The white line of sight is just in the direction of the stairs.
At a glance, the side face is picturesque, the lines are angular and beautiful, clean and beautiful, and can reach thousands of colors of mountains and rivers.
"Yo, doctor Shi, you're coming down." Lanke said hello with a smile. He looked at Shi Qingci walking towards the tea cup and tea set. He tutted. He was quite leisurely and tastefully appreciating the picture of beauty boiling tea. He walked like running water, breeze and moon, which was particularly pleasing.
Since the first day when Lanke met Qingci, he felt that Qingci's temperament was too rigorous and cold. He didn't look like a real person and didn't have any fireworks at all.
That's what happens when you're young.
Since he was a child, he wanted to destroy the unique indifference of Shi Qingci. After all, he was born a man. How can he not even show the most basic joys, sorrows and sorrows?
However, after countless failures, Lanke had no choice but to give up. However, with a trace of extravagance, he secretly looked forward to the day when Shi Qingci fell to the altar. What if, right?
But what lank probably didn't think of was,
The only person who can make Shi Qingci become chaotic in an instant in his life is the young girl sitting in front of him.
And then later
When Lenk finally understood,
But began to sigh again,
The meeting of these two people,
Is it a natural gift of a beautiful marriage, or a doomed disaster?
"Little ancestor, how many photos do you want? Do you want to be very close? If you don't give me the scale, you can give them some medicine..." Lanke shouted one by one. After all, the God of wealth certainly can't be ignored.
However, while Ranke was discussing with ranbai, a clear and pleasant voice came from behind, which made him feel cold for no reason.
"Don't spoil her."
Lanke:???
He was confused at that time. He was really incomparably familiar with who the owner of this voice was, and it was because of familiarity that he was even more unbelievable.
When did Shi Qingci take care of it? Haven't you always been indifferent??
The young doctor walked past with a cup of tea in one hand, and finally stopped at the table. He put the boiled tea on the table, pushed the snow-white fingertips to ran Bai, and said in a indifferent low voice, "try it."
A stunning face comes into view, all of which are exquisite and perfect, and their temperament is very much like the immortal demeanor that can exist in comics.
Ranbai stares at the hands holding the tea for two seconds, and then stares at the cup of tea. The calm indifference refuses: "No."
Shi Qingci didn't mean to refuse to dye Bai. He didn't take care of the tea after putting it there. At the moment, when he heard the girl's words, he narrowed his eyes gently, bent his slender fingers and looked at the table, "it doesn't matter. If you don't drink, put it there."
Lanke:??!
"Do you know?"
Shi Qingci glanced at the dyed white. The white and exquisite face had no expression, but the narrow eyes narrowed, deep and deep, like a black hole at the end of the universe.
He seemed to laugh and narrate gently like a cold moonlight, word by word, just like the wind in April, the rain in Jiangnan and the melody of music: "she is my patient."
I don't know if it's Lanke's illusion. He always feels that Shi Qingci pauses when he says she's mine, which seems to bring out some other meaning, but his tone is still calm and elegant.
It should be
Illusion.
When ranbai heard this sentence, he had no reaction.
Shi Qingci is telling the truth.
However, although Shi Qingci is her attending doctor, in the final analysis, ran Bai is not familiar with him and has no other involvement. She is completely a familiar stranger. Naturally, it is impossible to take the initiative to admit that she knows him.
If Shi Qingci doesn't say,
Dye Bai really treats him as a stranger.
Lanke pressed down the strangeness of his heart for a moment and exploded directly. He protested discontentedly: "what do you mean when I say clear CI? Do you ask yourself how you mean? Have you cooked me a cup of tea since you were young!!"
Isn't it a patient?!
Shi Qingci was born in a medical family, and the number of patients treated could not be counted. Even with his estranged nature, he did not make an exception because of the patient!
negative comment!
Shi Qingci lowered his eyes slightly and asked, "do you want to drink?"
Lanke nodded solemnly, seriously and seriously to express his determination.
And then the calm voice that fell made LAN Kesheng loveless: "cook it yourself."
Lanke: "
Youjin, I know you at this moment.
side,
Ranbai was not interested in this scene. After answering Lanke's question, he straightened up, picked up the umbrella put aside and walked out.
Shi Qingci just quietly looked at the girl's slender but lonely back, and looked at the cup of tea that had never been touched by anyone from beginning to end.
The original moderate temperature has begun to cool and gradually cool.
No, I really didn't drink at all.
The young doctor carelessly held it up, gently pressed his pale bewitched thin lips and took a sip.
The flavor of the tea, which was originally cooked seriously, has changed. It blooms on the tip of the tongue, with a little sweet and bitter, and gradually invades the taste buds. It's really not very good to drink.
Luckily she didn't drink.
Shi Qingci thought so, but he drank up the cup of tea and left half a drop, so he went straight out of the private detective office.
What did he make complaints about the words? He left his mouth open and turned around and sat idly in front of sugar 77. He could not help but Tucao, "what's wrong with my love when I say 77?"
Sugar 77 sits in front of the table where the customer information is placed. His eyebrows are exquisite, with a faint light flowing. He is as light and smiling as ever. It only makes people feel that he seems to be a gentle person to the bone.
She seemed to listen to Lanke's words patiently. She hung her eyes, covered her clear eyes with a smile, isolated the cold, looked out with her side eyes and smiled: "who knows."
After Shi Qingci went out, he soon saw a girl who didn't go far.
Alone with an umbrella, the back is slim, the air is cold and lonely, walking in the rain.
Apricot flowers drizzle, and the spring breeze is warm and cold.
The young doctor stepped forward quickly. His low cold and pleasant voice penetrated the rain curtain and fell to his ears, "where are you going?"
Ranbai didn't expect that Qingci would come out. She held an umbrella. Although she didn't want to say where to go, she had nothing to hide. She just said a word about the hospital.
"What a coincidence, I'll go back too." Shi Qingci, with her face on her side, walked side by side with dye Bai in the rain. She walked slowly and calmly, and the falling sound line was cold and lustless: "I'll see you on the way."