Chapter 1050

The night deepened.

After driving away from Medical University, Tang Jiyang did not return to the Tang family.

He has a villa in the Third Ring Road, which is only ten minutes' drive from Xiaozhou's original hospital. They had lived here for a while, although very short, but he could not forget the time in his life.

So good time, even let people reluctant to touch and recall.

The car slowly drove into the closed community, the green trees in the community, and soon after, it was full of spring and flowers.

The car stopped in front of a single villa. He walked into the house, and Aunt Li, the nanny, was still awake.

It was he who invited Aunt Li to take care of the boat.

Canoe is not very able to take care of himself, and he is very busy, so they asked an aunt to take care of life.

At that time, the agency recommended a girl in her twenties, who was declined by Xiaozhou.

"My husband is so handsome," she said, "what can I do if he fascinates the little girl."

For her brain hole, Tang Jiyang just laughed.

Later, Xiaozhou hired Aunt Li, and Tang Jiyang always followed her wishes.

Later, Xiaozhou left. He didn't dismiss Aunt Li.

Or, he still does not give up to think, she will come back.

Tang Jiyang took a bath and was not sleepy. He stood alone in front of the window and smoked.

The night was cold. Standing in front of the floor to ceiling window, he had a cool temperament. The dark and cold night outside seemed to be his foil.

"Why do you smoke again? Miss Zhou doesn't like the smell of cigarettes." Aunt Li came over and muttered, putting the cup on the coffee table.

Tang Jiyang hesitated to look back, silent, flicked the ash on his fingertips.

The boat is a medical student. It doesn't like the smell of smoke. At that time, he didn't smoke.

In the year after Xiaozhou left, Tang Jiyang learned to smoke and drink.

"It's late. Go and have a rest." He put out his cigarette butts and said quietly.

Aunt Li has returned to her room.

Tang Jiyang is going to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. At this time, the doorbell rings.

Tang Jiyang went to open the door. The moment the door opened, there was a strong smell of wine.

A heavy body fell in, Tang Jiyang frowned and dodged.

One of them stumbled and almost didn't fall to the ground. "Tang Jiyang, you want to kill me..."

Tang Jiyang looked at him with a frown, his face slightly heavy.

The person who came here is frank and sincere. His hair is small. Now, it's his special help.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You have a habit of cleanliness. You can't be touched." Mingcheng finished, hand on the wall, stagger into, a head fell on the sofa.

Tang Jiyang shut the door in silence, poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

After drinking most of the glass of water in one breath, Mingcheng began to play with wine craziness and cried again and again: "Tang Jiyang, I'm lovelorn again..."

Tang Jiyang reached out his hand and pressed his temple, with a bit of impatience. In this year, the number of times of sincere lovelorn is beyond ten fingers. Every time I'm lovelorn, I'm drunk. The next day, no one else, happily looking for the next spring.

Sometimes, Tang Jiyang envies him.

If only he could get drunk for a long time. When he woke up, he thought nothing had happened.

No pain, no injury.

"I asked Aunt Li to clean up the room. If you have enough trouble, you can have a rest earlier." Tang Jiyang said, got up and left.

The next morning.

Tang Jiyang sat at the table to eat breakfast, and when he had half of it, he was really fresh.

Aunt Li brought him a cup of hot milk.

"Thank you, Aunt Li." Mingcheng takes the milk, drinks a few mouthfuls, grabs a piece of toast bread from the plate, and bites it. "Last night I vomited so hard that my stomach was empty. I was so sick."

"I know it's hard. Next time, drink less." Tang Jiyang said.

"I'm not lovelorn. If the stomach is upset, the heart will not be upset. " Mingcheng put his hand over his heart and said exaggeratively.

Tang Jiyang ignored him.

Mingcheng continued to eat breakfast and said, "are you really going to marry Fang Zixin? Between you, can not be used to describe the fit is not suitable, you are simply two people of the world. Even if she was injured because of you, you want to make up for it. It can be solved with money. There is no need to put people in it. "

Frank chatter, Tang Jiyang drink milk, do not talk, as if he did not hear what he said.

Mingcheng put down half of the bread slices and raised his smiling brow: "Tang Jiyang, do you know that there is a word called: the difference between yin and Yang. Sometimes life is very dramatic. Maybe you just got married with Fang Zixin and the boat will come back. What are you going to do then? Leave again? Fang's people are not so easy to deal with. "

Tang Jiyang's hand shook violently with the cup, and his deep eyes flashed a sad look, but soon recovered calm.

The news that he is going to get married has been released for more than two months. If she wanted to come back, she would have come back.

He waited for three years, from hope to despair, which was enough.

If she does come back after his marriage, it can only prove that their fate is not enough.

"You've been talking too much lately." Tang Jiyang put down his milk cup and left.

When he reappeared, he was already in a well cut suit, with a tall and straight figure and a cool temperament. At his feet was a dark brown business suitcase.

It reminds me of their flight to C City this afternoon. There is a piece of land that is being auctioned. There are hundreds of millions of land. They need to visit it in person.

"You have half an hour to prepare." Tang Jiyang looked at his watch and said.

"Shit!" With a low incantation, Mingcheng left the bread in his hand and rushed back to the guest room.

Wash and wash, change clothes, pack suitcases, 30 minutes later, people like magic dogs appear in the living room, start

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The original three-day itinerary of City C was delayed for two days due to the sudden gastric hemorrhage.

High grade ward of the first hospital in city C.

Lying on the hospital bed with a pale face and hands on the back of your head, you are in good spirits.

Tang Jiyang is sitting beside the hospital bed, holding an apple in one hand and a fruit knife in the other. His slender and beautiful hands, long knuckled fingers and silent Apple cutting movements are very elegant and beautiful.

Tang Jiyang put the peeled apple skin aside, honestly, reached for the peeled apple, but was stopped by Tang Jiyang.

"You can't eat your stomach." Tang Jiyang said quietly, taking a bite on the apple.

"Shit." The sincere and low mantra once again, dare to love Tang Shao, this apple is cut for himself to eat, he is amorous, and has been waiting for such a long time.

"Porridge." Tang Jiyang handed him a bowl of warm porridge.

Honestly drinking porridge, a face of complaint, the mouth is really going to fade out of the bird.

A bowl of porridge was half drunk, the door of the ward was knocked from the outside, and the doctor made a routine rounds.

Today, the director of internal medicine came to check the ward, followed by two interns and nurses.

After seeing the visitor, he opened his mouth and laughed. He looked funny and turned to Tang Jiyang.

"It's true that we don't meet each other in life. We can still meet your old rival here."