Huayue lives up to Qin Zonggong

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Huan stopped the plan he was talking about, because he found that the person he was reporting to, the big boss Qin Long, was distracted.

It was clear that his mind was not on his dry project schedule.

Qin Long turned the signature pen in his hand, and simply stopped: "Stop talking about this, it makes me have a headache. For this kind of thing, let whoever is in charge see it. You can't just give it to me, Zhao Huan."

Zhao Huan was also helpless: "I said Mr. Qin, as the big boss, are you too big? Are you afraid that I will team up with Li Mou to kill you?"

"Would you do it?" Qin Long rested his forehead and looked at Zhao Huan with great interest: "Short the books and run away? Zhao Huan, are you so stupid?"

"No!" Zhao Huan dragged his voice to express his indignation: "Boss Qin, I think you are getting less and less concerned about the affairs of the group company."

"That's right." Qin Long tapped on the table with his pen cap: "The company is getting bigger and bigger, if I grab my eyebrows and beard, I'll be finished."

Zhao Huan made an OK gesture: "Okay, I won't bother you, I'm leaving."

"Don't go." Qin Long stopped him: "Let's talk, just don't tell me about the progress of the project, the financial payment, the opening ribbon-cutting and so on."

"Then what should I say?" Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Zhao Huan asked sincerely, "Or, President Qin, did you enjoy the cruise this time?"

"Very happy." The smile on the man's face widened: "I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me, there is a gift."

Qin Long opened the drawer by his side, took out a box of ties and threw them on the table: "Armani ties. I don't know how to shop either. There is a duty-free shop on board, so I just bought a few."

"I'm flattered." Zhao Huan made an exaggerated expression, and picked up the exquisite tie box: "I didn't expect that Mr. Qin could bring me a gift, I was so excited. By the way, let me make sure, this tie is not Have you used it?"

"How could it be used?" With a crisp snap, Qin Long lit a cigarette, leaned back heavily, and the executive chair slid a few centimeters before stopping.

Zhao Huan squeezed his eyes, a little wretched: "The hands used to tie Mr. Wei to the head of the bed or something."

"You think too much." Qin Long exhaled smoke, and said in a light tone, "I bought ten rolls of gauze six meters long."

"Huh?!" Zhao Huan smelled the gossip all of a sudden, and leaned over with rounded eyes: "Really?"

Raising a thick eyebrow on one side, Qin Long shook his eyes "What do you think?", and continued to swallow.

The young man was a little excited and gave a thumbs up: "Brother Long is mighty! Awesome!"

"Why are you so excited?" Qin Long said with a faint smile, "Let me think about it, it seems that since you started taking office, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm not talking about work. How is it? I'm interested in meeting you at night Have a drink? Then."

"Then?" Zhao Huan caught the key words sensitively and hesitated for a while: "Boss Qin, there is a word..."

"Say." Qin Long vaguely caught something.

The always frank young man hesitated, stammering his words: "Well, I have to say it up front. It used to be really fun to play together. But I think that now, including your feelings for President Chu, you just have an intuition. We shouldn't be doing this anymore, although it's a pity..."

It was a bit of a surprise, but Qin Long didn't show it on his face: "What? You found a partner who wants to get along well?"

"No, no!" Zhao Huan was shocked, and he waved his hands together: "Where is it? I'm not because of this. And to be honest, it's not flattery. Going to someone else is completely incomparable."

Qin Long had a half smile but not a smile: "Why is that?"

The young man gritted his teeth, and lowered his eyelids to avoid the man's piercing gaze: "Frankly speaking, I am very satisfied with my current career status, and I don't want to change. You can laugh at me as pedantic, but I think that if this continues You understand that you have confused the boundaries... I hope that our relationship will be purer, and I will give up the right to ask you for favors with the cheek of not doing a good job, and I hope that Zhao Huan can follow the Qin family for a longer time."

"I have to say, you've overcomplicated things." Qin Long swallowed those explanations and accepted them calmly: "It's okay, I understand your thoughts. It's absolutely fine."

"You," Zhao Huan swallowed cautiously, "Brother Long, are you not angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Qin Long took out a whole pack of cigarettes from the one on the table and threw it over: "Take the cigarette, it's a peppermint one, it tastes good."

Zhao Huan took the cigarette case and shook it, and said in a joking tone, "I'm angry, I don't know what's good and what's wrong, I refuse the big boss' unspoken rules or something haha."

"Why do you want to lie to you? To be honest, I don't lack this right now." Qin Long calmly looked at the young man's uneasiness and took a panoramic view: "It's just that you don't have a partner now, and neither do I. Just continue having fun and don't think about it anymore." Just cut it off. I respect your choice."

"Oh," Zhao Huan murmured, not sure if he believed it: "Brother Long, don't blame me for being wordy, it's not my turn to talk about your private life, but Yanxi..."

"What's wrong with Yan Xi?" Qin Long asked calmly, thinking of A Lun's photo.

