"Do you think I have the IQ of a three-year-old to believe this?" Jiang Weiwei was helpless, "I don't want to talk about this topic anymore."
This man has nothing else on his mind now. He has been thinking about merging the two beds in the ward into one all day long!
If she continues to talk, she will be so poisoned that this will be the only thing left in her mind.
"Mr. Xiang, Youwei." Mu Yao had to speak out to refresh his sense of presence, "It's time for Youwei to get checked."
Her voice is extremely loud.
Jiang Weiyi raised his eyes and glanced lightly.
Xiang Yutian threw the remote control handle to the side and looked at her coldly, "What are you doing so loudly? You scared Miaomiao."
"No."
She's not that timid.
Jiang Weiwei stood up and left, and Mu Yao came over and pretended to give her a hand.
There was a sound of lifting the quilt behind her, Jiang Weiwei turned her head and saw Xiang Yutian lying on her bed, with his hands behind his head and a look of enjoyment on his face.
This person...
Jiang Weiyi sighed helplessly and left with Muyao.
When he walked outside the door of the surgical director's office, Mu Yao looked around, stepped forward and opened the door, put his hands behind his back, stood upright, and looked straight ahead, "BOSS."
It turns out that Anseong is here.
Jiang Weiwei's heart sank. He walked in and closed the door. He stood side by side with Mu Yao, hands behind his back, and said expressionlessly, "BOSS."
In front of the window, a tall figure stood elegantly.
Anjo was wearing a silver-gray suit, pressed well and fit, with a tall and straight posture, two slender legs standing straight, the lines of the trousers were not a little crooked, and a pair of leather shoes were on the ground.
He held a glass of water in his hand, and his clean fingers touched the ivory white cup.
"Muyao, you go out for a walk." Ancheng looked out the window with eyes wide open, his voice always gentle and elegant.
"I'm not going!" Mu Yao retorted with some excitement, turning to glare at Jiang Weiyi hatefully, "I want to stay here."
She would not leave Jiang Weiwei and An Cheng alone.
Hearing this, Ancheng's gentle face showed no change in expression. He lowered his head and took a sip of water before slowly and slowly saying, "I can cancel your mission at any time."
"I'll just go out for a walk!" Mu Yao immediately compromised.
If her mission is canceled, who knows what will happen to Jiang Weiwei and An Cheng.
"Bang."
The door was closed by Mu Yao.
Jiang Weiwei still stood silently, and Ancheng didn't speak either. He just looked out the window quietly and drank his water.
It was raining lightly outside.
Jiang Weiwei raised his eyes and looked over, only to see Ancheng looking out the window in ecstasy, as if he could see. The sad expression on his face was incomprehensible.
Like Xiang Yutian, he made her feel extremely depressed.
She wanted to escape from both men.
"Youyi, come here." Ancheng suddenly said, tentatively touching forward with one hand, touching the window sill with his fingers, and placing the cup on it.
"What's the boss's order?"
"Come here."
Anjo repeated, with a hint of sullenness in his tone.
Is he angry?
Who is so talented that he can make Anjoo angry, who has always been pure and calm?
Jiang Weiwei stepped forward, but Ancheng suddenly turned around and stood facing her, looking blankly in her direction, and raised his hand towards her.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei took a step back in resistance.
"Don't move." An Cheng seemed even more angry.
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Weiwei frowned, and stood still obediently as he was told.