The subscription ratio of Xiaokee is insufficient, so you need to make up for the subscription or take a few days to see the main text. When Xiang Ge first heard this name and story introduction, he thought he was a strong woman.

Later she found out that the editor-in-chief of the fashion magazine, who called a woman's name, was a man.

Not only is he a man of gender, but he is also a straight and straight man.

After everything was confirmed, most of the morning passed, and it was already past ten o'clock when I sent the person away. Song Zhi sat behind the wide desk, with his legs raised and turned his pen: "When the cover is finished, I will ask them to give you an agent."

Xiang Ge stood at the table and nodded very well.

"I'll make do with you now."

Xiang Ge nodded again.

Song Zhi leaned lazily in the boss' chair, and the expensive golden fountain pen in his hand rotated between his slender fingers. He turned his head and asked her: "Do you know why I want to praise you?"

Xiang Ge also thought about this issue seriously, and she blinked: "Do you want to sneak into me?"

Song Zhi twitched his eyebrows, and the pen in his hand fell on the table with a "splash".

He picked it up again and held it in his hand, looked at the calm face, and resisted the urge to throw the pen over: "You are pretty good-looking and not stupid. You can make money for me when you become popular."

Xiang Ge understood: "Mr. Song, if you discovered this earlier, I should have helped you make money from an airplane."

Song Zhi sneered: "Just your bad virtue two years ago? You can fly up the room and unload the tiles without giving you a ladder. If you really hold you up, you won't rush straight to the sky?"

“…”

Xiang Ge was speechless.

It was already past 11 o'clock when Xiangge came out of the office. Until the cover shooting started, she basically didn't have much work except for some negotiations with the magazine. When she left the company, Song Zhi had already found her an assistant with high efficiency.

The little assistant's surname is Gong, and his name is Gong Mo. He is a cute girl with big eyes and big breasts. She was Song Zhi's life assistant before. When Xiang Ge sighed, she didn't expect that when Song Zhi liked this type, Assistant Gong spoke, her voice was very powerful and indifferent: "Ms. Xiang, I will be your personal assistant in the future. You can tell me anything. I will report to Mr. Song in detail."

Xiang Ge twitched his eyebrows, walked directly to the side of the car and opened the driver's door. He sat in, closed the door and pressed the window, stretched out his arms high and waved towards her, and walked away with the accelerator.

The car drove out for a while, before Gong Moren had time to go back, he saw the car rolling back without any hurry.

Xiang Ge rolled the car back to the door, opened the window of the passenger seat, and leaned over: "Little Moli, go and make a banner for me."

Gong Mo was stunned and didn't react: "What should I customize?"

"The pennant is the kind of thank-you banner given to the hospital doctor, such as the wonderful hand that can save lives and help the wounded, and the gods who give their children to Guanyin in another life."

Gong Mo was confused and didn't understand why she wanted this thing. Her expression went from being confused to suddenly realizing it and then stopped. Finally, she nodded with complicated face.

Xiang Ge didn't care much about her rich expression change, and put her elbow on the car frame, adding: "I'll have to help me get one before five o'clock tomorrow night, thank you for your hard work."

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Perhaps Gong Mo felt that the deadline was released before 5 o'clock tomorrow, which was an insult to her work efficiency, so at 3:30 the next afternoon, she rang the doorbell of Xiangge's house and came with a blank expression on her face.

Xiangge didn't even ask her how she knew where her home was, so she thanked her directly, turned around and hooked up the keychain from the living room coffee table, stepped on her shoes and went out.

The door was not closed, and he looked back at her and asked, "Do you want to go in and sit?"

Gong Mo pushed down her glasses expressionlessly and refused, and got into the elevator with her.

Xiang Ge didn't drive from his home to the Second People's Hospital, and he was not very familiar with the road here. He went around twice with his memory and found that he had taken the wrong path, so he finally gave up and drove the navigation directly.

It was already an hour and a half after I arrived at the entrance of the hospital. Early spring was about to grow, and the light was soft and warm. Her car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, turned sideways and looked at the hospital gate, and decided to wait directly in the car.

After thinking about it, she was afraid that he would miss it by walking away from the side door and back door, so Xiang Ge simply grabbed the banner on the passenger seat and opened the door and got out of the car.

Walking into the door of the orthopedic department of the hospital, Xiang Ge paused, stopped and looked at his watch. He calculated that the doctor had a while before get off work, then ran to the corner next to the elevator, facing the wall and began to sort out his language.

"Doctor Zhou, thanks to your superb medical skills before, my feet were able to get better so quickly."

"I was deeply moved by your meticulous care, considerate and careful care for the patients."

"Please accept this banner no matter what, otherwise I really can't feel at ease."

"And I would like to invite you to a meal and express my gratitude."

The woman held the banner in her hand and held it upright, poking her chin at the end, her eyes lowered and her long eyelashes were snug, and she rehearsed what she wanted to say for a while.

She racked her brains to chant for a while, Xiang Ge was silent for a few seconds, and then sighed a long sigh.

How thick-skinned is it to be able to express such an awkward and hypocritical line?

She curled her lips in frustration, but she gave up after thinking about it, and decided to act according to the opportunity and act casually on the spot.

