Chapter 126： dead matching heart

After the two went out.

There were only a few people left in the ward.

Nan Wenshu looked at Fu Shimo's leaving back, shook her head regretfully, and sighed in her heart.

She has met Dean Fu several times, and every time she has to sigh that the other person's looks and temperament are extraordinary, and they are the best among people.

Her daughter is really lame, why is she looking at Gu Jiu's little white face? No matter how that person compares, there will be no Dean Fu Xiang.

Seeing that she had been staring at the direction Fu Shimo was leaving, Yan Zheng stepped forward and stood side by side with her.

He put one hand on Nan Wenshu's waist and his eyes were dark, "Why, Dean Fu is so attractive?"

She hasn't answered yet.

Mr. Yan, who has particularly sensitive ears, replied, and glanced at them with the eyes of an idiot.

"President Fu's talent is naturally attractive to many little girls."

"But you still have the heart to match. From my point of view, Dean Fu's flower of high mountain doesn't look down on Ash's bullshit."

Although the old man was ill, his body was not particularly weak, and he spoke so energetically that the whole ward could hear him.

Yan Zheng: "..."

The hand that hugged Nan Wenshu's waist paused, then silently retracted it.

He looked at the old man, with rare silence, his eyes wandering.

They...it's not on the same channel, it's hard to communicate.

He was preventing his wife from paying attention to other men, but the old man thought that their husband and wife were eyeing Dean Fu and plotting a plan.

"Pfft-"

Yan Jinxiu couldn't help it, turned his head, and laughed out loud.

His father was eating the vinegar after the jar of vinegar was knocked over. How could grandpa have such doubts.

This smile suddenly poked the honeycomb.

Yan Zheng looked at him coldly, "It's funny? Did you think of something happy, let me hear it?"

After scolding Yan Jinxiu, she tried to adjust her facial expression, trying her best to make her attitude seem milder.

"Dad, Ash isn't that bad."

How could his daughter be cow dung?

Dean Fu is a giant crocodile in the medical world. He has extraordinary medical skills at a young age, but his Ash is not bad either.

Mr. Yan sighed, endured his impatience, and waved his hand, "Don't talk to me, I feel like a fly buzzing in my ear when I hear you."

His granddaughter is not bad, so he still needs this son to remind him of this old father?

Axu is excellent, beautiful and beautiful, but occasionally his head gets wet, and once he gets into the water, it is at least two years.

Nan Wenshu rubbed her forehead when she saw that two people who clearly thought differently at the beginning were talking about A Xu.

The beginning of the bull's head is not the same as the horse's mouth, and the ending of the same goal is also amazing.

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out of the ward.

Yan Zhixu saw that Fu Shimo did not intend to stop communicating in the corridor, and did not interrupt the inquiry.

Walked into his office with him.

In the dean's room, the environment is clean and refreshing, and the surrounding layout is cold and unapproachable like he himself.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning on his body casually, as if he had no bones in his lazy posture.

"President Fu, can you explain now?"

Fu Shimo put the case table on the neat table, and then sat on the black office chair in front of the desk.

He rolled up his sleeves to reveal a section of his forearm. Although his skin was cold and white, his arm muscles felt tight and explosive.

"Well, it's alright."

Fu Shimo put his hand on the desk and tapped lightly, making a small sound.