Sweet seduction: The petite lady

Chapter 237
When Ji Heng turned around, she bumped into him. Although she dodged quickly, she still bumped into his arm.

Xiaoyue's face changed with fright, and she quickly apologized, her voice full of tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry sir...I...I didn't mean to..."

Ji Heng lowered his head and glanced, his eyes fluctuated, and then glanced at the ward through the glass on the door, and said, "Go in."

After speaking, he raised his foot and walked outside the hospital.

Just after turning the corner, Ji Heng reached out and took off his clothes, and stuffed them into the trash can.

Song Shixu worked conscientiously, but he didn't expect that he would be featured in the Kyoto News.

It turned out that on the second day after the painting was completed, the orphanage ushered in an event, and a large number of reporters and visitors came, including upper-level bureaucrats.

Song Shixu didn't expect that he would lose his vest after drawing a picture.

Because this event was featured on the Kyoto News, Song Shixu's words took up more than ten seconds in the camera, and someone recognized that it was very similar to a Dashu's brushwork.

Because of the previous incident, no matter how much the black fans incite public opinion this time, everyone seems to be fooled.

Even if some people didn't believe it, they didn't scold Song Shixu directly, but raised questions in the comment area.

All of a sudden, whether Song Shixu is the famous children's illustrator Blue sparked heated discussions.

Coincidentally, Director Fu of the People's Hospital watched the operation performed by Song Shixu's team, and of course couldn't wait to share it with people in the industry. Of course, he also meant to show off.

After all, they were the first hospital to come into contact with the "Hand of God", so they immediately held a press conference.

I want to inform the media of the enlightenment they got from this operation and their determination to continue the research.

In order to prove that they were not lying, they specially invited Song Shixu.

When he received the call, Song Shixu was looking at the work schedule of the models in the studio, and he didn't look at the caller ID, so he answered it directly.

The dean's voice came from the opposite side, asking Song Shixu's opinion carefully and respectfully.

"Miss Song, if you excuse me, I'm Fu Jian."

Song Shixu raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and leaned back on the chair.

It seems that Dean Fu already knows her identity, unlike calling her Miss Su at the beginning.

"Well, what's the matter with Dean Fu?"

"That's right, Ms. Song, we are going to hold a press conference on the surgery you and your team have performed, and I hope you will come and guide us."

Song Shixu chuckled, closed the folder in his hand, and put it in a drawer. Just about to refuse, what the doctor said last time suddenly flashed in his mind.

Pursing the corners of his lips, Song Shixu responded.

"Okay, send the time and place to my phone."

"Okay, okay, looking forward to Miss Song's arrival."

"Ah."

Song Shixu hung up the phone, stretched, stood up and walked to the French window.

Looking at the high-rise buildings outside, layer upon layer, it shows the prosperity of this city.

Looking down like this, the beautiful scenery can be seen at a glance, but I don't know how many people are exhausted in this city.

They didn't even have time to appreciate the scenery here, shuttled among these high-rise buildings every day, worked hard, worked hard for their dreams, and for their lives.

Xiaoyue and her grandfather suddenly appeared in Song Shixu's mind. He shook his head, turned around, called his assistant and asked her to arrange a job for Xiaoyue.

(End of this chapter)