Zhao Wenchun was not confused and understood what she said at once.

In fact, it is not hidden. What can I do if I need a household registration book? What else can I do?

Zhao Wenchun didn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Xiyin's eyes were always calm.

The father and daughter looked at each other, tug-of-war, one at the door and the other in the bedroom, with only two or three meters between them, but it looked like a shaking gap. I don’t know whether it needs to be repaired closely or opened into a deep abyss.

Zhao Wenchun said first and asked, "Have you thought about it?"

Zhao Xiyin nodded, "I've thought about it."

"So you decided to go back to Beijing because you were trying to get back together?"

Zhao Xiyin shook her head, "No."

When I come back, I am the fallen leaves returning to my roots, I am really indifferent to my eyes, and I am putting myself in. It is not prejudice nor bias. If Zhou Qishen cools down a little more, there may be no intersection between them.

But that's also a kind of infatuated person.

When Zhao Xiyin thought of him, she unconsciously laughed again.

Zhao Wenchun's tone was mediocre, "The girl should not say such things. If he wants to be determined, he should take the initiative to give me an explanation."

Zhao Xiyin listened very seriously and understood very much.

This is just the most instinctive love of a father. There are reluctance, worries, doubts, and difficulties, but no matter how much there are, there is no hope that his daughter will be more happy.

——

On Monday morning, Zhou Qishen attended the Human Resources Department's salary accounting meeting. The rest of the week was the Lunar New Year. All work was over. Several meetings were to be attended almost every day. Zhou Qishen reviewed the bonus distribution details, which increased slightly year-on-year. The big one was mainly concentrated in the business department and the engineering and technical department. After several corrections, it ended briefly.

Secretary Xu followed him into the office and reported all the way: "Will you go there tomorrow Minister Li?"

"What time is it?"

"The dinner starts at 5:30, and you are about to leave at 4:30."

Zhou Qishen asked: "Is there still a trip after the end?"

"there is none left."

He nodded, "Go."

After reporting a few more items, the two went to the office. When Zhou Qishen walked to the desk, he suddenly paused. A very obvious move was that Secretary Xu paused and asked: "Mr. Zhou? Have you ever asked me for anything?"

Zhou Qishen shook his head very lightly, then returned to normal, bypassed the table and sat on the leather chair, "Continue."

The business came to an end, Secretary Xu asked with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, where are you celebrating the New Year this year?"

"What's wrong?"

"My family has a farm in the suburbs. If you are in Beijing, you will be invited to visit."

Zhou Qishen asked: "Have your family been demolished again?"

Secretary Xu wiped his sweat, "No, no."

Looking up at him, Zhou Qishen understood in his heart.

Xu Jin followed him for ten years, and his relationship was no more than Gu Heping and Lao Cheng. The most rare thing about him was to put his position in the right position and do what a secretary should do. But he was concerned about Zhou Qishen. He knew that his original family was not harmonious, and he was even more lonely in the past two years after his divorce from Zhao Xiyin. His family reunion was not his share, and it was not called New Year's Day. Zhou Qishen stayed in the company to work overtime on the 30th night of the previous New Year.

Xu Jin said this in another way, comforting him in disguise.

Zhou Qishen nodded and smiled slightly, "No, thank you."

Seeing that the boss was in a good mood, Secretary Xu dared to explore gossip, "Is Mr. Zhou and Xiao Zhao a good thing?"

Zhou Qishen generously admitted, "Yes."

"Then are you holding a wedding this time?"

Zhou Qishen was really stunned for a moment, thought about it, nodded, "Do not. Otherwise, I'll be sorry for her father."

Secretary Xu complained in his heart that he must remember this matter firmly in the small notebook. The top priority of work next year must be completed successfully.

"By the way," Zhou Qishen said: "Help me have an appointment with Dr. Lin."

Secretary Xu frowned, "Mr. Zhou, are you?"

"No, I'll ask her for something." Zhou Qi replied in a deep voice.

——

Su Ying was allergic to stay in the hospital for a week. She also had a weird physique, sensitive, strong reaction, and long-lasting. The rehearsal in the group were delayed. If it were someone else, she would have been greeted by the 18th generation of ancestors. However, the crew not only did not complain, but also sent senior executives to express their condolences repeatedly. Zhao Xiyin also heard from the people in the group.

Feeling guilty, Zhao Xiyin went to the hospital to visit Su Ying again that night.

She didn't contact her in advance, and quietly wandered at the door of the ward. Later, the nurse went in and opened the door and said, "Who are you looking for?"

The crack in the door opened, Su Ying heard the sound, saw the figure, and called her: "Come in."

