"that's it?"
Yao Jing took the box from Yan's hands and put it in the trunk.
Yan Shuang clapped his hands, "There's no need to bring too much, it's too troublesome to run back and forth."
Yao Jing, who had unknowingly become a chauffeur, had mixed feelings, "You live in the Qin residence..."
He still remembered the last time he went to the Qin residence and Yan Shuang delivered food to Wei Yichen.
Sitting in the car, he clearly saw Wei Yichen holding Yan Shuang's hand.
At night, the two of them were separated by the iron gate wrapped in green vines. At that time, only four words came to Yao Jing's mind: Elope in the middle of the night.
"What's wrong with moving to the Qin residence?" Yan Shuang sat in the co-pilot with a natural attitude.
Yao Jing also got into the car.
The atmosphere was a bit strange, Yao Jing couldn't tell, and felt that Yan Shuang's tone and expression were too familiar to him, as if they had known each other for a long time.
"nothing."
Although Yao Jing had a strong curiosity, his intuition told him that it was better not to be too curious about Yan Shuang.
"Have you had dinner?" Yan Shuang asked with concern.
Yao Jing's heart tightened, his ears felt hot for no reason, "Not yet."
Yan Shuang was happy, "Do you mind if I have a meal?"
Yao Jing: "..."
The employer has no objection, of course he has no objection.
Following Yan Shuang's command, Yao Jing parked the car in front of a restaurant, which was very close to the seafood restaurant last time, and it was also a restaurant with a high per capita cost.
Yan Shuang ordered more than two people, and Yao Jing couldn't help but said, "Do you still want to pack?"
"To pack."
Yan Shuang held the phone without raising his head.
Yan Shuang never took his hands off his phone from the moment he got in the car, looking very busy.
Yao Jing remembered what he said to "seduce a man" and said, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and finally closed his mouth silently. He only looked at Yan Shuang from the corner of his eye. I don't know what he looks like, but it arouses people's curiosity, wanting to see what he looks like, and how to deal with several men with ease.
Yao Jing lost his mind unknowingly.
Suddenly a sharp light shot from the black hair and shot at him, Yao Jing was stunned, as if he was pinned by someone with a sharp weapon, unable to move, the hair on his arm was stiff.
The eyes behind the lens narrowed slightly, and bent softly, dissolving the flashing sharpness, "What are you looking at?"
Yao Jing opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head.
At that moment just now, he felt that Yan Shuang did not look like a college student who had just turned eighteen.
—he read his mind and gave him a small warning.
Sweat broke out on the back, Yao Jing felt a pressure like being controlled by someone, and his heartbeat and breathing became rapid.
But at the same time, he was a little grateful to the other party... for his gentleness that didn't pierce and left room.
Whip and sugar, just the change of eyes.
Yao Jing held his breath, almost restless.
"Hello, your meal."
"thanks."
Yan Shuang withdrew his gaze, thanked the waiter, and casually ordered two dishes on the list that he didn't like very much, "You don't need to serve these two dishes, just pack them up for me after our meal is over."
"OK."
"Eat," Yan Shuang greeted Yao Jing, seeing that he was as nervous as a schoolboy, and said with a smile, "there won't be many chances to enjoy public welfare together like this in the future."
Yao Jing stretched out his hand stiffly to take the chopsticks, thinking that it was almost time for him to finish this job.
For one dinner, Yao Jing didn't know what to eat, and he didn't even know what he had eaten that night.
Yan Shuang carried the packing box and said to Yao Jing, "Wait for ten minutes."
"Where are you going?" Yao Jing asked subconsciously. After asking, he found that his tone was not business-like, but more like a questioning tone. It seemed that Yan Shuang had unconsciously brought him into that familiar tone. atmosphere.
"Fishing men," Yan Shuang waved his hands, "Don't follow me."
Yao Jing sat in the restaurant seat dumbfounded, and when he came back to his senses, Yan Shuang was no longer outside.
In the hospital corridor, the assistant came out and replied to Yan Shuang, "Doctor Qi is out."
There was a neatly folded lunch box on Yan Shuang's lap, "Did Teacher Qi go out to eat?"
Hearing Yan Shuang's special address to Qi Feiyun, the assistant was a little surprised, and then responded: "Yes, Dr. Qi has an appointment tonight."
Helping Qi Feiyun fight off mad bees and butterflies is also one of his daily tasks.
"Oh..." Yan Shuang lowered his head, looking a little disappointed, but immediately, he regained his enthusiasm, raised his head, pointed to the logo on the paper bag outside the lunch box and asked the assistant, "Do you think Teacher Qi will like the food in this restaurant?" ?”
The assistant took a look and recognized that it was a mid-to-high-end restaurant near the hospital.
The college students in front of them are wearing outdated clothes and carrying worn-out canvas bags, obviously unable to afford the cost of this type of restaurant.
That's why he foolishly invited Dr. Qi to eat in the university cafeteria.
After being rejected, he went to a restaurant that was beyond his ability to consume, and acted as a delivery man to deliver meals to Dr. Qi.
Such naive and straightforward methods are not worth mentioning among Qi Feiyun's many suitors.
The assistant couldn't bear it, and said in a low voice: "Student Yan, Dr. Qi is very busy, and he doesn't have time to do social surveys for you. If you need it, I can introduce you to other doctors in the hospital."
Yan Shuang lowered his head again, he was silent for a while, put the paper bag on the bench behind him, and said in a low voice: "Then I will put this here, Dr. Qi... he works late, he will be hungry, then, if he If you don’t mind it, you can try it as a night snack, the people in the store said that these two dishes are selling very well.”
