Zhang Yisheng noticed that his mother's dress was black, but the makeup and hair were still exquisite, the makeup was excessive, and the hairstyle was also carefully designed. I don't know what it is for, happy or sad, complicated eyes.

Yao Nanping touched Zhang Yisheng's head: "Zhang Zhengde is dead." ”

Zhang Yisheng's face was expressionless, after all, he had no impression of this person. Half of his life has been thrown abroad, and his feelings are naturally cultivated, and the other party is just his mother's ex-husband. Only interested in women who attract themselves.

He nodded like a puppet, slowly feeling a little sleepy.

Zhang Yisheng: "Mom, I'm going to sleep." ”

Yao Nanping got up and admonished, and she had already heard her son's whirring.

She walked outside, to the nurses' station, and asked, "My son's attending doctor, let him come and see me." ”

Yao Nanping stood at the door, waiting, after a while, the doctor and Qi Te came at the same time, Yao Nanping didn't think much about it, she looked at the sign on the chest of the attending doctor that read "Liu Yajun", Yao Nanping showed the expression that doctors often saw before.

Liu Yajun: "My name can still make you smile, it's good." ”

Yao Nanping immediately put away her smile and changed her face: "My son sleeps quickly, what's going on?" ”

Liu Yajun: "Normal, being in a coma is not resting. Now that he has regained consciousness, coupled with the effects of our medication, he needs to rest well and prepare for the next surgery. ”

Yao Nanping nodded: "Thank you, doctor." ”

She left with Kirt. The two walked to the parking lot, and Yao Nanping called: "I hope to change my son to an attending doctor, okay, the most skilled." ”

Qi Te looked at Yao Nanping, she hung up the phone, and answered his question with his eyes: "There are very few doctors with conscience, and there are many doctors with skills." ”

Qite smiled: "You always have so many ridiculous remarks. ”

Yao Nanping: "It's like when I evaluate the acquireable value of a business. There are a lot of variables, and there is also a desirable range of constants, and if the other party wants to sell for a good price, they have to make me happy, and my emotions affect their acquisition value. ”

Qite: "Yes, the doctor is professional. ”

Yao Nanping: "I am also a professional in this field...... No one can completely separate the technical and emotional. ”

Qi Ling nodded, and the car stopped at the door of a Western restaurant where Zhang Yisheng often ate.

Ying'er opened the door, and a girl in simple clothes sat on the sofa reading a book. A plain white T-shirt, a ripped denim, it doesn't get any more casual and simple to wear.

The girl stood up and greeted warmly: "Hello." ”

Ying'er nodded in, almost staring at the other party.

Ying'er: "Why did you increase the price of the negotiation?" ”

Girl: "Where's Arrow?" ”

Ying'er was a little uneasy, hiding the surprise in her heart: "You, he can't come today if he has something to do." ”

Girl: "I saw it, his dad died." It's sad. ”

Ying'er was a little annoyed, what's the matter with this girl? A very devoted look, with a ruffian, a bit like the person in Arrow's heart.

Ying'er: "Tell me, how much?" ”

The girl put the bookmark in her hand in the middle of the book and closed it, it was a copy of "Cold War".

Ying'er stared at the book, and Arrow loved it too.

Girl: "Have you read this book?" In a nutshell, there are bargaining chips in the negotiations. I have something in my hand, and I only talk to Arrow. I don't know you, so we can just chat and not talk about trading. ”

Ying'er sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and showed a wicked smile: "How old are you?" ”

“22。”

"It's so young. What I'm going to say next will sound uncomfortable, so I'll apologize to you first. Ying'er paused for a moment, looked down in thought, and raised her head again, "There are only two kinds of women who will successfully attract men, one is young, like you, and the other is rich, like me." The weight of these two in a man's heart is the difference between your identity and mine. Do you understand how I describe it, sister! ”

The girl raised her head, listened carefully to Ying'er's words, thought about it seriously, and made a grimace: "I don't understand, but you seem to be quite strange." ”

Ying'er: "Me, strange? ”

"It's a cycle of life, and all human struggles have traces. My name is Shang Li. ”

Ying'er looked at Shang Li's outstretched hand, and she shook it politely.

Shang Li: "You and I are not in a hostile relationship, I want to state this first." ”。

"Not friends, either."

"That's right. Now, we can talk about the price, we just got to know each other. ”