After amnesia, I became a forensic doctor

Chapter 729 Forensic girlfriend 1
"Yes, for the past six months." Su Jin was not used to shaking hands with people other than Shan Chenxun, but she didn't move.

"Su Jin, in fact, although the old lady didn't say it clearly, she has accepted you. With A Xun's feelings for you, sooner or later you will become a member of the Shan family. The Shan family has a great career, can you not go?" Mrs. Shan said There is something in it.

Su Jin understood, she frowned slightly: "You want me to give up my job?"

"I'm not forcing you. Look, it's not good for you to go to Haishi for half a year and be separated from Axun." Mrs. Shan weighed her words, "...I hope you think about it."

"Don't think about it, I can answer you now." Su Jin looked serious and serious, "I will not give up the job of forensic medicine."

Seeing her being so determined, Mrs. Shan was disappointed, but she didn't show it. She just forced a smile: "I respect your wishes."

She stopped talking, and the atmosphere was a little cold, when the maid brought a cup of coffee.

Su Jin didn't drink and was about to leave.

"When A Xun comes back, let him see you off." Mrs. Shan said.

Su Jin sat for a while, and there was a sound of footsteps at the gate.

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, Shan Zhentian stepped into the hall. Mrs. Shan and Su Jin stood up. The old man leaned on a cane, glanced at them, and walked straight over.

Before entering the study, he stopped and said, "Su Jin, come with me."

Su Jin was silent for a moment, then walked into the study with her hands in her pockets.

Standing behind the desk, Shan Zhentian began to grind ink himself.

Su Jin stood two or three meters away from the desk, watching him spread the rice paper and pick up the brush.

The old man wrote good calligraphy, vigorous and powerful, and completed in one go, with sharp edges and corners like a mountain, comparable to a calligraphy master.

After finishing writing one piece of paper, he looked it over and started writing the second one.

"Do you like poetry?" He said suddenly, and the movements of his hands didn't stop.

"A little bit." Su Jin said.

"Can you do calligraphy?" Shan Zhentian finished writing the last word and looked up at her.

"The writing is not good." A picture flashed in Su Jin's mind. An old man was holding the girl's hand and teaching her to write with a brush.

The old man in the picture couldn't see the face clearly, but she knew that it was the grandfather, and the little girl was herself.

She started to learn to write from her grandfather at the age of three, and at the age of eight she was proficient in calligraphy, whether it was a pen or a brush.

After her family members were killed, she no longer touched calligraphy, and now she heard him ask, and she felt sour in her heart.

She lowered her eyes, hiding her sadness.

"Would you mind writing it?" He handed her the brush.

Su Jin raised her head and looked at the majestic old man in front of her, a little dazed, as if it was slowly overlapping with the face in her memory.

For a moment, she regarded him as a grandfather.

Her heart tightened, she closed her eyes and suppressed her emotions.

"Sorry." She refused, resisting calligraphy from the bottom of her heart.

Shan Zhentian stared at it for a few seconds, without forcing it, and continued writing with his head down.

After writing a few words, he pointed to the sofa, "Sit."

Su Jin sat down on the sofa and waited for a while. The old man finished writing this piece, put down the brush, and walked to the sofa with a cane.

He was sitting in the main seat with a cane in both hands, and Su Jin was sitting in the single seat opposite him, separated by a crystal coffee table nearly three meters away.

"Su Jin, let me be honest. Before I met you, I didn't think you were suitable for A Xun, especially your profession. Of course, I still don't know you well, and I don't think you are the most suitable candidate!  … "His face is majestic, and his aura is not angry.

(End of this chapter)