It was nearly 9:30 in the evening when Yu Zhiming completed the perspective drawing of the malformed heart and returned home to Junshan Mansion.
As soon as he entered the house, he noticed that Qing Ning, who usually ran over to greet him, had an unnatural posture.
"What happened to your left foot?"
Qing Ning hugged Yu Zhiming, raised her left calf, raised her face and explained: "I was practicing sword dance with Shui Su today and accidentally sprained my left foot."
She added: "It's just a slight sprain. It's not serious at all. It doesn't hurt anymore."
While Qing Ning was talking, Yu Zhiming grabbed her left ankle and touched her.
Indeed, no serious sprains were found.
"Don't work too hard. Just give a passable performance at the charity ceremony." Yu Zhiming expressed concern.
He didn't notice at all that he and Qing Ning had a small show of affection in front of the Zhou family's mother and daughter.
Ten minutes later, Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo were eating in the restaurant, accompanied by Qing Ning and Zhou Hao...
Qing Ning thoughtfully refilled a bowl of soup for Yu Zhiming, and said cheerfully: "There are more than ten days until the charity ceremony. Now is the sprint time. My sprained foot is not even a minor injury. I have to continue practicing tomorrow."
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"Then take it easy yourself!"
Yu Zhiming warned, looked at Zhou Hao, and asked: "Aunt Zhou, how are you preparing for the model show?"
Zhou Hao chuckled and said, "All the clothes for the catwalk are ready, and Fan Zhen is giving the models some training."
"They also attach great importance to this catwalk show. It became an instant hit and they also benefited greatly."
Qing Ning couldn't wait to say: "Zhiming, let me tell you something, my dad is very worried right now."
"What are you worried about?" Yu Zhiming asked with concern.
Qing Ning said with a smile: "My father said that the Zhongshan Theater is planned to have round-table seats for the audience, which can seat more than 800 people. My father also said that if there are not enough guests, we will fill the seats with our own people."
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"But now the total number of visitors from all over the world has exceeded a thousand, and my dad is worried about how to arrange it."
Yu Zhiming glanced at this guy sideways, put down the food in his mouth, and said: "There are not enough seats, so remove the round table."
Qing Ning said with a smile: "My dad said that if we remove the round table and sit in rows, it will look too formal and the atmosphere will not be warm enough."
She frowned again and said, "Let my dad worry about this matter. He will definitely be able to come up with a way to get the best of both worlds."
Zhou Mo couldn't help but said: "More than a thousand people?"
"Dr. Yu, if you perform physical examinations on so many people, you won't be able to finish them in a week."
Yu Zhiming analyzed: "It is said that there are more than a thousand visitors, but half of them meet the physical examination qualifications, which is good."
Qing Ning also suggested: "These people should not have to get together for physical examinations, and they should be issued physical examination coupons that are valid within one year."
Zhou Hao nodded and said: "The idea of physical examination coupons is a good one."
The next moment, she reminded again: "I have also heard that some people's donations are lip service but not actual, or they give lip service to one million, but it would be great if they can actually donate 100,000."
"If these people's donations are not honored, the medical examination coupons issued to them will not be honored."
Qing Ning smiled slightly and said: "Aunt Zhou, the donation they promised at the charity ceremony this time will most likely not be a fraudulent donation. Unless they are confident that they will never beg my family to Zhiming."
Zhou Hao looked at Zhi Ming, who was immersed in eating, nodded and said: "That's right, too much thinking and too many brainstorms are why you refuse to donate and let the miracle doctor write it down in the notebook."
Yu Zhiming smiled softly and said nothing...
After ten o'clock in the evening, Marina Earl Club.
Fu Xiaoxue frowned as she watched the thirty or forty people in the private room jumping and twisting around like a psychotic accompaniment of exciting and harsh music.
She is not used to this kind of chaotic dance of demons, where the smell of alcohol and perfume is everywhere.
After finishing the last course today, the university officially has a holiday. With a feeling of liberation, after dinner, Fu Xiaoxue called Zeng Yan, and together with her roommates and several classmates from the class, they came to the Earl Club
Entertainment and relaxation.
The atmosphere was very good at the beginning, everyone was singing and dancing, very happy and relaxed.
It was just that someone called a few friends, and these people called friends again, and so many people came one after another.
This made the scene a little out of control, like entering a passionate bar filled with excitement.
Fu Xiaoxue came closer to Zeng Yan and said, "Yanyan, it's a bit messy, shall we go?"
Zeng Yan nodded and said "Okay".
Fu Xiaoxue chuckled and said: "I'll first tell my roommates and classmate Lu Zhe who is hosting tonight..."
Accompanied by Zeng Yan, Fu Xiaoxue first found two roommates and told them about their departure. Finally, she spoke to Lu Zhe, who was also a classmate and the guest tonight.
Then, the two of them walked hand in hand through the crowded private room and headed towards the door.
Just halfway through, Zeng Yan suddenly stopped and turned to glare at a young man on her left.
Fu Xiaoxue, who stopped passively, noticed something unusual and asked: "Yanyan, what's wrong?"
"He touched my butt!" Zeng Yan pointed at the young man with purple hair who smelled of alcohol and was squirming all over.
The purple young man blew a rogue whistle at the two of them, showed a ruffian smile, and said nonchalantly: "What's wrong with touching it? It won't fall off."
"But it feels really good."
"Beauty, make a friend, I am..."
Before the purple-haired young man finished speaking, he was greeted by a sky hammer and a loud greeting.
"Make your mother's friends."
The purple-haired young man inadvertently suffered a blow to his nose, which was so sore that his nose and tears flowed out in an instant.
Before the purple-haired young man could react to what was going on, unbearable pain came from between his legs.
The next moment, his legs and feet gave way and he fell to the ground. His mouth opened in an O shape, and he could only suck in cold air, but could not utter a word as he cried out in pain.
When Fu Xiaoxue saw this, she didn't care about the pain in her little fist, and dragged Zeng Yan away.
The people around them were confused about the situation for a moment, and they ran out of the private room easily.
As soon as they came out of the private room, not only did the two of them not slow down, but they started running.
Until they ran out of the club and onto the side of the road, the two of them waved to hail a taxi while breathing heavily.
"Yan...Yan, is that a big problem with your kick?"
Zeng Yan took two quick breaths and said, "I kicked him with hatred and with all my strength."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"The man's thing hangs there all day long, so it shouldn't be easily broken by kicking, right?"
Fu Xiaoxue said: "It shouldn't be that easy. There should be a lot of people who get kicked every day for being a bitch, but only a few of them are cut off in the end."
At this time, a taxi stopped in front of the two people.
After getting in the car, Zeng Yan asked: "Go back to school?"
Fu Xiaoxue said: "Go to my uncle, I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid that if something happens, my uncle can protect us..."
