We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Gu Chun casually brushed off Mao Qianqian's hand and said calmly, "Thank you for the compliment. Please tell him that I will definitely make more contributions to the hospital because of his trust."

"Don't worry, Brother Gu," Mao Qianqian said reluctantly, "Then go ahead and do your work. We'll keep in touch on WeChat."

In the evening, Mao Qianqian @ed her colleagues in the group and said that she would invite everyone to go KTV on the weekend.

Wen Zhixia wanted to refuse, but Director Wu met her alone and asked her to try to attend for the vice president's sake.

Director Wu has always been nice to her, and Wen Zhixia didn't want to embarrass her, so she agreed.

The week passed quickly.

The weather is so stuffy on weekend afternoons that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Wen Zhixia had just gotten into the taxi when heavy rain came pouring down.

After she got in the car, an Audi drove by and witnessed her embarrassing scene of being drenched by the rain.

Gu Chun looked at Wen Zhixia through the windshield, his eyes dark and unclear.

He has been keeping an eye on her these past few days.

Wen Zhixia lives a very regular life, and therefore, her movements are easy to figure out.

He usually goes between the hospital and home, and his means of transportation are either shared bicycles or buses. He likes to eat rice balls for breakfast, and his favorite drink is still iced black tea, just like in high school.

The key is that she has always been alone, and Fu Ruoshi has never appeared by her side.

It was raining so hard, but she still had to take a taxi.

Maybe, they really were just a fleeting romance.

Gu Chun guessed as he watched Wen Zhixia's taxi disappear in the rain, and he also turned the steering wheel and headed towards the KTV.

at the same time.

Fu Ruoshi came out of the CBD holding an umbrella.

These days, he has been deploying Zhuorui's Asia business in the country and has not returned to the United States yet.

At noon, Xu Hui said that she had painted a picture and wanted to give it to him on the way.

Thinking that it would only take five minutes, Fu Ruoshi was too lazy to refuse and agreed without hesitation.

A red sports car appeared in the rain and fog.

Xu Hui parked the car on the side of the road, and Fu Ruoshi gentlemanly opened the door for her and tilted the umbrella towards her.

She was wearing a light blue long dress today, with her hair loosely tied behind her head, leaving a wisp of bangs on her cheek, giving her a very artistic temperament.

"Great painter," Fu Ruoshi teased with a smile, "You are dressed so beautifully, which young man are you going on a date with tonight?"

Xu Hui hit him with pleasure, "Guess."

Fu Ruoshi groaned and covered his arm, "How could I have guessed you're so popular?"

"Then I won't tell you." Xu Hui said coquettishly.

In fact, she came here specifically to deliver the painting.

Song Ailing told her that Fu Ruoshi was in the country recently and asked her to show more.

So, she walked to the back seat of the car, took out a half-person-high oil painting wrapped in paper, and handed it to Fu Ruoshi, "You are not allowed to look at it now. Look at it when you get home!"

Because she still had someone ghostwrite the painting, she was afraid that Fu Ruoshi would ask her professional questions on the spot and she would not be able to answer them. If he asked her through WeChat, at least she could check it online.

"Okay, thank you." Fu Ruoshi took the painting and asked, "What's the name of this painting?"

Xu Hui smiled and leaned close to Fu Ruoshi's ear, "Call it, first kiss under the night sky."

Upon hearing the name, Fu Ruoshi immediately turned his head away, then pretended to be surprised and said, "You gave me your first kiss? That's inappropriate, right? Does the man agree?"

This ambiguous attitude made Xu Hui feel as if she was looking at flowers in the fog, floating in the air.

"Disgusting!" She hit him. "What are you thinking? I didn't say that."

Fu Ruoshi laughed dryly, "Got it, bye."

He opened her car door and said, "Be careful on your way."

Seeing that he didn't try to keep her, Xu Hui felt unwilling.

She pretended to take a few steps forward, then looked at the manhole cover in front of her, gritted her teeth, and stepped into the gap in the cover.

"what!"

She screamed and was about to fall, but Fu Ruoshi was quick to catch her.

"Your step is so accurate, isn't it?" Fu Ruoshi looked at her heel that had sunk into the manhole cover and was amazed. "My shooting skills are not as accurate as yours."

