I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 118 Long time no see
Liu Xian felt very depressed. Not to mention that he was "bombarded" by someone with his mobile phone early in the morning, and he had to be interviewed non-stop at this time, his throat was about to smoke.

Why?
That kid picks up a girl, and he has to suffer along with him?

He asked a few questions, didn't explain a single one, and dared to hang up on him?

Liu Xian put away his mobile phone, and walked towards Su Shao who was being pointed at by a bunch of "long guns and short cannons".

As soon as all the reporters saw Liu Xian approaching, they immediately switched the camera to his face, "Mr. Liu, what do you think of your students' acts of bravery?"

"Ms. Liu, may I ask if the 'cat abuse case' that has been raging on Weibo is also aimed at Su Shao? But this seems to be fake news, right?"

"Ms. Liu, can you talk about why you chose to quit journalism?"

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The questions asked by the reporters became more and more outrageous, and in the end they all asked whether Liu Xian was married or not.

Liu Xian smiled casually at the camera in front of him, "Dear reporters, I will answer all the questions you want to know, but please let our classmate Su Shao rest for a while. She still has an ankle injury and cannot stand for too long. .”

Su Shao glanced at Liu Xian gratefully, she really couldn't stand anymore, and she just stood on her feet for a while.

Liu Xian lowered his head slightly, and whispered a few words to Su Shao.

As soon as the words fell, Su Shao suddenly raised his head and asked, "Really?"

Liu Xian raised his eyebrows lazily, his action was affirmation of what he just said.

"Thank you, Director! Then I'll go first." Su Shao greeted Liu Xian and a bunch of reporters in front of him, almost running out of everyone's sight.

The reporters looked at each other.

Does this look like an ankle injury?This is obviously going to the track and field meeting, right?
The pleated skirt was rippling in the air, like peonies in spring, sweet and charming.

Song Yan sat in the car, did not lock the door, and leaned back heavily.

Just now Liu Xian asked several questions in a row, all of which made him unable to understand.

Why would he be so anxious and impulsive when something happened to an irrelevant little girl?
Just because it happened because of him?

Do not!
Song Yan is a person who is very indifferent to interpersonal relationships. Even if a friend who has been with him for decades asks him to do something, he can still refuse.

The impulse to this matter made him very puzzled.

Closing his eyes, he could vaguely see a delicate little face, nestling in his arms and saying softly, "Doctor Song, I'm in pain."

I can still see her, walking through the crowd towards me
Those eyes were moist and hazy, but he tried his best not to drop a drop, pretending to be calm, "Doctor Song, is there anything I can do for you?"

In the hot pot restaurant, he could see the little girl leaning forward through the steaming fog, and said to him seriously, "Song Yan, I'm not young anymore!"

Song Yan is a person who doesn't care much about life, because his thoughts are all spent on patients, and it is difficult to remember who or what in his daily life.

But now in his mind, he can clearly remember every word the little girl said to him.

There was a sudden knock on the car door, and then a thin figure pulled the door handle and sat in.

White T, short skirt.

The legs are slender and eye-catching.

Song Yan frowned and looked beside him, and after seeing who was coming, his brows furrowed even deeper!
Su Shao put the baseball jacket hanging on her arm on her lap, took out a drink from the bag in her hand, and handed it to Song Yan with a sideways smile, "Doctor Song, long time no see."

The girl's lips are moist and her face is delicate and beautiful.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the sweet fragrance penetrates into the hearts of the people, like the sugar coating of candied haws, melting
(End of this chapter)