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I stole the CEO's girlfriend (23)

　　"Bang!"

　　The watch was thrown by Lin Qingcheng on the table in front of Qi Wen's writing.

　　Qi Wenshu glanced at the watch calmly, and suddenly raised his lips into a smile: "Even if I can't afford it—"

　　"What does that have to do with you?"

　　Hearing this answer, Lin Qingcheng froze. After a while, he charged with lack of confidence: "Parents hate people who take small favors and favors the most. Are you worthy of your parents for doing this?"

　　"That's better than making my parents sad even if my girlfriend needs my help." Qi Wenshu said casually, "Lin Qingcheng, it's time for you to grow up."

　　He was sitting there, obviously looking up, but he seemed to occupy the best position on the high platform and looked down at Lin Qingcheng, making him speechless for no reason.

　　Is this still the old Lin Qinghe, who was always accustomed to giving in?

　　Obviously he is the one who has the favor of his parents and is more pleasing in appearance.

　　Lin Qingcheng's arrogance and pride at that moment collapsed in an instant. He could no longer find the pleasure of bullying Lin Qinghe before, and turned around and walked away quickly after being silent.

　　The smile on Qi Wenshu's lips remained intact. Contrary to the smile on his face, it was his fists that were tightly clenched over his knees, which fully showed the master's inner restlessness at the moment.

　　Does it have to be done?

　　Just when he thought he had forgotten about that incident, someone would always come out and stab him alive in his heart, telling him that the memory was not false and that he could forget it by repeated hypnosis.

　　The good feelings he had established with Feng Yan were actually attributed to the false calm.

　　"Qinghe." Lu Yuan keenly noticed that he was in a wrong mood, and carefully pointed to the watch that Lin Qingcheng had left on the table, "Why don't you put it away first, the patient should come in later."

　　Qi Wenshu's line of sight almost moved over, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the watch, and threw it into the table pocket, as if it was something terrifying and terrifying.

　　I--

　　What are you afraid of?

　　When most people encounter this kind of thing, will they behave so... in a panic, so nervous?

　　But the fiery heart in the body kept beating "thump" and "thump", and the brain even began to lack oxygen and black, and a gap flowed out of the long river of memory, quietly opening a gap in the memory he didn't want to remember, waiting for the master 's discovery.

　　Before fainting, Lu Yuan's terrified shout stopped in his ear:

　　"Lin Qinghe! What's wrong with you? Low blood sugar?! Don't, don't, don't fall!!"

　　"Hello, I'm looking for Dr. Lin, yes, it's from your department." Feng Yan said politely.

　　During the lunch break at noon, Feng Yan didn't have a job, and he remembered that Lin Qinghe might not have lunch yet, so he ordered a nutritious meal to be sent to the hospital, and came to the consultation room. The last patient just came out. Feng Yan knocked on the door and went in, but only one doctor was on duty.

　　Lu Yuan sorted out his medical records, and when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced at him, feeling a little familiar: "You are..."

　　"I'm Dr. Lin's friend and I brought him food." Feng Yan smiled, "He hasn't eaten yet."