Xu Hui grabbed Fu Ruoshi's clothes tightly, "Ruoshi...it hurts...my feet hurt..."

Fu Ruoshi clicked her tongue, bent down to pull her high heels out of the gap in the manhole cover, and looked at her ankle again.

"Ruoshi, can you accompany me to the hospital?" Xu Hui said tearfully, "It's not far ahead. It really, really hurts..."

Fu Ruoshi didn't know whether her foot was really twisted or not, and thought that if it was really twisted, it would be inconvenient to drive.

"Okay, I'll take you there." He got into her driver's seat.

The rain is getting heavier.

The sky was pitch black and a little scary.

Wen Zhixia entered the KTV and saw that Xiaoya and Director Wu had not arrived yet, so she waited for them in the lobby.

She was bored and scrolling through her Moments when she saw the photo posted by Xu Hui.

A man holding an umbrella stood outside her car and opened the door for her.

Caption: An accident caused by "First Kiss".

The location is the Second People's Hospital.

Due to the dim light, the man's face was hidden under the umbrella, but his bony hands, slender neck and smooth jaw were still visible.

Wen Zhixia immediately recognized the man as Fu Ruoshi.

He accompanied Xu Hui to the hospital?

Wen Zhixia looked at the photo in a daze.

In the past, Fu Ruoshi hated it most when people included him in their Moments posts, because many people were not familiar with him and just wanted to use his name to do their own private business.

Did Xu Hui get his consent to post this?

Wen Zhixia clicked into Xu Hui’s circle of friends again.

But she set it to be visible for three days, so there was only this one photo.

Forget it, Wen Zhixia slid over, let them do whatever they want, it has nothing to do with me.

She exited WeChat and stared at the heavy rain in a daze.

There was a loud noise coming from outside the door, bringing with it a strong smell of cigarette smoke.

Gu Chun came in from outside the KTV surrounded by several men.

Wen Zhixia raised her head and almost thought she had seen it wrong.

The man in the middle has big eyes and thin lips, who else could it be but Gu Chun.

It seems that he has really figured it out. He is surrounded by people and acts like a boss.

"Zhi Xia?"

Gu Chun had no intention of meeting her, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wen Zhixia was about to stand up and leave when she heard another voice:

"Hey, Mr. Gu, how do you know such a beautiful and talented person?"

She turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses, looking at her and saying, "You are so delicate and graceful, like a willow in the wind and an orchid in the air!"

Gu Chun smiled faintly, "Mr. Zhang, this is Dr. Wen Zhixia from the Affiliated Hospital's Burns Department. She's my high school classmate. She was the author of the article in the Chinese Journal of Burns exploring a family rehabilitation treatment model for burn scar contracture."

"Oh?!" Mr. Zhang's eyes widened, his eyes shining, "or is he both talented and beautiful?!"

Gu Chun nodded and said to Wen Zhixia, "This is also an expert in the field of medical plastic surgery, Professor Zhang Huan. You two should get to know each other. We'll meet again at an academic conference in the future."

For the sake of being in the same industry, Wen Zhixia symbolically shook hands with Zhang Huan.

"Then let's go up first." Gu Chun nodded to her and left with the group.

Soon Director Wu, Xiaoya and others arrived, and Wen Zhixia also entered the box.

Everyone was being polite and joking for a while. Mao Qianqian sang tune-out, but everyone supported her for her uncle's sake.

Wen Zhixia had just been caught in the rain and was feeling a little uncomfortable.

She waited for nearly an hour, and when she thought she had gotten her point, she said to Director Wu, "Director, I seem to have a slight cold. Can I leave first?"

Wu Heng also nodded in understanding, "Let's go, be careful on the road."

Wen Zhixia thanked Director Wu and slipped out of the box.

When she reached the corridor, she heard two people talking at the corner ahead:

One man said, "What if there's an accident?"

Another said, "These machines are refurbished old ones. At best, they are ineffective, but it is impossible for them to have accidents."

This is Gu Chun's voice.

Wen Zhixia was shocked.

From what he said, it doesn't seem like a legitimate business.

She was about to take another route, but the sound of her footsteps startled the two people who were talking.

"Zhixia? Why did you come out?"