighting this time?"

"Of course." Yan Murong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a smile. "Don't worry, Principal Chen, I won't waste this opportunity."

"That's good." Chen Hanqing said with satisfaction. "Your current development speed is very fast, if you can get the position of president this time, it will be more beneficial to your development."

After chatting with Chen Hanqing for a while, Yan Murong hung up the phone and sat on the sofa, quickly thinking about the next plan in his head.

"The matter of the TCM conference?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong who was thinking with his head down and asked.

"Hmm." Yan Murong glanced at Teng Xiangling and said. "Held at the end of the month."

"What are you going to be the president of the Chinese Medical Union?"

"That's the plan." Yan Murong smiled and said. "Traditional Chinese medicine has been in decline for so many years, and it's time to reform it - although this president is just a small official of a non-governmental organization, he can still be useful if he speaks in front of those old men."

"Reform?" Teng Xiangling asked suspiciously. "How are you going to reform?"

"I haven't figured this out yet." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "But what should be established is established, and what should be abolished is abolished, this is a must."

"You are the emperor?" Teng Xiangling giggled. "What should be established, what should be abolished, should you be the prince?"

"If you have to say that, I won't deny it." Yan Murong smiled-

Suzhou and Hangzhou, listen to the rain building.

This is a teahouse standing on the edge of the West Lake, with an antique atmosphere, and you can see the West Lake scarred by the drizzle when you open the window.

Qingxi Lake is not as good as Yuxi Lake, Yuxi Lake is not as good as Night West Lake, but the West Lake in the rainy night is more elegant.

Han Xiang likes to drink tea, and this is the place she must come to after dinner every day, where she has a private room where she can see the West Lake by opening the window all year round.

A pot of dragon wells, a beautiful woman, a little autumn rain - this situation and this scene has formed an extremely quiet and elegant picture.

Han Xiang likes to drink tea, prefers to make tea by herself, every time she comes here, she will bring her own set of tea sets and tea leaves, even the water for making tea, she has to cook it by herself, and never has to wait for her.

The process of making tea is very delicate by her, not like just boiling tea, but more like carving a work of art.

"Wow, blah, bh

In this matter, there was a sound of leather shoes hitting the ground outside, Han Xiang's hand holding the teapot paused slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes looked at the door.

She didn't like to be disturbed while she was drinking tea, but the footsteps stopped at the door of her box, and then there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Please come in." Han Xiang's red lips opened slightly, the expression on her face regained that calmness again, lowered her head, and continued to complete the process in her hand.

The door to the box was opened, then closed again, and a man with a cynical smile on his face sat down, looked at Han Xiang and said. "Drinking tea and listening to the rain by the West Lake on a rainy night, the beauty of Han Da is really Yaxing."

PS: The first update, ask for flowers, I don't even want tickets, just order free flowers.