"No! He is so good to me!" Su Yi said this with gritted teeth. He is so good that she wants to thank his whole family!
Si Yajie pursed her lips, as if she didn't want to listen to her anymore, and changed the subject: "Do you still remember Xingchen from our class?"
"I remember, what's wrong?"
Si Yajie said: "She is doing very well now. She has become a star and was named one of the new four young actresses. She is an actress with great potential."
"Oh..." Su Yi drew out the last syllable, looking as if he had just realized something.
In fact, she already knew some things, but she just didn't want to pay attention to them. After all, she had not only made Zhao Xingchen kneel down to her, but also slapped her. What would a person want to do most after becoming successful? Probably to find those who bullied her in the past, and let them see her current achievements or take revenge, right
Based on Su Yi's understanding of Zhao Xingchen, she would definitely want to seek revenge on her, but as to why she hasn't come to find her yet, it was probably because she thought she was abroad and it would be a hassle to look for her, so she gave up.
"And Jing'er, she opened a public relations company, and her current network of contacts is unimaginable."
Su Yi still nodded, and looked not very interested.
Although she knew that everyone in their class was doing well, she really had no interest in hearing about the happy lives of her enemies.
"If we have time, we old classmates can get together." Si Yajie said, observing her expression.
As expected, when old classmates meet, there is a surge of emotion in every word.
Su Yi nodded and said readily, "Okay."
Then he looked at the time on the grandfather clock and said, "It's nine o'clock. I have to go now. We'll get together again when we have time."
"Okay." Si Yajie nodded, watching her leave, the corners of her lips curled up in a mocking manner. A personal bodyguard? What the hell? He must be doing badly, so he came to Lan Fuchu, his old classmate, to beg for a job.
Sea turtle...
Ah…
*
At ten o'clock in the morning, the meeting in the master bedroom was still going on.
Lan Fuchu sat leaning on the bed, his face apparently calm, but there was a powerful cold aura slowly spreading around him.
Except for the director who was reporting on their work, no one dared to speak. Everyone stared with their eyes fixed and their minds highly concentrated.
But it didn't take long for them to realize something was wrong.
Although Lan Fuchu looked like he was concentrating, his mind had actually wandered elsewhere. As he listened to the director talking about the market analysis for the first half of the year, he suddenly interrupted and said, "Um..."
After he opened his mouth, the director dared not speak anymore, and the eyes of the executives in the room naturally focused on him, with a submissive look as if they were waiting for his orders.
But Lan Fuchu thought for a moment, shook his head, and stopped talking.
Everyone in the room looked at each other, not knowing what the term "executive CEO" meant. Puzzlement was evident in their eyes, and they hardly dared to breathe.
"Mr. Lan, is there any problem?" Si Yajie stood up and asked.
But Lan Fuchu didn't even look at her. His eyes were fixed on an empty space in front of the bed, as if he was calculating something in his mind.
The whole room fell into deathly silence.
Si Yajie and the director stood there, and the others looked at each other, not daring to speak.
Finally, Lan Fuchu seemed to have calculated the distance. He rubbed his temple and said to his wife Annie, "Go buy me a bed later. It should be about one meter wide. Put it here."
"Yes." Annie nodded and wrote down her boss's instructions.
He pointed to a spot about 0.5 meters in front of his bed and said, "It should be the same height as my bed, and not too far away, just enough for me to get off the ground."
As he finished speaking, everyone's expressions became a little strange. Lan Fuchu glanced at everyone and said to the director in a low voice: "Continue."
Everyone: “…”
The director did not dare to stop, and continued with his report with his neck stiffened.
Lan Fuchu didn't listen to a word he said. He just stared at the 0.5-meter empty space in front of his bed. At this distance, he could probably reach the person by just stretching out his hand.
*
Su Yi went to the hospital to visit his grandfather and chat with him. By the way, he asked the nurse if there was anyone in the hospital who wanted to call Fang Jiayi.
When the nurse heard the name Fang Jiayi, she glanced at her first, then asked in a low voice, "Are you talking about Director Fang?"
"She is still a director?" She is so young and she is already a director
"Yes, Director Fang of the gynecology department, also known as Fang Yidao, is very good at surgery."
"She's quite young, isn't she?"
"Yes, he is only 25 years old. He was hired as a full-time employee after three months of internship. After working for another year, he was directly promoted to director. He is so capable that ordinary people like us cannot compare to him."
Su Yi smiled, thinking back to when Fang Jiayi was an intern for her. She didn't expect that now she is not only able to work independently, but also a famous chief physician. It seems that Jiayi is really doing well. I just don't know how Xiao Xiao is doing.
