Zuo Xiaoqing was obviously still angry with the ostentatious: "Speak up if you have something to do, I still have to write a medical record!"

Zhang Yang smiled and took out a rose from his arms like a magic trick. Although it was one, the rose was blue and very rare in Chunyang County in the early 1990s.

Although Zuo Xiaoqing still wanted to pretend to be cold and frosty, her eyebrows had already stretched out, and her heart felt as if she had put a candy cube in her heart and slowly soaked it, but her hands were still inserted into the pocket of her white coat: "Why are you sending flowers for nothing? I dare not accept it!" The daughter of a wealthy family was reserved.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and pulled Zuo Xiaoqing's right hand out of her pocket, then stuffed the roses into her palm, and smiled and said, "Those roses are so vulgar. This rose is like you, noble and generous, charming, arrogant and self-admiring!"

Zuo Xiaoqing couldn't help but laugh and scolded, "I know you can't say anything good!" He held the blue rose and sniffed it on his nose, and his face showed a look of shyness that made Yang Yang stunning.

"Have your hand hurt healed?"

Zhang Yang raised his palm: "It's been good!"

Zuo Xiaoqing was surprised at his recovery speed. She couldn't even see the scar in her palm. She didn't know how he did it, but she remembered this guy's magical bone-shaving magic skill, dealing with this little skin trauma should be no problem.

Zhang Daguanren swallowed: "Then...what...you have dinner together tonight?"

Zuo Xiaoqing shook her head: "No, my cousin is here. I'll agree to him for dinner tonight." After saying this, Zuo Xiaoqing regretted it again. Why did she explain to him? Why should she care about his feelings so much? Could it be that I treat him... Zuo Xiaoqing's pretty face was hot and she didn't even dare to continue thinking about it.

Zhang Yang scratched his head: "Then I can only go back." He just said casually, in fact, there is no car to return to Heishanzi Township at this time.

Zhang Yang's loss was seen by Zuo Xiaoqing, and she whispered: "Last time you said you wanted to invite me to Qingtai Mountain to play..."

Zhang Yang felt infinite joy in his heart. Looking at Zuo Xiaoqing's pretty face covered with shyness and her drooping black eyelashes, if he didn't understand, he would be a fool. Zhang Yang nodded vigorously: "By the way, tomorrow is Saturday, why don't I wait for you to leave?"

Zuo Xiaoqing nodded softly: "I will wait for you at the entrance of the long-distance bus station at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"One word is certain!"

Zuo Xiaoqing had already run to the office with a pretty face red.

Looking at Zuo Xiaoqing's graceful back, Zhang Yang suddenly jumped up on the spot. This guy's jumping power was too strong, and his head almost didn't touch the ceiling, which attracted a look of surprise and surprise around him. Zhang Daren smiled embarrassedly and fled into the elevator with his tail stomped in his arms.

Before he walked out of the hospital gate, Zhang Yang's paging rang, leaving two unsigned characters on it, with small words: "Go away..."

Hailan was in a very contradictory and complicated mood when she called this page. Before she broke up at noon, she always held the firm belief of keeping a distance from Zhang Yang from now on. However, when she returned home and saw Zhang Yang's leather jacket forgotten in the attic and the wine bottle lying on the ground, the crazy night of last night appeared in her mind. She couldn't even believe that everything that happened last night had really happened.

She did have some good feelings for Zhang Yang, but good feelings do not mean love. What she needed was a mature and steady man, not a passionate and impulsive boy like Zhang Yang. Hailan tried to clarify a concept for their relationship, but in the end she was futile. Maybe it was because of loneliness, maybe it was because of loneliness, and maybe it was because of loneliness. Everything last night was only a projection of the moon in the wave heart.

Hailan stretched her arms, picked up the remote control, turned on the speaker, and Clayderman's slightly sad piano music floated out. A woman, a space, enjoying that unique loneliness and savoring the faint sadness. Hailan closed her eyes, and she seemed to have regained her familiar self.

The doorbell interrupted Hailan's contemplation. When she opened the door, she saw Zhang Yang standing there panting.

Hailan opened her lips slightly because of surprise.
Chapter completed!