Xiang Ge took the banner and tapped the tip of his chin, looked at the time again, and then he lowered his eyes, turned lazily, and prepared to walk towards the doctor's office.

As a result, he turned around and raised his eyes, facing a familiar face.

Suddenly, Xiang Ge was shocked, his eyes widened a little, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Zhou Xingyan stood in front of her, a little close.

He looked at her with his eyes lowered, his eyes cold and quiet.

In order to implement his personality to the end, Xiang Ge was wearing flat shoes today, and his height was obviously shorter than a man without the heel.

She has also had a partner with a male model. After a glance, he should be about 188 in height.

The first thought that came to Xiang Ge's mind was that he didn't seem to be that tall in high school.

What has this person eaten in the past few years? Why has he grown so tall silently?

The second one is how long has this person stood behind her?

Zhou Xingyan looked at the woman in front of him and was dazed in a daze. His eyes were silent and swept over the roll of red fabric sewn with yellow edges in her hand, and slowly spoke: "Miss Xiang sprained his ankle again?"

Xiang Ge came to his senses and looked at him without saying anything.

She actually didn't know whether Zhou Xingyan really didn't remember her or was pretending.

When she first saw him, she thought he was pretending, but after several contacts, she began to hesitate a little.

Zhou Xingyan is the kind of person who doesn't care about anything, and he doesn't waste time and energy on things that are meaningless to him. He always pretends to not know her like this. It seems that there is no need to do so.

But if you really don't remember her, Xiang Ge wondered if the eight years were really long enough for one person to forget the other.

She didn't say anything, and Zhou Xingyan was not in a hurry, so she stood there waiting.

He took off his white coat, and the black windbreaker on the white shirt, and the buttons on the windbreaker were not buttoned. He seemed to be more lazy and casual than when he saw him a few times.

The clothes rack looks good in everything you wear.

Xiang Ge's eyes slowly stroked up the collar of his white shirt, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, shook his head, and blinked at him with clear and dark eyes: "I'm here to express my gratitude to Dr. Zhou."

The eyelashes are long and dense, and the ends of the eyes are slightly raised and raised like a new swallowtail feather.

"By the way, ask Dr. Zhou when he is free and wants to treat you to a meal." She paused, added in a soft voice, "Tell me to express my gratitude."

Zhou Xingyan raised his lips a little, "No, I just fulfilled my doctor's duties."

Xiang Ge brewed his emotions, and his fingers holding the pennant used a little force, and the crimson fabric wrinkled slightly. The long eyelashes drooped, covering them low, leaving a shallow shadow on the lower eyelids.

She paused for a few seconds as if she was hesitant, then quickly raised her eyes to look at him, and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "There is indeed something that may be necessary for Dr. Zhou to do a little more."

Zhou Xingyan raised his eyebrows and waited for her next sentence.

The woman looked at him with a sincere and sincere look, and said seriously: "Actually, that's it. I am a full-time author and am currently planning a new book with the doctor as the protagonist, but because there is really no one around me doing this job."

She frowned a little distressedly, "So if Dr. Zhou has time, I want to find some time to interview you, collect information for my new book, and also have a good idea of ​​what this industry is like."

Xiang Ge slowly spitted out word by word, and after saying that, he even held his breath slightly.

Zhou Xingyan finished listening quietly, without saying anything, just lowered his eyes, looking at her in an unknown way.

He stood towards the window, and the warm evening light broke into his dark eyes, and a soft thin layer of light spread out, giving people the illusion of gentleness.

After a long time, he slowly laughed, "Okay."

Zhou Xingyan's expression had not changed, neither angry nor annoyed, and he didn't even shake his eyelashes. He just raised his eyes and looked at the arrogant and arrogant girl in front of him.

Her light gaze followed the few strands of gray dyed on the tip of her hair on the top of her head, slowly dripping through the corners of her eyes, nose, chin, and then to her neck and collarbone, and finally stopped on the zipper of her open school uniform jacket.

White-skinned the yellowed inferior paper on the recording board with his fingers, and turned forward two pages slowly.

In the first week of school, everyone will basically perform well. There are not many late people. As for those who have been angry every day for four consecutive days, except for the habitual offenders who are already familiar with the names of senior high school and senior high school in the school, they are strangers.

Zhou Xingyan lowered his eyes and swept around the few names: "Xiang Ge?"

The girl looked at him without saying anything, her dark eyes were full of dissatisfaction and inexplicable hostility.

It seems that this one is.

Zhou Xingyan's lips bent, and he raised his pen to write on the nameboard, but his head was not raised: "It's good to pull the zipper."

“…”

The black-eyed girl's anger rose, and she rolled up her tongue and licked her lower upper teeth.

Once this is the case.

Xiang Ge sat at the table in the clinic, staring at the man in front of him for a moment without looking at him.

After not seeing her for eight years, he seemed to have no memory of her at all, but he didn't know what was revealed and even pretended to ask her name.

Where does the general outpatient doctor say the first sentence is "name"?

Xiang Ge narrowed his long eyes slightly, rolled up his tongue and placed it between two rows of teeth and bit it gently. His slender fingers with deep red nail polish pressed against the edge of the medical record book and slowly pushed it over.

Zhou Xingyan raised his head and looked at her, took the medical record she pushed over and opened it.
Chapter completed!