"Hey, do you have her phone number? I'm her friend and I want to contact her."
The nurse shook her head and said honestly, "How could a nobody like us get Director Fang's phone number? Don't expect it too much, we're not from their department."
"Okay." Su Yi clicked his tongue. It turned out to be quite difficult to meet Fang Jiayi. He probably had to go to the outpatient clinic to register.
But after going there, Su Yi realized that things were far from as simple as she had thought. It was not easy to get an appointment with Fang Jiayi, and all the online appointments were full, not to mention that there was no appointment available on that day.
She looked at the number of people who had registered for the day on her phone, and her expression was a little depressed. She walked towards the department with Fang Jiayi's name on it, intending to take a look. As a result, before she reached the department, she saw a long queue outside, all of which were pregnant women holding pregnancy and baby handbooks. Su Yi was stunned for a moment, and when she looked closer, she found that Fang Jiayi's department was already crowded with people, a sea of hands, and noisy shouting.
"Director Fang, please help me look at the ultrasound report. How is my child..."
"Director Fang, this is my blood test report..."
"Director Fang, I am 38 weeks pregnant now. Can I have a caesarean section on the 2nd of next month..."
Su Yi looked at the crowded department. She didn't even see Fang Jiayi. She was completely surrounded by the crowd. Only occasionally she could hear a few voices, "Follow the order and line up... The fetus is a little small, go back and strengthen nutrition... Scarred uterus, how about this, you move in the day after tomorrow... The fetus has too much amniotic fluid, go back and drink less soup..."
Su Yi finally chose to leave. After all, she was too busy. She couldn't choose to go in and reminisce with her at this time, right? And even if she wanted to reminisce, the pregnant women and their families would not agree.
*
After returning to the Sea Gate, Su Yi drove the car Song Yan'an gave her into the underground garage, got in the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor.
The phone in my pocket rang.
"Hello." Ever since she lost her bag, she hasn't used one. Whenever she goes out, she only has her car keys and cell phone, which she just puts in her pockets.
"Sister Su Yi, it's me." Mu Ziyin laughed brightly on the other end of the phone, "Do you know why I have your phone number? And do you know why I called you?"
"Song Yanan must have told you about the phone call. As for why you called me, it's obvious that you wanted to treat me to a meal."
Mu Ziyin was slightly surprised, "You actually guessed it all right."
"Of course, who am I?"
Mu Ziyin laughed, "Haha, sister Su Yi, I just like your shameless look."
"Get lost." Su Yi laughed instead of getting angry. "You are the shameless one. How dare you insult me? Are you itching for trouble again? Don't you want to learn what it means to have no way up to heaven and no way down to earth?"
Hearing this, Mu Ziyin smiled even more happily, "No, I was just joking. I don't want to offend you. I called you to have dinner."
Su Yi glanced at the time, which showed 6:30 in the evening. "No, I have something to do recently and I don't have time to go out at night."
"Is it because of taking care of the third brother?" Mu Ziyin guessed it right.
Su Yi was surprised, "How do you know?"
"Because we saw your luggage at Third Brother's house today."
"Lan Fuchu told you?" Su Yi still didn't believe it. He didn't seem like a big talker.
"How is that possible? Sister Jing told us. You know that Third Brother has a bad temper. I've been talking to him for a long time, but he doesn't even blink like a statue, let alone talk."
Su Yi pursed her lips and said, "So you think so too, haha. Do you think he has a weird temper?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Ziyin shouted on the other end of the phone, "Third brother, Su Yi said that you have a weird temper."
Then, as she wished, she heard Lan Fuchu snort coldly on the other end of the phone.
Su Yi: “…”
She could even imagine that Lan Fuchu's eyes must be extremely gloomy at this moment.
Mu Ziyin! You little bastard, just wait for me!
*
After entering the Lan residence, Su Yi first looked around the hall and saw no one. He then went to look at the kitchen and saw that the three men were all sitting at the dining table eating hot pot. Lan Fuchu was not included. It was only the third day after his operation and he was not suitable to eat such spicy food as hot pot.
Su Yi saw that Lan Fuchu was no longer around, so he rushed in, grabbed Mu Ziyin's ears, and scolded him with a smile, "Traitor."
Mu Ziyin took a bite of beef, but before he could put it in his mouth, his ears were pulled up. He frowned in pain, "No, no, no, let's talk it out, no personal attacks..."
Su Yi didn't let up after hearing this, but instead increased the strength in his hands, ravaging Mu Ziyin's ears, "No, who told you to trick me just now."
"I was just kidding you guys."
"Fuck you, you just pat your butt and walk away after you're done, what should I do?" I have to face him later.
(End of this chapter)