Mr. Flower

After six months of personal care, Tong Xiangmener cleared up the data on the check list, and was even able to explain it to new patients.So when Director Zhang handed the test sheet to Tong Xiang, he only took a look at it, and Tong Xiang became happy, and Director Zhang didn't need to explain.

"Director Zhang, this is good news, isn't it?" Tong Xiang couldn't help but happily tapped the arrows to go up.

"Yes." Director Zhang saw that he was happy, and took the red pen with the cap off straight away. It seemed that Tong Xiang didn't need to explain to him.

"Oh, my sister Ruyi is too competitive." Tong Xiang sighed and then looked at Director Zhang, "It's exactly the same as the best situation you told me at the beginning."

"The next step is to change the dressing and adjust."

Director Zhang never cared about emotional matters, and only cared about his illness coldly. Tong Xiang simply said: "Adjustment. You have the final say."

"The medicine will become more expensive, because there is no substitute for domestic products, and only imported ones can be used. Can you still insist on it?"

Director Zhang asked directly, and Tong Xiang knew he was talking about money.At the beginning, I had discussed with Director Zhang about changing Ms. Ruyi Tong to the targeted drug. Director Zhang, who is not good at acting, was able to help him perform the trick, which surprised Tong Xiang.

Brother Shan didn't know how much Katong sound was in it, and I don't know the current house price, but I'm afraid I made up a whole hundred for myself, plus the check from Mr. Yang and the monthly income. Tong Xiang felt that there should be no problem insisting on importing drugs for about half a year.

"Is it possible to stick to it for half a year?" Director Zhang was serious, and immediately began to settle accounts for Tong Xiang.

"It can be done." Director Zhang had mentioned the matter of importing drugs before, and Tong Xiang had calculated that there would be no problem.

"Your mother said that the wedding room is ready for you. Are you selling the house?"

"Director Zhang, you really don't rub the sand in your eyes. Not only do you cure diseases like a god, but you also predict things like a god..." He giggled and agreed, and Tong Xiang added in his heart: It was still almost impossible to predict things. I didn't expect that I would still Sell ​​yourself.

"Then let me remind you." Director Zhang took out the stethoscope in his white coat bag, looked at Tong Xiang expressionlessly and said, "Your mother always feels that one day is getting worse every day, thinking that even if she can't see Daughter-in-law, but to see that your wedding room has been renovated, you have already signed a renovation contract with the son of Dr. Xu's patient's house in the next bed..."

"..." Tong Xiang bulged his eyes.

Director Zhang put the stethoscope into the box, and added in a rare way, "Designed Mediterranean style decoration..."

"When did you hear that, my Director Zhang?"

"Last week..."

Tong Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and scratched his head thinking: How do you do this thing?

"However, I don't think that's the point." Seeing that Tong Xiang didn't find the point, Director Zhang couldn't help reminding him, "If your mother asks you to prepay for the renovation, you won't be able to hide it, and you have to pay for the renovation. The liquidated damages over there..."

Hearing that the point was more serious, Tong Xiang thanked Director Zhang with a sad face, and wanted to go back to the ward to talk with Ms. Tong Ruyi, but saw that it was almost [-]:[-], and promised Mr. Yang to go back before [-]:[-] , I had no choice but to swallow this breath and go back to the store first.It's really a pity to let Mr. Yang guard the shop for so long.

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Nodding with a cold expression on his face, Yang Yiyue gave him a response.After receiving the money, he turned around to hang up the receipt code, and then returned to the big wooden table to tie the last bouquet of flowers.

This is Tong Xiang's job that he forgot to call and explain to him after he was out of the house. He said that the flowers were ordered by a coffee shop in front of him, and the small bunches were placed on the table. There are twelve bunches in total.

"Mr. Yang, you are such a god of wealth. I have new customers as soon as I come to the door. I really thank you. What do you say for dinner?"

The first sentence that Tong Xiang opened his mouth was this. Yang Yiyue was assured of his cooking skills, so he ordered the dishes, steamed mandarin fish four. Just after he finished speaking, he heard him start talking about the forgotten order...

This measure is really well grasped, Yang Yiyue, who just ordered the food, really couldn't tell if he refused.

Cutting the hemp rope, Yang Yiyue turned his fingers over and tied the bouquet. After putting it in his pocket, he looked up and saw that the man hadn't left yet.

"I didn't expect Xiao Yang to like flower art too?" The man stood opposite the big wooden table, "I once wanted to open a flower shop..."

Yang Yiyue didn't answer, picked up the phone to check the time, Tong Xiang said to go home before four o'clock, now it's thirty-fifty, and there's no sign of anyone yet.The matter of the live broadcast was nowhere to be found...Yang Yiyue felt that if Tong Xiang didn't come back, it was either an accident, or he was plotting against him, the benefactor's father... Then it was a question of whether to help...

"Mr. Yang, thank you for the flowers."

"You paid, you're welcome. Go slowly." Yang Yiyue had something on his mind, and his words were really perfunctory.Who knew that even so, the person opposite laughed.

The man's laughter was soft and his voice was pleasant.Yang Yiyue was attracted by the voice and looked at him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Yang." At this time, the man said goodbye.

At this time, Yang Yiyue, who started to look at the opponent seriously, saw something else. Apart from the quick glance at the boxing ring that night, this man was quite familiar, where did he seem to have seen him?

"Have we met on another occasion?" Yang Yiyue finally took the initiative to say the first thing other than business.

