On the other side, Peng Qiyang hurried over with a few cups of milk tea, he rushed into the conference room panting, and took a breath at Xu Yizhi and Ming Cheng, who were drinking tea leisurely, and waved his hand weakly: "I'm sorry, I'm late, the road is too congested!" ”

Ming Cheng took a sip of tea, pushed the golden wire eyes on the bridge of his nose, crossed Erlang's legs, and shook his head gently: "It's okay." ”

Xu Yizhen unceremoniously took the milk tea in his hand: "Thank you." ”

"Well, are you here? I—I'm going to change my clothes? He nervously tugged at his T-shirt, suddenly feeling that he was too hasty to wear it.

After all, he was helping his brother meet with his sister-in-law's family, so if you want to give his brother impression points, you still have to be formal, right?

"Clothes? What kind of clothes? ”

"It's just a white coat, didn't you say you want to pretend to be a psychiatrist? I also memorized some technical terms. ”

Xu Yizhen put down the milk tea in his hand and shook the clothes on his body that had not been taken off: "Isn't it?" ”

"Huh?" Peng Qiyang's eyes widened: "Why are you wearing it?" Didn't you say that I would be a doctor and you would be an assistant? ”

Xu Yizhen raised his eyebrows, stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Peng Peng, don't be late in the future." ”

With that, he walked out of the conference room.

"What?" Peng Qiyang was inexplicable.

Ming Cheng also stood up and patted his shoulder on the other side: "People have already come and left, don't be sad." ”

Peng Qiyang: ......

Grass mud horse!

So what is he doing in such a hurry?

He touched his hair in frustration, but his hand suddenly froze and touched his trouser pocket.

"Big oranges." He exclaimed suddenly.

Ming Cheng's footsteps stopped and looked back at him: "What's wrong?" ”

Peng Qiyang turned to look at him: "Did you give them a notebook?" White, gilded. "52 Literature

Ming Cheng snorted and said, "I saw that there was no name written on the book, so I used it, what, it's yours?" ”

Peng Qiyang nodded stiffly.

"That's okay, isn't it just a book that looks like a medical record book, I'll give you another one."

The book he gave Jiang Yi to them was printed with the logo designed by Jiang Yi himself, which was still gilded, with a customized white cover, which was a high-end product at first glance, and was very worthy of their identity as a psychiatrist.

The notebook was taken out of the white coat by Xu Yizhen, and he didn't write his name when he thought about it, so he used it as a medical record book.

"No, it's not ......" Peng Qiyang wanted to cry without tears, he stomped his feet: "That notebook was put in when I tried on that white coat yesterday!" ”

“so？” Didn't you just try it on, nothing: "You're useless, are you?" I see the first few pages are empty. ”

"But the last few pages of that notebook have pictures of my goddess pasted on!"

Ming Cheng: "......"

He licked his lips, and suddenly felt a little dazed, the lights in the conference room were turned on too brightly, and he looked up and found that the lights were not on in the conference room.

Oh, it's too sunny outside, the sun is too big.

“…… Did you get anything else? ”

"Yes." Peng Qiyang nodded weakly: "I also wrote some ...... Well, a chat with my goddess. ”

Of course, it was his one-sided chat.

Ming Cheng: "......"

Finished.

They're finished.

It's okay if it's just discovered by Jiang Yi, but it's okay if it's discovered by my sister-in-law.

Ay.

They're probably going to die.