Not the antidote

"Have you noticed that Dr. Yang is a lot more amiable recently?"

"Wow, what adjectives are you talking about? Is Dr. Yang in his seventies or eighties?"

"Well, is it a lot more approachable, or is there not as strong a sense of alienation as before?"

"No, let's take the last party as an example. It's been two years. When did we see Dr. Yang attend the party? I really didn't expect that Dr. Fang would actually agree to invite him that time."

"What are you talking about?"

"Doctor Fang."

"We're talking about Dr. Yang..."

Yang Jing watched Fang Fei walk into the office with an inexplicable smile on his face, and couldn't help but stop the pen in his hand, "What are you laughing at?"

"No." Fang Fei's eyes were curved, "I just suddenly missed Dr. Yang's aura of "I don't know you well and I'm ruthless and don't come near me."

"..."

After Fang Fei finished speaking, he was so happy that he bent over, Yang Jing was speechless, so he changed the subject and asked him when he would leave for home.Fang Fei replied that his things had been packed and he would leave the day after tomorrow.

"Shall I make you mushroom rib soup tonight?"

"……Um."

"Doctor Yang, do you like mushrooms?"

"…………Um."

Fang Fei's smile deepened, and Yang Jing couldn't help but issued the order to evict the guest, "Go back to work."