He changed the hydrangea bouquet in his hand and freed his right hand. The man stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Yang, Lin Zhongxiao from Taohuayuan Real Estate."

"I've seen it before, I was sorry just now." Hearing the name of Yang Yichao's company, Yang Yiyue understood.

Sure enough, I have seen this person myself. I met him when I went to Taohuayuan to negotiate.He has a beautiful face and he has a memory, so he should also be a high-ranking person in Taohuayuan.But... He and Hu Nanfeng have a more vivid relationship, which is interesting.It happened that Hu Nanfeng's company was going to buy Taohuayuan.

Of course, Young Master Hu doesn't care about these things, he only cares about eating, drinking and having fun.It is said that the old man of his family loves no one but this little grandson who is messing around.The marriage with Yang Yixuan was not discussed last time. Hu Nanfeng made it clear that he likes men. The most stable person in the family is the old man. What he said is: The Hu family has no shortage of great-grandchildren, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have children.

"It's a great honor to be remembered by Mr. Yang." Seeing Yang Yiyue holding his hand, Lin Zhongxiao showed a bright smile, and slowly exerted strength in his hand, until finally he was holding Yang Yiyue's hand.

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"So does this scenario count as "catching rape"? " Tong Xiang, who hadn't opened the store door, thought about it seriously.

At this moment, a beautiful man with a bouquet of flowers and such a beautiful smile is holding Yang Yiyue's hand. From Tong Xiang's point of view, this guy has no intention of letting go...

Although, the father of the gold master wants to raise a few canaries, and being one of the canaries should not count.But... isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to hold hands and hold hands in my shop?

Even... even if you take a ten thousand step back, even if Mr. Yang takes a fancy to it again, it can't be under your nose... This is not the point, the point is that he hasn't even used it yet, and he, Yang Yiyue, has been using it one after another. Looking for it, are you not afraid that the prostate can't bear it? !

Thinking of this, Tong Xiang pushed open the store door with a palm, and the visitor's bells rang, and Tong Xiang stepped forward with a bright smile, and said, "The most beautiful flower in our house has been taken away by the most beautiful guest." ? What a joy to congratulate..."

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Yang Yiyue really didn't see how Tong Xiang came in, first the visitor's bell, and then this sentence with a strong smile, just as the words fell into his ears, his wrist was pinched, and he quickly and precisely withdrew the words Lin Zhongxiao held hands.

Looking down at his hand being pinched by Tong Xiang, Yang Yiyue lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled lightly, then raised his head and took his hand back.

"Guests, don't be in a hurry..." Although Tong Xiang didn't see that the handsome man intended to leave, Tong Xiang still spoke enthusiastically, "Today's bouquet of flowers is the treasure of our family's store. You are a member..." He brought out matching flower-shaped membership cards on the big table, "What's the name of the guest? And the phone number..."

"Shuangmulin, Lin Zhongxiao." Lin Zhongxiao was very generous, and after a brief surprise, he communicated with Tong Xiang.

"Midnight?" Tong Xiang read the name once, picked up the gel pen decorated with flowers and asked, "It seems that the stars are not from last night..."

"For whom is Fenglu Li Zhongxiao?" Lin Zhongxiao calmly continued Tong Xiang's words, but when he said this, he didn't look at Tong Xiang, but looked at Yang Yiyue behind Tong Xiang.

Knowing that Lin Zhongxiao was looking at him, Yang Yiyue was noncommittal about their recitation of ancient poems, and reached out to pick up the things on the big wooden table.Soon, Tong Xiang will start a live broadcast...

"It's such an affectionate name..." After Tong Xiang finished writing the membership card, he held it in both hands and handed it to Lin Zhongxiao, "Thank you for your patronage, and welcome to come next time."

"The handwriting is really beautiful." After accepting the membership card, Lin Zhongxiao finally took a straight look at Tong Xiang.

"Miao Zan Miao Zan, you can spray some water on the flowers when you get home to keep them longer." Standing up to help Lin Zhongxiao open the shop door, Tong Xiang smiled broadly.

After smiling and nodding with Tong Xiang, Lin Zhongxiao said softly, "Xiao Yang, goodbye."

Tong Xiang immediately turned his head to look over, Yang Yiyue just nodded, his eyes didn't leave the matter of cleaning the table.

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Standing on the opposite side of the clean table, the person who wanted to broadcast live had no plans yet.

Yang Yiyue sat leisurely on the chair and looked at him with a calm expression, sorry for the naive brother Chunsheng on his chest.

"You've known each other for a long time... Let me tell you earlier, I won't give away the membership, the consumption is not over [-]..." Looking at the name and phone number on the secondary card, Tong Xiang approached Yang Yiyue, "I still Do you think I have done meritorious service by asking for your name and phone number?"

Yang Yiyue saw that the wall clock in the shop was about to point to four o'clock in 20 seconds, and he didn't answer Tong Xiang's words at all, just said: "I sold him the bouquet of flowers for 800 yuan, and the limit is full."

A thumb full of vigor was about to touch Yang Yiyue's nose, causing him to turn his head away. As soon as he dodged, he caught sight of the young master of the fruit shop next door outside the shop holding a fork hanging on the branch of a tree. what's on...

"Tong Xiang, did you forget about the steamed mandarin fish..."

"No, it was inconvenient just now, hanging on the tree outside... Oh, Li Zihan, you bastard, put down brother's fish!!"

Tong Xiang became a great hero to save the mandarin fish, and Yang Yiyue buried his head on the table and was overjoyed.