"I'm not sick."

Dr. Tan was silent for a moment, "...... Do you need me to tell Young Master Wen about this? Let him come with you ? ”

"Please don't do this, I don't have any special relationship with him, and he has no position to be responsible for me."

"Did you know that I only take two patients a year?"

"I don't want to speculate on any relationship, but normal people can see that Fang Niannian was brought to that villa because of you," Dr. Tan said calmly, "If it weren't for you, Fang Niannian wouldn't have been able to make an appointment with me at all." ”

"Please don't do that."

Fang Ci only repeated this sentence.

Dr. Tan sighed softly.

In any case, her being with Young Master Wen should be good for her recovery, Young Master Wen is a very warm, wild and full of vitality, and may be able to give her a little nourishment in her daily interactions.

Now some Chicken Soup for the Soul on the Internet always says that people should not build their happiness on others, and people can only heal themselves. In fact, people who have no self-healing ability need a "medicine guide" to gradually build their self-healing ability with the help of others.

Otherwise, you will only sink deeper and deeper step by step, lost in the eternal night.

-

Everything was properly arranged, and before Qu Yingqiu and Fang Hong left, they specially called Fang Ci over and asked her, "What did Doctor Tan tell you?" Have you memorized them all? ”

"Hmm."

"Doctor Tan told us to run here less, in the future, you and Niannian live here, don't make her cry anymore, take care of her."

"Okay."

Qu Yingqiu looked her up and down, pondered it, and deliberately put her tone flat, "...... Are you very familiar with Young Master Wen? ”

When someone came over, it could be seen at a glance that the physical contact between her and Young Master Wen was not an ordinary friendship at all.

“…… I'm not familiar with it, I've only seen it twice in the bureau that Song Yuze took me to. ”

A mocking coldness appeared in Fang Ci's heart, but this coldness quickly turned into a cruel and rebellious fast. Feel.

Yes, it is very familiar.

It's just a matter of being honest.

What do you think?

"Mention Yu Ze......" Qu Yingqiu's attention was diverted, "You have a good relationship with Xiao Ling and Chen Qiaoyue?" ”

Fang Ci no longer denied it, "It's okay." ”

"Then move around more, the Chen family spoils Chen Qiaoyue very much, her words have a lot of power for the entire Chen family, and it doesn't hurt to have a good relationship with her."

"Got it."

At this point, the mother and daughter had nothing else to say.

Fang Niannian rushed up and gave Qu Yingqiu and Fang Hong a big hug, and cried again, gesturing to show reluctance.

Qu Yingqiu and Fang Hong took turns touching her head and coaxed her softly.

Fang Ci, who was standing in front of the window, watched all this silently like a bystander.

No matter what, Fang Niannian has someone to support him.

She's different—in a sense, she's a homeless person.

The silence drowned her deeper.

In this world, the only person who is close enough to let her take the initiative to show her gray pigeon tattoo is Wen Zhiyan.

At the moment, he seemed to be the only thing she could hold onto.

She thought in hindsight that she shouldn't have said no that night.

She should have agreed to Wen Zhiyan and be his girlfriend.

A moment of warmth is better than a cold polar night.

-

Two or three days passed after that, and on the second Wednesday of November.

On the afternoon of that day, the four consecutive classes on criminal procedure law were temporarily cancelled, and it happened that Xiao Ling came to call.

She saved up a game, and asked Fang Ci to invite Chen Qiaoyue, plus Song Yuze, a total of four people, to have lunch at Xishan Manor and drink afternoon tea by the way.

Chen Qiaoyue poked the pan-fried foie gras on the plate in front of her for a while, and frowned, "Aren't you tired of eating this thing?" ”

"Sister Qiaoyue is tired of it? Then let's change another one next time," Xiao Ling thought for a while, "By the way, the Canadian scallops in the back garden of Polaroid are good," she squeezed her eyes at Fang Ci, "I heard less last time, remember?" I tried it later, and it was good. ”

"Have you met less?"

Chen Qiaoyue raised her eyebrows.

"Well," Xiao Ling nodded and smiled sweetly, "Wen Shao also said a few more words to Ah Ci and asked her to eat more, I didn't know before, Wen Shao turned out to be such a gentle person." ”

Chen Qiaoyue's face was a little playful, and she glanced at Fang Ci.

Typical melon-eating expression.

These words, in Song Yuze's ears, had a different meaning.

Wen Shao "appreciated" Fang Ci, as Fang Ci's quasi-fiancé, he felt that he was also stained, and his tone was a little proud, "In my opinion, Wen Shao admires Ah Ci's character, and looking at our circle, there are not many people with such a character as Ah Ci." ”

Chen Qiaoyue said with a smile, "Indeed, there are a lot of arrogant people, who are so beautiful and have such a special temperament, they are indeed the only ones." ”

Xiao Ling was silent, his eyes rolled on the faces of the three people, and he kept pondering in his heart:

Miss Chen has always disdained to give anyone a good look, but this time she will take the initiative to praise Fang Ci, and it seems that these two people are really good friends.

