The man seemed to be smiling, and then he let go of his hand.

Ji Rushi lowered her eyes, her cheeks were red, and her withdrawn hand quietly pinched the white coat, and her palms were full of sweat.

And the culprit has already started greeting the dean with a calm demeanor.

Ji Rushi couldn't help it, looked over secretly, and unexpectedly found that the man had been staring at her with his spare eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was sarcastic.

With a flash of light, Ji Rushi finally understood that he did it on purpose!

He could see that she was resistant to physical touch, so he deliberately took the initiative to shake her hand to test her reaction.

Ji Rushi's eyes were indignant, and she met his gaze, but the man didn't seem to see it, withdrew his gaze, and continued to talk and laugh with the dean.

After a few words, the dean turned to Ji Rushi and said, "Doctor Ji, go to your office, you can talk alone." ”

Ji Rushi opened her lips and wanted to say that she couldn't cope with this job, but Mr. Ning had already turned around.

Seeing the dean's trusting gaze, Ji Rushi had no choice but to turn around with the medical records.

A tall man with long legs, walking neither fast nor slow, Ji Rushi was wearing high heels, and she didn't keep up after following for a long time.

"Mr. Ning, can you slow down?" didn't hold back, Ji Rushi opened her mouth to call him.

Ning Zhiyuan was stopped by the soft voice behind him, turned around, looked at Ji Rushi, and his deep gaze moved from her face to her high heels.

After a while, his thin lips twitched, "Then you lead the way." ”

Ji Rushi smiled politely and walked in front of him, "Thank you." ”

Ning Zhiyuan chuckled lightly, and a deep voice sounded, "It's quite polite now." ”

Ji Rushi slammed her steps when she heard this, Ning Zhiyuan didn't expect it, and accidentally bumped into her directly, her chest pressed tightly against her back.

The woman's hair also brushed directly against his Adam's apple and nose, leaving a vague fragrance.

Just in an instant, Ji Rushi began to dodge in panic, but because the heel was too high, she fell to the side.

Ning Zhiyuan stretched out his hand when he saw this, and although he hesitated, he finally reached out and grabbed her waist and took her into his arms.

The man's arms were warm and safe, but Ji Rushi was stiff, and her face immediately changed, "You ......"

Before she could say anything, the man interrupted her in a serious tone, "Don't wear shoes so high if you don't have good feet." ”

"I know, thank you!"

Ji Rushi thanked him, but his body resisted him, and he couldn't wait to walk to the office, not even noticing, he knew that his feet were not good.

Ning Zhiyuan stood in place, staring at the woman's back for a while, his eyes were dark and deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Entering the office, Ji Rushi sat behind the desk, and her ankle ached.

The incident ten years ago left her with a hidden disease in her feet, and if she didn't pay attention to it, she would get sick and hurt her heart.

It wasn't until Ning Zhiyuan entered the office that she pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and observed the man's actions.

The man's behavior was unfamiliar, and when he entered the house, he walked straight to the window and sat down on the single sofa.

He took off his black woolen coat and put it on the armrests of the sofa, revealing a black suit and white shirt that wrapped his muscular body properly.

It stands to reason that people with long-term severe insomnia are either obese and greasy or skinny. But this gentleman, who was physically fit and had a good temperament, sat there like a god.

When his gaze met him without hesitation, Ji Rushi's heartbeat accelerated violently, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, his cheeks and ears were hot.

Ji Rushi frowned, she wouldn't have been like this before, could it be because he was the first man to touch him in the past ten years?

Shaking her head, Ji Rushi drove away the chaotic thoughts and looked down at the medical records on the table.

The medical records are thick, but they are all blank.

Ji Rushi was puzzled, frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and had to take out a new medical record book and a pen.

"Name?"

"Ning Zhiyuan."

"Tranquil Zhiyuan?" Ji Rushi looked at the past inquiringly, and her emotions had adjusted to the state of work.

The man sat in the backlit place, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he didn't say anything.

Ji Rushi lowered her head, quickly wrote down the three words Ning Zhiyuan, and then asked, "Age?" ”

"Twenty-eight."

"Occupation?"

“……”

Ning Zhiyuan was silent, and his eyes were blazing looking at Ji Rushi, who was only two meters away. Her expression was serious, and it was obvious that she really didn't know anything about him.

He wanted to ask her, did he really remember him?