It's a number with no notes.

But as soon as Song Xingran saw that number, he knew who the other party was.

Lu Qingchen.

In the past four years, she has changed her mobile phone and phone number, but she still remembers his number.

Plain as day.

Those numbers are etched in my mind, and no matter how long it has passed, I can't forget them.

When she was with Lu Qingchen before, she firmly wrote down his phone number.

Later, Lu Qingchen coaxed her to write down many other things.

His birthday, his height and weight, even his bank card password, everything related to him, he would let her write it down.

This is probably what young couples will do during the love period, and Song Xingran didn't think there was anything at that time.

On the contrary, there is still a little sweetness in my heart.

But then......

Song Xingran didn't think about it anymore, and in those days, she didn't want to think about it, and she didn't dare.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to keep her mind at bay.

Tap on the text message.

"Nine o'clock on Monday morning, don't be late."

The content of the text message is very much in line with Lu Qingchen's character.

The words are concise and to the point, and there is indifference between the lines.

But......

Send a text message to keep her from being late? 
What do you mean?

Do you really think she is still the same Song Xingran?

Just thinking about sleeping in every day?

She's also reliable now, okay?

Song Xingran couldn't hold back and replied to him with a message.

"Oh!"

deliberately put an eye-catching exclamation mark to express his dissatisfaction.

Now Song Xingran just wants to finish shooting the advertisement for that ring as soon as possible.

In this way, the whereabouts of the mother can be known.

Thinking of this, Song Xingran called Song Siyan.

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Xiao Yang stood outside Lu Qingchen's door and said respectfully: "Sir, Han Dashao has gone back, and Miss Song has also arrived home safely." ”

Lu Qingchen was wearing a loose nightgown, sitting on a chair in the room with a dignified and lazy posture, looking down at the mobile phone screen.

It shows the reply that Song Xingran gave him just now.

Although it was just one word, it seemed to please him.

Especially that exclamation point with a little temper.

He didn't want his dyeing to be afraid of him.

That's a good start.

At this time, Xiao Yang's voice sounded outside the door again: "Sir, Doctor Yang is here." ”

"Come in."

Dr. Yang is Lu Qingchen's long-time psychiatrist, and he is a very authoritative existence in the field of psychology.

Since breaking up with Song Xingran four years ago, Lu Qingchen has always had headaches from time to time and insomnia all night long.

I went to the hospital for an examination, and the results of the examination were normal.

Old Man Lu was worried about his grandson's health, so he called the best psychiatrist in the imperial capital.

Dr. Yang walked into the room and glanced at the man sitting in the chair, and saw that he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Mr. Lu seems to be in good shape today."

When Lu Qingchen heard his words, he raised his eyes and glanced at him with cold eyes.

Doctor Yang couldn't help but swallow his saliva and said with a smile, "It seems that there is no need for hypnosis today." ”

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes and casually played with the ring in his hand.

Rubbing gently, it is regarded as a treasure.

Suddenly, his good-looking thin lips lightly opened: "Leave the medicine, you can go." ”

The tone is cold and cold, and there is no room for beak.

Dr. Yang obediently opened the diagnosis and treatment box, took out the sleep aid, and put it on the table.

"Mr. Lu, taking too much of this sleep aid is not good for your health, if you can, try not to take it."