"Boss, Madame's phone."

Yan Shaohan, who was working, was only allowed to be disturbed by Xiao Fan, and his work with his head bowed revealed the atmosphere of a noble superior.

After receiving the phone, the man still looked cold, and his thin lips were lightly lifted.

"Dear Miss Pei, how about coming in? Why do you have the leisure to call me? ”

For his family, Yan Shaohan is still very different, although he still looks cold, it is not difficult to see his love and respect for his parents.

On the other side of the phone was a beautiful lady, and her well-maintained face did not tell that she was close to forty years old.

With a smile all year round, aging will also stay away from you to a certain extent.

The beautiful woman heard her son's tone, and was accustomed to it,

But she still coquettishly hit a middle-aged man in military uniform next to him who looked a little similar to Yan Shaohan.

The voice of whispering is also nice.

"Look! Our son blames us for not calling him! ”

Yan Shaohan heard his mother say this, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, but he still didn't speak, waiting for the words over there.

"Son! It's been a long time since you and Xi Xi returned to Beijing, and Mom wants to kill you. How about analysis? ”

"Of course he's doing well."

Yan Shaohan unconsciously appeared in his mind the appearance of a young man smiling lightly, the appearance of evil.

Well, it should be considered good.

It's so bold, and it's getting more and more eye-catching.

"Son! I can tell you, you are not allowed to bully Analysis, he is still a child, let him do everything, do you hear? ”

It can be seen that Mrs. is really fond of the analysis, and that feeling is really enviable!

"Got it."

Of course, he will let him take care of him, and he will practice him well.

"If there's nothing to do, just hang up first, I'm busy here."

Hearing the sigh of the beautiful woman over there, the man hung up the phone.

The hand on the table began to knock habitually again and again, and it was impossible to see what was going on in the pale eyes.

……

On the other side, he took Fu Qing to the hospital for a check-up, and the doctor said it was fine.

However, you will need to stay in the hospital for a few days.

VIP Ward.

Fu Qing, who changed into a hospital gown, was greedily put on the bed by the doctor, and looked at the young man sitting on the sofa next to him eating apples with a gloomy expression.

After a long while, the boy finished nibbling the red apple in his hand.

"Alright, let's talk about us."

He threw the remaining apple cores into the trash, looked at the paid Xingmu, and said with a smile.

Fu Qing didn't speak, and a pair of eyes just looked at him, waiting for his next move.

"I need you to be my agent, of course, you can choose not to answer for the time being."

He put his backpack on the couch, looked at the grapes on the table, and ate again.

In that case, there is no hurry, waiting for the question to be paid.

The appearance of eating by himself seems to be completely lethal, but the consciousness of the analysis has always found that this Fu Qing is looking at his gaze.

"Why me?"

After a long time, Fu Qing lowered his head and asked.

"Your previous experience is enough to prove that you are a very talented person."

"It's not terrible to be framed, and in the end, you still have the possibility of turning the tables."

"And you've got a lot of appetite for me."

Xi slowly got up from the sofa, walked to the hospital bed, and said word by word.

His words also succeeded in arousing Fu Qing's interest, and his hanging head slowly lifted up.

"Can I think about it."

"Of course, this is my contact number, feel free to call me if you want to. Also, you live here first, I don't want to look like you're going to die next time I see you. ”

"That's it first, if you have something to contact, I'll leave first if I still have something."

He looked at the time, and it was already eight o'clock.

The show was about to begin, and he didn't want to miss it.

Fu Qing, who was sitting on the hospital bed, watched the figure of the young man leaving.

seem

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Rather die than live silently.

- Hu Shi