Time and you are my fault

Seeing the man being questioned, Song Lan didn't feel impatient at all. Instead, she told him everything in detail, and even appease the woman's growing anger that could be seen with the naked eye.

She felt a little depressed, and said with a smile, "Miss, I hope you don't misunderstand."

Chu Yi didn't know why she became tit-for-tat, she was obviously very tolerant in the past.

But now, unable to bear it for a moment, she smiled and asked directly, with a pure face, "Huh? What is the misunderstanding? I don't seem to have said anything."

Song Lan, "..."

Zong Yanxuan touched her head, then looked at Song Lan, "Doctor Song, as I said just now, there will be no need for diagnosis and treatment in the future, so Special Assistant Wang will settle the money with your financial department later, and I won't send it to you." .”

The simple word 'not to send' directly expresses our position.

Song Lan nodded calmly, "Okay, then I'll go first, see you later."

After speaking, he picked up his backpack, held several test reports in his arms, took a last look at the woman sitting on the sofa, turned and left.

Walking chicly, as if without a trace of concern.

The door of the president's office was closed, blocking the sound from outside.

Song Lan was sent to the elevator by Wang Hong.

The moment the elevator was about to arrive, she turned her head to look at Wang Hong, "Wang Special Assistant, that lady just now?"

Wang Hong was a sensible person. With a faint smile, he answered in a detached but appropriate way, "Doctor Song, the boss's private affairs are not something that I, a subordinate, can interfere with."

Song Lan nodded lightly, entered the elevator and left.

And in the office.

Zong Yanzu took a look at the woman's still looking out eyes, and couldn't help pinching her face, "What meal did you send, is it pickled fish? It's so sour."

Chu Yi patted his hand away and gave him a look, "Zong Yanchu, I'm skeptical about what you said last night that you haven't touched a woman for four years."

As soon as the man sat down, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He opened the lunch box by himself. It was for two people.

She not only came to deliver food, but also specially came to eat with him.

The man smiled helplessly, and handed over the chopsticks, but she didn't pick it up, "Grandma, the number of times Dr. Song has been in contact with me in the past few years can be counted on one hand, and Wang Hong is always by my side."

When Chu Yi heard him mentioning Wang Hong, she became even angrier, "Don't mention him, just now he wanted to take me to the lounge. If it wasn't for the shady things between you, would he be guilty? Wang Hong followed you For so many years, I have been sincere to you."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. In fact, it's not a big problem. Of course, she can accept it at work or in daily contact with the opposite sex.

But there was something wrong with Song Lan's pretending to be clever, "don't get me wrong".

Suddenly, a warmth came from her nose, and she lowered her gaze, seeing him holding a piece of pumpkin and bringing it to her mouth.

"Release your anger first, and then talk after eating." He coaxed patiently.

Chuy finally lost under his sight and opened his mouth to eat.

But he was only allowed to feed him a mouthful, and he obediently ate by himself.

Now she has other lumps in her heart. He sees a psychiatrist, is there a serious psychological problem?

After the meal was almost finished, she asked tentatively, "Why...why did you see a psychiatrist?"

"Insomnia." He wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, and his eyes fell on her pink lips, with no ups and downs in his tone.

It seems to be talking about something that has nothing to do with him.

Chewie pressed his hand, "Seriously?"

There was nervousness and caution in her eyes.

He threw the tissue into the trash can, then stretched out his long arms, hugged her into his arms, rubbed his chin against her shoulder, feeling a little tired, "Sleep up to three hours a day."

At this moment, Chu Yi felt a needle prick her heart.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "What does it look like after treatment?"

"Ah."

Her expression was gloomy, and she pursed her lips, "Then why didn't you watch it all of a sudden? Let's watch it, your body will suffer if you don't sleep."

He grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it, "Because my little lady seems unhappy."

Chu Yi was startled, and then realized that he was teasing her, and immediately withdrew her hand, struggling to get up from his arms.

However, her waist was clamped by his strong arms, and she couldn't move an inch, so she heard his low smile overflowing from her chest, "I'm kidding, because I don't have insomnia now."

Chewie looked at him suspiciously, thinking he was joking with her.

However, when he looked up and met his passionate eyes, he said in a very serious voice, "Because you are back, because you are the best antidote."

Chu Yi blinked, her face still maintained the angry expression just now, and she didn't react for a while.

After understanding the meaning of this sentence, her expression was a little subtle.

Thinking of the few nights the two of them slept together, he seemed to have really slept well, except for the fact that he woke up early.

Sighing slightly, he touched his forehead lightly, "Zong Yanzu, are you suffering?"

Trapped yourself in the past, is it bitter?

Countless nights of blindness in four years, is it bitter?

He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek lightly, "As long as the result is sweet, whatever the process is, it's fine."

As long as you come back, it's not bitter.

As long as you are always there, it will not be bitter.

Chu Yi's heart suddenly became sore, and the soreness rushed to the nasal cavity and to the eye sockets.

She hugged the man's neck and sniffed, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper with you just now."

His eyes were bent, and his big hand stroked the back of her neck once and for all, "Is this called losing your temper?"

"Isn't that called?" She asked back.

"This should be called jealousy. I hope Mrs. Zong will be jealous more in the future. I like it very much."

Chu Yi was pinched by him to the point of pain, so she immediately pushed her away, raised his hand and slapped him on the chest, "Spoof."

His smile no longer stopped at his eyes, the corners of his mouth were also curved, and a low smile filled the room.

The two stayed in the office for a while, and Chu Yi wandered around the room while he was looking at the contract.

Cold tones, the noon sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows heightens the light and shade in the room.

There were books she couldn't understand in the bookcase behind her, and she found a new world on the far right side of the bookcase.

It turned out to be the cover magazine she had been on in the past few years.

She opened the cabinet door and looked through it carefully, and it turned out that all the magazines from the past few years were there.

She took out one and pointed to the face on it and said, "Zong Yanzu, when did you collect it?"
"It was found yesterday." He didn't show any strange expression.

Chu Yi walked over with the magazine in her arms, "Tsk tsk tsk, President Zongda's affectionate personality has been broken. You were not close to women before, but now there are women's magazines in the office."

She squinted and smiled like a little fox.

Hearing this, the man pulled him in front of him, his dark eyes sparkled, and he smiled lightly, "I never set up a personality for myself, so I didn't break it, and I not only want to put your magazine in the office, I want to tell everyone, wherever I belong, that you are mine."