"Okay, thank you." With a formulaic smile on his face, the assistant sent Yan Shuang all the way into the elevator. After the elevator door closed, he heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the student should give up and won't come again in the future. In the corridor, Qi Feiyun, who was wearing a white robe, was pulling open the paper bag with his hands.
"Doctor Qi—" the assistant hurried forward, "Do you want to eat? Let me check first."
Suitors cannot fall in love, and it is not uncommon for them to tamper with food.
The hands that used to hold the scalpel had already picked up the paper bag.
The pale light of the incandescent lamps in the corridor hit the blue veins in those hands, and it was eerie and silent.
"It's okay." Qi Feiyun gently rejected the assistant's offer, and returned to the office with a paper bag.
He put down the bag, moved to the window, opened the gap of the sash, and looked out of it, and fell on the dejected young man downstairs who looked like a stray dog.
He stopped bouncing around, slumped his shoulders, and dragged his walk.
After walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked hard towards the cold building, as if looking for a point that could make him smile.
Qi Feiyun watched quietly.
They are all looking at each other.
The eyes are staggered.
He could see Yan Shuang, but Yan Shuang couldn't see him.
Just like the years past.
He and others are always in such a misplaced perspective.
Others have hardly had a bad opinion of him.
His evaluation of himself was hardly good.
The phone on the desk buzzed.
Qi Feiyun let go, returned to the table and picked up the phone.
There is an email app on the desktop.
"Doctor Qi, don't work too hard, get off work early, if you are hungry after working overtime at night, remember to eat, I packed two very delicious dishes for you and placed them with your assistant^_^(ps: Although I haven't eaten it, but the clerk said it was delicious haha, I don't know if he lied to me), if it doesn't suit your taste, please tell me what you like to eat, okay?"
Qi Feiyun put down his mobile phone, walked to the front desk, opened the paper bag and took out the lunch box. The four corners of the lunch box were covered evenly. He opened one corner, and the aroma of food immediately permeated the whole office.
It's fish.
The fish in the river are delicious and spiny.
Qi Feiyun re-covered the lunch box.
The assistant saw Qi Feiyun coming out again with a paper bag, and hurriedly said, "Doctor Qi, are you leaving get off work?"
"No," Qi Feiyun said, "I'm going to throw out the trash."
The assistant's eyes fell on the paper tape. After feeling a little heartache for the poor college student, he immediately performed his duties and said, "Let me do it."
"No need," Qi Feiyun's voice was soft but firm, "I'll do it myself."
Hospitals have special areas for food waste.
Qi Feiyun opened the lunch box and poured the two dishes into the leftover dirty dishes.
The assistant followed him all the way, seeing him so ruthless and resolute, he felt terrible in his heart.
He thought to himself: Probably no one in this world can subdue such a man.
Yan Shuang looked at the emotional line slowly climbing to 2% in the background, and was quite satisfied with Qi Feiyun's performance.
Most of Qi Feiyun’s emotional lines in the original book are unreliable and undescribable, so sending emails and delivering meals can be done a little bit, which is already very good.
In the car, Yao Jing couldn't help but said, "Are you giving it to that doctor?"
Yao Jing actually saw Yan Shuang and Qi Feiyun quarreling in the underground parking lot, and even took a photo with dedication.
But for some reason, when he reported to Wei Yichen, he accidentally concealed this section.
"Yes." Yan Shuang said generously.
"why?"
"Why?" Yan Shuang turned his face to Yao Jing and smiled, "He is handsome and rich, wouldn't it be a waste not to seduce him?"
Yao Jing was choked by this natural attitude, and after a while of silence, he said: "Last time you were with that doctor in the parking lot... I didn't mention it to Mr. Wei."
He didn't know what state of mind he was in to say this.
It's like asking for credit... and like threatening.
His heart was beating wildly, and he felt excited and shameful, and even a little bit of fear.
"Oh," Yan Shuang took out his phone, "Then I'll tell him now."
Yao Jing was taken aback, "You, aren't you afraid that Mr. Wei... will get angry?"
"Why is he angry?"
"I am Qin Yubai's lover, but not his. Why is he angry?"
Maybe the green hat slave Wei Butler will be so happy that his relationship will rise by a few points immediately after he finds out.
Yao Jing's mind became a mess, "Then you go to see Mr. Wei in the middle of the night and hold hands with him..."
"What happened to the handle?"
Yan Shuang's tone was light.
"I didn't sleep with him again... red light!"
Yao Jing slammed on the brakes, and the front tires of the car had crossed the stop line.
The ear-piercing friction sounded through the eardrums.
Yao Jing was sweating profusely, staring blankly at the red light at the intersection, as if he had gone through a chase like a battle royale.
There was silence in the car, only the sound of Yao Jing's rapid breathing.
Yan Shuang put away the phone, sighed softly, stretched out his hand, circled around Yao Jing's shoulder, and put his palm on Yao Jing's side face.
Yao Jing was shocked by the cool temperature, and then followed the force of the palm like a puppet and turned his face away.
Yan Shuang looked directly at him with sharp eyes, "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to follow me anymore."
Yao Jing seemed to be fascinated by those eyes, and the trembling feeling of being controlled crawled up his back.
The person in front of him was so harmless, but he was so scared that his teeth were almost shaking.
This is an animal's emergency protection mechanism, and his instinct is screaming frantically: run.
Yan Shuang withdrew her hand, her voice soft.
"Green light."