Zhuang Xiu is white and tall, with a fair complexion, warm facial features, and a thick bookish atmosphere, he is the kind of man who makes people feel comfortable at a glance.

Seeing him walk into the ward, Zhou Qiao, who was laughing with Wen Lan, immediately sank his face.

Out of politeness, Wen Lan took the initiative to call "Doctor Zhuang", which was regarded as a greeting.

Zhuang Xiu's white lips smiled at Wen Lan, and her eyes fell on Zhou Qiao, "You won't answer your call, so you can only chase Wen Lan to the ward."

"Who told you I was here?" Zhou Qiao's voice did not have any temperature.

"Uncle Zhou, of course." Zhuang Xiubai then remembered that he was still holding two bouquets of flowers, and first put a bouquet of lilies on the head of Wen Lan's bed, "This is specially bought for Wen Lan, I hope Wen Lan can recover soon."

Wen Lan said "thank you" from the bottom of his heart.

Zhuang Xiubai handed a bunch of fiery roses in his hand to Zhou Qiao again, "Give it to you, do you like it?"

"I don't like it." Zhou Qiao didn't lift his eyelids, "Lan Lan is on a drip, and he needs a quiet environment, so you better hurry up."

"It's fine. But I'm on leave today, and I'm not going anywhere, I'm waiting for you outside Zhou Qiao's ward." Zhuang Xiubai touched nails in front of Zhou Qiao a lot, and didn't take her eviction order seriously at all.

Wen Lan was a little embarrassed, and kept giving Zhou Qiao a look, in exchange for Zhou Qiao's white eyes.

"Rest well, I won't bother you." Zhuang Xiu said goodbye to Wen Lan with a smile on the corner of her white lips.

As soon as he put the red rose in his hand on the table, he was stopped by Zhou Qiao, "Take it along with your flowers."

Zhuang Xiu picked up the red rose, unscrewed the door and went outside.

Wen Lan glared at Zhou Qiao fiercely, and whispered, "In front of me, an outsider, you should always save some face for Doctor Zhuang!"

"It's okay to be emotional, it's okay if it's not good, I won't drag my feet." Zhou Qiao leaned on the escort bed opposite, "You're embarrassed to talk about me!" When Jiang Jingci was sticking to you, you were more ruthless than me!"

Wen Lan immediately sank his face, "Don't mention the name that makes me uncomfortable."

"My feelings for Zhuang Xiubai and your feelings for Jiang Jingci are the same, except for disgust, there is nothing else." Zhou Qiao muttered in a low voice.

"Then I'll never match you with Dr. Zhuang again." Wen Lan smiled and provoked another topic, "By the way, who are you going to give this year's quota to country F for further study?"

"No one will give it, I'll go myself." Zhou Qiao shook off his waist-length curls, chic and casual, "Refresher class for half a month, and then go around, TT will rely on you in the next month."

"You went to country F to avoid Dr. Zhuang." Wen Lan suddenly realized.

"It's still a good friend if you don't see through it." Zhou Qiao stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly on the door of Wen Lan's head, "You lie down obediently, if there is a situation, click on the pager above, and I will send the one at the door away and come to accompany you."

"Speak well, and try not to hurt Dr. Chong's fragile heart." Wen Lan jokingly admonished.

Zhou Qiao walked out of the ward.

Wen Lan picked up the phone with a non-drip hand, clicked on it, and a message that "the five main R&D personnel of Feast Digital Game Company left Feast" came into view.

Xie's mother had just come out of the funeral, and she was still living in the hospital, so Xie Yansheng was in a hurry to go to Beijing, it turned out that it was because of this!

This year, the battle between "Feast" and "Jiang Shen" in the digital world is almost white-hot, and if something like this happens to "Feast", "Jiang Shen" will definitely be inseparable!

Wen Lan was only worried about his mobile phone, but he couldn't think of how to share Xie Yansheng's worries.

A screeching call from her mobile phone interrupted Wen Lan's thoughts.

It was a strange number, but she still clicked the answer button without thinking.

A familiar male voice came, "Miss Wen, I'm Mr. Jiang's driver Wang Zheng. The other day you chased the rear wing of your husband's new car, and the car was sent to a professional repair agency. The cost of the repair is the insurance of the car, but it needs to be signed by Miss Wen to prove that the car was rear-ended by Miss Wen's car."

Wen Lan had a headache whenever he heard something related to Jiang Jingci, and the reason given by Wang Zheng was very clumsy, so he asked with a frown, "Need me."

When are you going to sign it?"

"I'm waiting to settle the cost of the car repair, Miss Wen should come over quickly. I immediately sent the address of the repair organization to Ms. Wen." Wang Zheng urged.

Wen Lan guessed that as long as he passed, he would definitely "bump into" Jiang Jingci, and was stunned for a moment, "I'm busy with something, so I can't go."

"I can wait for Miss Wen first, or I can have someone pick up Miss Wen at TT. Now it's time to get the car out of the pit stop, and all I need is Miss Wen's signature." Wang Zheng continued to put tepid pressure on Wen Lan.

"I'm sorry, I can't really go right now." Wen Lan closed his tired eyes and simply had a showdown, "You tell Jiang Jingci that I will pay for the maintenance of his car, just quote the price directly."

Wang Zheng on the other end laughed embarrassedly, "I just need Miss Wen to sign it, and I don't need Miss Wen to pay a penny." If Miss Wen doesn't come to sign, Mr. Jiang will definitely scold me for not doing my job well."

Wen Lan let out a long sigh and said slowly, "I was on an intravenous drip in the hospital, and I really can't get over it now."

"I'm sorry Miss Wen, but I was too anxious, I didn't know you were sick." Wang Zheng immediately changed his tone, "There is no hurry to sign, just contact me after you are discharged from the hospital."

Before Wen Lan could react, the call ended.

Putting down the phone, Zhou Qiao pushed the door in.

Wen Lan lowered his upper body to look at the door, but the door closed with a "bang" and he didn't see anything.

"Don't look at it, Zhuang Xiubai was driven away by me." Zhou Qiao smiled comfortably at her.

Before Wen Lan could comment, he received a notification on his mobile phone WeChat to add friends.

The other party's remark is very strange, it is "love you like quitting smoking".

Wen Lan curiously clicked on the other party's profile picture, which was a very common silhouette of a man's face on the Internet, showing that she was added by searching for her mobile phone number.

The signature of the WeChat account is "Don't run, I won't chase it, I'm afraid of falling you".

Wen Lan ignored it directly.

Accompanied by Zhou Qiao, the two chatted all over the world, and Wen Lan felt that time passed very quickly.

Neither of them was in TT, the phone calls from the heads of the three studios kept coming, and Wen Lan gave Zhou Qiao an eviction order three times in a row before Zhou Qiao left the hospital.

Wen Lan stared at the few potions left in the drip bottle above, but his heart drifted to Xie Yansheng.

When the knock on the door came, she thought it was a nurse and decisively shouted "Come in".

To her shock, it was Jiang Jingci who pushed the door in!

Less than two seconds after the two looked at each other, Wen Lan grabbed an apple that Zhou Qiao put on the bedside table and threw it towards Jiang Jingci: "Get out!"

Jiang Jingci turned sideways to avoid it, and the joy of reunion froze on his face.