At noon the next day, after Su Wansheng had lunch, he called Jiang Fengxing and asked him if the meat ball was still alive.

"Alive, the housekeeper took it to the pet hospital again, and the doctor gave it an injection, so it shouldn't be dead." Jiang Fengxing said it very tactfully.

In fact, before going out in the morning, he also played with meat balls.

Probably because he took sleeping pills and slept for a long time, that guy is a good thief today, and he is alive and kicking.

After talking on the phone, as soon as Su Wansheng cut off the phone, Song Zhiyue came over and joked with a smile.

"People say that if you don't see each other for a day, you can meet in the morning, sleep on a quilt at night, and use the phone at noon every day? Who the hell are you who don't worry about whom? ”

"It's not him, it's Jiang Xian."

"Oh."

"The guy who brought you breakfast in the morning is good, don't you think about it?" Su Wansheng put the phone in his pocket.

Song Zhiyue looked disgusted: "He is the one who forced me to spend last time, a straight man with cancer, not to mention that I don't like him, with his character, I can't stand it at all." ”

"How can you stand the character of Feng Chen?"

Feng Chen is cold to her, and sometimes he ignores her.

Song Zhiyue sighed: "This is probably love or not." ”

***

On this day, there was an accident in the milk tea shop, and Su Wansheng asked for leave to deal with it.

After dealing with the milk tea shop, she planned to go back to the company to work, but received a call from Xu Xiangsi.

Xu Xiangsi asked her to go to the art exhibition together.

She didn't want to go, but she couldn't stand Xu Xiangsi's pleas, so she agreed.

After the two met, Su Wansheng asked, "Why did you suddenly think about going to see an art exhibition?" ”

Xu Xiangsi became more and more temperamental, his hair was cut shorter, and the tips of his hair were permed, delicate and fashionable.

"My dad likes to collect paintings, and I want to buy one to honor him."

The two went to the art exhibition, and there were a lot of people, all of them celebrities.

Su Wansheng finished admiring the paintings hanging on the wall and planned to go elsewhere.

But the moment she turned her head, she saw a familiar figure, and her pupils shrank sharply in an instant.

Seeing that the thin figure was walking away, she shook off Xu Xiangsi's hand and chased after her.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, she caught up with the man.

She shouted: "Qin Lang! ”

The man walking in front of him stopped, like in slow motion in a movie, and slowly turned around.

The thin sunlight of early spring pierced through the window at the end of the corridor and hit him.

There was a hazy white mist around him, which made Su Wansheng a little unable to see his facial features.

She blinked her eyes vigorously, her eyes gathering little by little.

Looking at that familiar face, her whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, and she was speechless in shock.

After a long time, she muttered: "Qin Lang......"

The man smiled at her gently: "I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person." ”

With that, he turned around and was about to leave again.

Su Wansheng stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve: "Qin Lang, don't go!" ”

The thin man was forced to stop and turned to look at her again.

The corners of Su Wansheng's eyes were flushed, looking at the man's handsome face, his voice gradually choked up.

"Where have you been these two years? How is your body? I see that you are quite energetic, have you been cured? ”

"Miss, I'm really not Qin Lang." The man sighed with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Su Wansheng said in a firm tone: "I won't recognize the wrong person, you are Qin Lang." ”