Thinking like this, she couldn't help but feel that Chen Qiaoyue and Song Yuze were more stupid than the other, and Wen Shao was just "appreciating", his and Fang Ci's eyes met, and it was clear that there was a ghost.

"Speaking of Wen Shao...... Xiao Ling added a glass of wine to Chen Qiaoyue, as if casually, "By the way, Sister Qiaoyue, are you and Wen Shao about to get engaged?" ”

"Yes, it's been passed down for a long time, and it's not as efficient as me and Aci."

Song Yuze also answered.

Chen Qiaoyue sneered and said nonchalantly, "Let's see the arrangements at home." ”

As if thinking of something, she breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "There are still many variables, and it doesn't have to be me," she counted with her fingers, "The Liang family, the Jiang family, it's possible, I heard that Grandpa Wen plans to let Wen Shaodu come into contact." ”

"Eh," Xiao Ling disagreed, "In this circle, Sister Qiaoyue, you are the most compatible with Wen Shao in appearance, and you can debut on the spot." After getting married, the two of them will hold a press conference together, and the stock price will soar. ”

After saying that, as if he was not enough, he said to Fang Ci, "Ah Ci, what do you think?" ”

Fang Ci was burying his head in eating, and when he heard this, he looked up at her, "What do I think?" ”

"Sister Qiaoyue and Wen Shao are not a good match?"

"There are a lot of words, you Xiao Ling," Chen Qiaoyue made a disgusted expression, "What if I am not worthy of Wen Shao?" Should you get married, do you want to get married, just like Song Yuze and Ah Ci, are they a good match? Of course it's not a good match, is Song Yuze worthy of a finger on Ah Ci? No, I still want to get married. ”

Although he was trampled on, Song Yuze was in a good temper at this time, and said with a smile, "You girls, if you get together, you will speak ill of us men." ”

Of course, he has self-knowledge in his heart, with Fang Ci's appearance and temperament, as long as she wants, she can climb anyone and live a chic life.

However, she has a cold and arrogant temperament, and she doesn't look down on men and money, so she is determined to study the Fa and go abroad, and everything depends on herself.

But it was precisely because of her personality that he had a chance.

As soon as he remembered the news of the decision to marry at that time, and the envious eyes of those sons and brothers in the circle, Song Yuze's heart became comfortable again.

Chen Qiaoyue saw his expression in her eyes and couldn't help but sneer, "Look at Song Yuze's smug energy. ”

Xiao Ling hurriedly answered, "Sister Qiaoyue said the same, this person is all based on fate, those who should get married will get married after all, and what Xiao can't think of is destined to be unattainable." ”

When she said this, she looked at Fang Ci without blinking.

Fang Ci didn't look at anyone, and his face was as indifferent as if he was out of the matter.

The lack of suspense in that eye is exactly the same as the feast of smelling.

Of course, she knew that Wen Zhiyan was going to marry someone else in the future.

It's not Chen Qiaoyue, it will also be someone in the Liang family's Jiang family, in short, it will be the right lady.

And she, after escaping from this ridiculous marriage, is about to face the wind and move towards her own freedom.

The world is big, and she no longer pursues a home, but pursues freedom without worries.

The word "destination" is a hoax forged by human society for the sake of marriage.

Marriage is the most quintessential marriage. The embodiment of the naked - the exchange of interests.

No one will be the destination of another.

Born without roots, gone without traces.

Thinking of the Wen feast in this way, Fang Ci once again realized that he was right, she and he were the same kind of people.

When they first met outside of "Yun Qing", she realized that he was also disdainful and tired of everything in this circle.

Drunkenness and decadence are all manifestations of his weariness.

In this game that he initiated, he probably gave more or less sincerity.

Sincerity is the most unconcealable thing, and of course she is aware of it.

Ask yourself, she naturally didn't have no feelings for him.

On the contrary, the strong and irresistible fatal attraction made her and him feel overwhelmed just by looking at him.

Fang Ci took out his mobile phone and opened the WeChat interface.

Her conversation with Wen Zhiyan is very high.

He asked her if there were many courses. Do you want to come at night Old villas and so on.

Fingertips stroked gently on the three words "Smell Feast", and after a long time, she clicked on the dialog box:

"Fang Ci: Wen Zhifang, do you still want to make your proposal on Sunday night?"

"The Feast of Smells: Counting"

"Fang Ci: Then if you come over now?"

"Fang Ci: I'll promise you"