The phone was connected, and a mature uncle's voice came, "Jinyan beauty, I haven't been in touch for a long time, why did you remember to call me today?" ”

Lao Qi is actually also Song Jinyan's patient. Because his studio is called Colorful Painting Studio, they all call him Lao Qi.

Lao Qi and his seventh sister-in-law are classmates at the University of Fine Arts, and they can be described as childhood sweethearts. After getting married, the two ran a studio together, and the business was booming.

But the seventh sister-in-law suffered from cancer. Since the death of the seventh sister-in-law, the seventh child is like a different person, drinking, gambling, and his girlfriend is changing every day.

Seeing that the studio could not be operated, his family forcibly brought him to Song Jinyan for treatment.

Later, Song Jinyan and Lao Qi went from doctors and patients to friends.

Because the working atmosphere of the studio is relatively peaceful and the pace is slow, which is very suitable for Nanxi's condition, Song Jinyan only asked Lao Qi to help him with this favor back then.

Moreover, Lao Qi has experienced a lot of things, and he is a mature and stable person, so let him help watch Nanxi, and she is also relieved.

Although he is a painter, Lao Qi is also a businessman after all, and he has a shrewdness that ordinary people do not have, Song Jinyan plans to tell him the truth, "Well, Brother Qi." ”

Alas, although I have the impression of this person in my head, after all, he is a stranger, and I really don't know how to talk to him.

Now what makes Song Jinyan most helpless is these familiar strangers!

"Huh? Song Da Beauty, if you have something to ask me, you actually call me Seventh Brother. Come, Sister Jinyan, call brother again. ”

……

Are artists like that?

Extraordinary......

"Old Seven, Nanxi's illness has recurred recently, so I'm here to help her ask for leave from you. Okay, it's okay, I'm hanging. Song Jinyan thought it was better to hurry up and hang up the phone.

But Lao Qi didn't give her a chance to hang up the phone, "What? You said Nanxi's illness relapsed? It can't be, she's been fine lately, and she doesn't see anything wrong. How did it relapse? ”

"Because I fell from the building, Nanxi was too worried, so I ......"

"What? When did you fall from the building? Didn't die, did you? ”

……

Song Jinyan really didn't know how to answer.

"I'm sorry, I'm dead, goodbye!" Song Jinyan pressed the hang-up button heavily.

Song Jinyan hung up the phone and was looking at the ceiling in a daze, thinking about what had happened in the past few days, feeling that the pace was too fast, and the brain circuits were a little unable to keep up.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang, startling her. She glanced at a villain icon flashing on her phone, and she remembered that this was a new thing called "WeChat", high-tech, so she picked up her phone and clicked it.

After clicking on it, there is a column of icons, I go, are these all people's names?

The begging agave, the little wild cat chasing the bar, and the studious Spark......

She saw the "most promising artist in the village" flashing at the top, so she clicked on it. A message pops up.

"Jinyan is a beautiful woman, kiss, what, I'm attending the French Arts Festival. I really haven't watched the domestic news, and I don't know about your fall from the building...... I'll give you a slap in the face, and I'll go back and invite you to a comfort meal. ”

What kind of nonsense is this, there is no logic in speaking, is it really an internationally renowned painter?

Song Geunyan was skeptical.

The people of this world...... It's crazy!

I'm really at a loss, so I have to be careful.

Song Jinyan looked up at the "HELLO KITTY" wall clock hanging on the wall of the living room, 2:45.

Really tired, Song Jinyan got up and went to the second floor, first went back to her room to change her pajamas, and then came to Nanxi's room, she didn't know what Nanxi would do when she woke up in a while.

To be exact, she didn't know who Nanxi would be when she woke up.

She had to stay with Nanxi.

Gently climbed onto Nanxi's bed and covered it with a quilt, she was so tired, Song Jinyan just wanted to sleep beautifully, and the rest would be talked about when she woke up.

Song Jinyan was woken up by a phone ring, and looked at Nanxi, who was still asleep next to him, Song Jinyan picked up the phone in a low voice and said, "Hello!" ”

"Jinyan, it's me, Wen Jia" The voice on the phone paused, "God! You didn't even forget Corey's phone number, did you? Lao Zhao said that you are fine, you have been discharged from the hospital, how can you ......"