"Yanxi is different from me," Zhao Huan gritted his teeth, more like a kind of flattery, and poured out: "He used you more. The relationship of several years is not easy to let go. I doubt that one day Qi Jian will give him a smile, and he will turn against each other again. Also, you know that he has a history of poisoning? Although it is not that deep, but if If you continue to slide, you will become an addict. I used to persuade him before breaking up the relationship, but it was useless. Let me think about it... Yes, there is another point, Yanxi's private life is more, uh, more corrupt .It’s the kind of time when you suck fans, you don’t have a clear mind, you can do anything, you know, just a large group of people..."

Poor Zhao Huan couldn't say that evil word, and his face was blushing: "It's best if you can fish him out, but it's his fate if you can't. When that day really comes, remember to draw a line with him, real."

"I remember, Mr. Zhao." Qin Long stood up and walked over, patted the young man on the shoulder, a little teasing: "Why are you telling me like an old lady? We are not splitting up, and we will quit work in the future?"

"No, I'm just reminding you to pay attention." Zhao Huan rubbed his ears in embarrassment: "It seems a bit long-winded..."

"I remember everything you said." Qin Long nodded, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Just to be serious, do you want to have a kiss as a souvenir?"

Seeing the man trying to bow his head, Zhao Huan was startled, he took two steps back, and sat down on the chair, in a state of embarrassment. It wasn't until Qin Long couldn't help laughing out loud that he realized that he was being played.

"Boss Qin!" Zhao Huan rolled his eyes and got up angrily, "Is it a sense of accomplishment to tease me like this?"

"Yes. Feel comfortable physically and mentally." The smile on Qin Long's face was still lingering, but his words turned back to the right way: "I'm not kidding this time, let's drink at the bar at night, just drink, there is no after."

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"No! No, this won't work..." Han Hui's whole body twitched, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

"What's wrong?" Qin Long stretched out his arms to hug the boy, and patted his back comfortingly with his big hand: "Did I hurt you?"

Han Hui burst into tears, feeling on the verge of collapse: "No, it's not... Brother Long, your... your problem is mine... Woohoo, I can't, I can't do it... I want to vomit... I feel dirty... ..."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Qin Long realized that the problem seemed to be serious.

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"Moderate depression." The female doctor in front of her pushed her glasses: "No appetite, poor sleep at night, lack of sense of value, and slow movements. Especially the core symptoms are persistent depression and lack of ability to arouse pleasure."

Han Hui kept her head down and leaned on Qin Long's shoulder, weeping silently, as if she didn't care about her illness, and seemed to be trapped in extreme self-disgust and pessimism.

"Can it be cured?" Qin Long patted the boy beside him, and Han Hui reached out to grab the man's hand like a child, but missed it because of his clumsy and slow movements.

The female doctor has a panoramic view of everything, somewhat helpless and somewhat compassionate: "Depression above moderate is mainly treated with drugs, supplemented by cognitive behavioral therapy, etc. Among them, the support of family members, lovers, and friends is very important. Patients should Relax your body and mind, and try to open your heart knot. In terms of specific behaviors, such as listening to soothing music, reading some positive books, going out for a trip to broaden your horizons, etc., are all good ways. Also, this disease should not be rushed If not, patients and their families must have confidence."

"Depression is a mental cancer, and it can't be cured." After leaving the door of the doctor's office, Han Hui wiped her eyes: "Brother Long, I'm done."

"What nonsense?" Qin Long's tone was rarely severe.Seeing that the young man was frightened and wanted to cry again, he could only slow down his tone helplessly: "You have heard what the doctor said, right? I didn't avoid you either. She said that there is a possibility of cure, as long as you actively Cooperate with the treatment and take the medicine on time, and I will always support you. Han Hui, cheer up."

"Cheer up, cheer up." The boy suddenly made a movement, which made Qin Long vaguely familiar but couldn't remember it.

Han Hui supported the corners of her mouth with the index fingers of both hands and pushed up: "This looks much better..."

At the door of the hematology clinic, a middle-aged man squatted in the corner crying.

He didn't dare to speak loudly, perhaps because he was afraid of being seen by others, so he could only clumsily put his head against the corner of the wall, tears falling drop by drop on the ground, splashing small water splashes.

Han Hui looked at the man, his emotions were contagious, and the corners of his eyes became moist again: "Brother Long, I think I'm really bad. I'm like this... Leave me alone, I can't do it, I'm not worth it..."

"Han Hui, you are only 23 years old." Qin Long stopped, holding the young man's upper arms with both hands and looking straight into his eyes: "What is this? Huh? Go do what you like, go to places you like in Milan and Venice. Relax."

"Brother Long, can you go with me?" For the first time, Han Hui's eyes showed a slight brilliance, cautious and precarious.

Qin Long didn't speak, Han Hui quickly shook his head and lowered his eyelids: "I know you're busy, I'm sorry Brother Long, but my request is too much."

"Don't think too much, I'll find someone to accompany you." Qin Long made a decision in his heart, and put his arms around Han Hui's shoulder: "You will be fine. Don't worry."