Zhao Xiyin didn't move, put her hand behind her back, and only leaned into her head, and asked carefully: "Teacher Su, are you not allergic to lilies?"

Su Ying was stunned.

Zhao Xiyin smiled, "I bought you a bunch of lilies."

Su Ying's mouth curled up with a very obvious arc, and her expression became softer, "It's okay."

Zhao Xiyin happily pushed open the door, and then he saw that there was another man in the ward.

At about forty years, he is tall and upright. Although he can tell his age, he can also tell his temperament. Zhao Xiyin has always felt that the most rare thing for middle-aged men is not greasy and exaggerated. The person in front of him deserves it. He only wore a dark turtleneck cashmere sweater and a low-key brown retro dial on his left wrist, which made him look extraordinary.

He looked at Zhao Xiyin and nodded and smiled.

Su Ying said lightly: "My husband, Qiao Shinan."

Zhao Xiyin immediately shook hands nervously, "Hello, Teacher Qiao."

The man was happy, "I really deserve it. Don't be so polite, just call me Uncle Qiao."

Zhao Xiyin said: "You are not that old."

The man looked happy and looked very happy, and it seemed that he had a good impression of her.

Su Ying is different from the usual image of a cold and beautiful woman. At this moment, she is warm and tender. When her eyes are on her husband, she is a little softer. She looks at Zhao Xiyin and said, "Sit down."

Qiao Shinan took the flower and left the ward very consciously.

Zhao Xiyin and Su Ying looked at each other, and the apology in their eyes was obvious. They lowered their attitude and lowered their voices, "I'm sorry, Teacher Su."

Su Ying said "yes", "You don't have to care too much."

Zhao Xiyin touched the tip of her nose and admitted her mistake honestly, "I have some corrections."

"What?"

"I opened Weibo, followed many entertainment and magazine accounts, and I also followed you." In Su Ying's attention, Zhao Xiyin's voice became weaker.

Su Ying sneered and laughed, "Now you start to make up for gossip?"

Zhao Xiyin's eyes were confused, her timid expression showed all her expression, and she nodded slowly.

Su Ying's gentle appearance was like the iceberg snow lotus in the spring of March, quietly melting. She said: "Dance is already very hard, don't force yourself to do things you don't like."

Zhao Xiyin's nasal voice was slightly heavy, "But it caused you trouble."

Su Ying showed impatience on her face, "Always apologize, are you over? If you have this free time, it's better to go back to the practice room to squeeze your legs!"

Come on, it's turned into an iceberg beauty again.

When Zhao Xiyin left, Su Ying was not enthusiastic. She lay at the door and looked back again, and happened to meet Su Ying's gaze. Zhao Xiyin smiled brightly and ran away. Su Ying was alone in the ward and finally smiled.

According to the plan, the group will not have a holiday during the New Year. They have to connect with the plot team and do some preliminary preparations for formal co-production. Zhao Xiyin doesn't care, anyway, her home is close. The girls from other provinces are worried.

When we were having hot pot together, Zhao Xiyin asked Zhou Qishen where he would go to celebrate the New Year this year, saying that he had no fake and had to join the group.

Zhou Qishen was lost for a moment, and it didn't matter, "I'll go back to Xi'an."

"You won't accompany Teacher Zhao?" Zhao Xiyin asked with a smile.

"Accompany him? He is not my dad." Zhou Qishen replied with a smile.

Zhao Xiyin raised her cell phone and said, "I'll record it and go back and let it be played to Teacher Zhao."

Zhou Qishen went to grab the phone, but he didn't hold it firmly, and fell into the hot pot base. Zhou Qishen didn't even think about it, instinctively blocking the splashing oil soup, and the boiling oil was poured on the back of his hand, and red bubbles immediately appeared.

Both of them were stunned.

Zhou Qishen said helplessly: "It hurts."

Zhao Xiyin was very worried and got up and wanted to go to the hospital, but Zhou Qishen grabbed her and said with a wicked smile: "Just lick me."

Three-point color | seven-point bad love, it is clearly a scoundrel.

Zhao Xiyin put his hand on his waist, twisted it, and angrily said, "You deserve to celebrate the New Year alone."

In this way, the New Year arrangements were almost fixed. Zhou Qishen returned to Xi'an, returned to Beijing in the third year of junior high school, and Zhao Xiyin stayed in Beijing to work.

As a result, two days before the Chinese New Year, the group received a temporary notice.

An accident happened on the crew, and an assistant director was hit by a prop. The intracranial bleeding was quite serious. He was still lying on the ICU and did not come out. This matter became a hot search on Weibo. In order to avoid the limelight, he decided to start work after the New Year.
To be continued...