Chapter 6

An Xiaoqiao's pitiful pear blossom with rain is really distressing. After Xia Yuanyuan's comfort, an Xiaoqiao finally tells the story off and on.

Xia Yuanyuan's eyes were round, her hands were akimbo, fighting for an Xiaoqiao, "blackmail! Blatant blackmail

A period of mobile phone ringing, an Xiaoqiao after a look, unexpectedly some don't know what's wrong, but also Yan Xizheng, what does he want to find himself for?

In fact, an Xiaoqiao hasn't deleted his contact information all the time. Sometimes women are so infatuated, with some illusions in their infatuation. If Yan Xizheng's prodigal son comes back to him again, will everything start again?

But sometimes women are so unfeeling, unfeeling with some principles, it is clear that he loves vanity, it is clear that what he said is just for fun, why do I still care about you!

Patta, Little Joe hangs up.

But not a few seconds later, Yan Xizheng's phone call came one after another, without exception, an Xiaoqiao hung up.

Xia Yuanyuan stands aside quietly. Of course, she sees an Xiaoqiao's reaction, but she still doesn't make any sound. Xia Yuanyuan is an Xiaoqiao's best friend and colleague. Of course, she knows about the relationship between an Xiaoqiao and Yan Xizheng, but she won't tell her what to do. Only the person concerned knows about the feelings.

But Xia Yuanyuan still involuntarily brings up a smile, she knows an Xiaoqiao, this kind of vent anger type hang up the phone just proves a fact, an Xiaoqiao's heart still has him.

Sure enough, after hanging up more than a dozen phone calls in succession, an Xiaoqiao finally picked it up in frustration.

"What do you want from me?" Anxiaoqiao try to make his voice sound without emotion.

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao... I" has not finished waiting for Yan Xizheng's words.

"Don't call me little Joe. You didn't call me that. If you have something to say, I'll hang up." An Xiaoqiao is about to hang up the phone.

"Don't hang up! Listen to me, I'm at a critical moment. I need to talk to you face to face! You must help me. Where are you now? " Yan Xizheng finished almost in one go.

This tone of appeal, short silence, is an Xiaoqiao in the heart of the game.

However, the kind Ann Xiaoqiao finally said: "I am in the hospital."

But an Xiaoqiao didn't ask much. What is Yan Xi looking for her to do? An Xiaoqiao, who is confused in his heart, only hopes to help him.

After hanging up the phone, an Xiaoqiao's whole body looks like a vented ball. Her brain suddenly appears a short blank, and her legs are about to collapse. Fortunately, Xia Yuanyuan immediately hugs an Xiaoqiao.

Since meeting the male publicist, an Xiaoqiao feels as if he has opened the gate of fate. The originally plain life road is suddenly full of thorns everywhere. You should be careful every step. You can't know that the next second you are facing is the abyss or hidden trap.

In the confusion, Ling shaotian's face appears in her mind. It's an Xiaoqiao's top priority to make up for 280000. We must get rid of this demon like man as soon as possible, but this number is not too much.

Xia Yuanyuan gave her a glass of water and looked at an Xiaoqiao's face getting better.

She gently massaged her temple a few times and said, "I'm ok. I just didn't sleep well last night. The patients are waiting in line. Hurry to the infirmary."

An Xiaoqiao is famous for his sense of responsibility and patience in his work. In addition to the well-known acupoint massage technique, he has been sought after by patients, especially male patients.

Xia Yuanyuan left Hurun magazine beside her. On the cover, it was red and purple business genius Ling shaotian. But an Xiaoqiao only glanced at it unconsciously. She didn't have any other association except that she felt that the man was handsome.

The truth is often inadvertently missed.

A balding middle-aged man walked into the infirmary and sat opposite an Xiaoqiao, with his legs up and a big gold chain hanging on his neck. His hands and feet showed the disgust of a nouveau riche. He said with a dirty smile: "doctor an, my legs are sour and painful. I hope you can help me."

When a man talks, he shows a row of golden teeth.

An Xiaoqiao looks at him doubtfully, vermilion half opens, "I am not already cured for you?"

The man said with a smile: "I need consolidation therapy..."

An Xiaoqiao is speechless. Since the patient has made a request, the doctor has no reason not to help.

She took the patient to the diagnosis room, where there was no smell of fumigating disinfectant, but a pleasant aroma from time to time.

Anxiaoqiao generous took off the man's pants, his breathing gradually become some dignified.

But an Xiaoqiao did not notice these, she only saw a pair of thighs covered with meridians.

That's what Joe's got.

She will help the man on the bed, weak boneless hands will be attached to the man's legs, but found a scene of surprise, the raised ugly object scared Ann Joe back and forth.

"You... You..."

It's not that an Xiaoqiao has never seen such a scene before, but the wretched man even grabbed an Xiaoqiao with his arm and said eagerly: "how much money can you earn if you work here all your life? I'll take care of you, and I'll give you three million a year! "

"I'm going to call the police!" Ann called as she backed away.

At this urgent moment, a gust of wind blowing into the diagnosis room, an Xiaoqiao seems to see the man who once cut through thorns and thorns for himself.

Bang... Bang.

Yan Xizheng a punch in the obscene man's nose, nose blood like money from the water gushing out.

The latter tightly covers the nose, just about to attack, can fix one's eyes to see unexpectedly is a little famous Yan Xizheng.

"Go away!"

Yan Xizheng looks at him viciously.

Obscene male atmosphere dare not out, even nodded, forgot to mention pants, rushed out of the hospital, all the way the patients have sideways, pointing.

When Yan Xizheng saw an Xiaoqiao again, the familiar fragrance of hazelnut lingered on the tip of his nose. He took a deep breath and breathed out again. It was like nostalgia and regret.

"Let's... Let's talk in the back garden of the hospital."

For a long time, old lovers meet, Yan Xizheng said the first sentence.

An Xiaoqiao and Xia Yuanyuan look at each other with a look. For the time being, Xia Yuanyuan helps her deal with the hospital affairs. After such a fuss, an Xiaoqiao also needs to avoid and adjust her mood.

The back garden of the hospital is the most peaceful place. Surrounded by green willows, gurgling streams and rockery, it's the best place to keep fit.

An Xiaoqiao and Yan Xi are sitting in the pavilion. The breeze blows and the lake ripples.

Yan Xizheng asked softly, "how have you been recently?"

"It's nothing to do with you. If you have something to do with me, please tell me." An Xiaoqiao is still sneering.

Yan Xizheng gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind, "I need a sum of money, or the company will collapse. Can you lend me some money?"

Borrow money? An Xiaoqiao can't even make up 280000. He's worried about money.

"Yan Xizheng, you know I'm just a doctor. How much money can I have? I'm sorry, I don't have the money to lend you. "

An Xiaoqiao frowned and told the truth. A burst of disappointment overflowed in his heart. His old lover met just for money

Yan Xizheng still insisted: "an Xiaoqiao, no matter how you help me this time, I know that I'm sorry for you in my feelings, but you can't be so heartless that you can't help me when you see death!"

Ann Xiaoqiao stood up, the afterglow of the sunset in her body, her white dress almost holy.

"Yan Xizheng! No one is sorry for anything in the relationship. If you're here to borrow money, I don't have it. You can go, and I can't save you. Don't come to me again. "

Yan Xizheng's bandit theory makes an Xiaoqiao angry, and he starts to leave.