MTL - I’m a Professional at Seducing Rivals In Love [Quick Travel]-Chapter 109

chapter109

Dr. Chen said some nursing precautions, got up and left.

Talking about Jinxue's state at the moment, it is almost the same as being in a vegetable state. Too much pain made his severely weakened body choose such a coma to protect itself. However, although the person has no response to the outside world, the tumor in his brain still exists, and he is tortured every day.

Zong Zi listened to the doctor's words word for word, and sent him out.

According to Dr. Chen, it is meaningless to perform surgery now, and it will only increase the trouble. He even doubted whether Tan Jinxue's brain was completely dead.

Zong Zi turned back to the bedroom.

The silence in the air made him feel chills. He lifted the quilt, buried himself in the wide and soft bed, and then hugged Tan Jinxue's waist.

"It's too cold." Zong Zi murmured.

His aura was still there, and it was the best hypnotic potion in the world, allowing Zong Zi to finally fall into a sweet sleep smoothly.

For many years, he had trouble waking up from his sleep. Until I met Tan Jinxue, every time I woke up in the middle of the night, there would be a cup of extremely warm water by the bedside.

He deeply hated himself for not discovering earlier that talking about the snow itself was more comforting than warm water.

Only Tan Jinxue in this world can cure him.

Apart from him, he has no cure.

Zong Zi hugged his medicine and slept very peacefully.

The next morning he woke up hungry. Except for the meal that Tan Jinxue passed out on the night, Zong Zi didn't eat a single grain of rice for the entire forty hours.

The growl in his stomach made the young man frowned, he sat up, and the quilt slipped off his body. Tan Jinxue's half shoulder was also exposed to the air. Zong Zi subconsciously pulled up the quilt for him, rubbed his fingers against the unusually smooth skin, and couldn't help but leaned down and pecked at his collarbone.

He flashed a smug smile.

"Look, even if I don't lock you up anymore, you still have to let me kiss you."

Zong Zi got up and made breakfast by himself. Although the bread was half burnt, he ate it without changing his expression.

It is impossible for an egg that is too old to flow, and the yolk is like biting a dry ping pong ball in your mouth.

Zong Zi drank two mouthfuls of hot milk before washing away the debris stuck in his throat.

He does not dislike, is not picky, and does not make things happen.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. But there is no way, starting from today, he will learn to get used to such a life.

It doesn't matter, Zong Zi endured the pain from his stomach, thinking this way.

When Tan Jinxue woke up, he would lean on him and ask him to make breakfast for himself again. the last time.

He seems to have accepted the fact that "Tan Jinxue is dying" so calmly.

From a long time ago, Zong Zi has understood this truth: no one will stay by your side forever.

—Especially the one you love the most.

He just wanted to say goodbye to him.

Fang Ai received an email. Forwarded from First Secretary He Hua, copy to the head of the design department.

It's about the regularization of interns.

The initial sender is Tan Jinyuki.

There was some gossip from the secretariat before, saying that Fang Ai would become the first employee in the company's history to be retained after three months of internship.

However, He Hua's tone was steady, he was well aware of the recent gossip news in the company, but he didn't show his attitude at all.

Tan Jinxue hadn't come to the company for more than a week. Fortunately, although several high-level executives were a little busy, they managed to keep the big Chengze running in an orderly manner. The cooperation with Brightoil was entrusted to He Hua by the CEO.

Fang Ai didn't dare to ask the first secretary for clarification, so she could only settle down and do the trivial work at hand.

Until the scheduled email was transferred to her mailbox.

The leader of the design department made a special trip to the top-level president's office to say hello to Fang Ai.

"Get ready. The design department is very busy recently. There is no adaptation period after you join the job, so you have to get started quickly."

The head of the design department is very optimistic about this fledgling girl. Although she has no experience, she is better than her natural aura. Right now, the chief designer's draft has not yet been released, and the entire design department is in a state of desperation. For newcomers, it is really not a good time to join the job.

I can only wait for this busy period to pass before taking her seriously.

Fang Ai, who didn't know that she had been classified as a "key training object", nodded stupidly. Seeing the normally unsmiling leader of the design department show an encouraging smile to himself, he gradually believed what had happened.

A raging fighting spirit rose in her heart.

Just a few steps away, the director of the design department remembered something, turned around, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Tan asked me to pass something to you before, come and get it with me."

Fang Ai was taken aback, and hurriedly followed the other party to the design department.

Like every rookie Mengxin who yearns for this place, she walked into the Chengze Design Department suppressing her excited heartbeat. This place is extremely famous in the design industry, and Chengze's success has almost shaped the myth here. Not only Zong Zi, the chief designer, but every busy designer here is a senior who Fang Ai needs to learn with humility.

The supervisor in front looked at Fang Ai's expression calmly, and felt even more satisfied.

He brought Fang Ai into an office in the design department, took out a courier box and put it on the table, "Boss Tan sent it a few days ago, I'm too busy these days, I forgot to hand it over to you."

His cell phone rang as if urging, the man patted Fang Ai on the shoulder casually, and left the room first.

What will Tan Jinxue send her?

Several conjectures flashed through Fang Ai's mind, but she vetoed them one by one.

She took a deep breath, then used a paper knife to cut the tape that sealed the box.

It was her draft design.

Set in a simple picture frame, even though the lines are a little messy and the brushstrokes still have the immatureness of a novice, they are preserved so cherished.

Fang Ai reached out and gently brushed the glass surface of the picture frame.

This picture frame is very familiar, and it should be the same as what she saw in the room of Tang Jinxue Jiangbin Villa.

In that person's heart, does his own work have the same value of being treasured as the famous Zong Zi? Fang Ai blinked as he thought of the picture frames that covered the entire wall. She knew that there was a feeling full of expectation in it.

Perhaps Tan Jinxue has no affection for her, but he undoubtedly cherishes her.

Fang Ai took out several of his drawings one by one from the express box. At the bottom is a note.

"You'll be a better designer."

This note is just an ordinary post-it note, and the handwriting on the paper is also written with an ordinary ink pen, casual and smooth.

Fang Ai held the note in his palm, read it carefully several times, and suddenly pursed his lips and kissed it hard.

Then he realized his shameful behavior and couldn't help but smirk.

[Ding—the love value of the heroine Fang Ai: 99]

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