Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 27

Lin Litian pinched the photo for a while, the two people in the photo were separated by a certain distance, and there were many students around, but they could be recognized at a glance as the protagonists of the photo.

The date of this photo was taken decades from now. The tall boy had just turned eighteen, and his facial features were not as profound as they are now, with a dazzling smile. The other boy, who was only 15 years old, was young and beautiful, and his eyes were fixed on him intently. pointing at the viewfinder frame of the camera.

He took down the original photo in the frame, replaced it with this photo, restored the frame, and put it back in the glass cabinet.

He sat at the end of the bed and looked straight in through the glass. The most prominent position changed from a personal photo to a group photo that wasn't really a group photo.

He called the system out again.

【What's wrong? 】

Lin Litian loosened and tore off the tie that he hadn't had time to untangle, held it in his hand, and propped it on the bed with one hand, "After I leave this world, how will this world develop in the future?"

If the consciousness of the original body returns to this body, will everything that happened in the past few months be obliterated?

As soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, Zhu Ma, whom he had known for more than [-] years, became his boyfriend.

This kind of thing is really bluffing.

[After the host leaves, the original body will return to this body. 】The system knew what he was thinking, and explained,【He will inherit the memories of these months, and we will also rationalize what happened to him during this period, making him feel that all actions are out of his own will . 】

The appearance in this world is just to replace the previous painter and draw the scenery that should have appeared. When the original painter picks up the brush again, he will not find out that there was a change in the middle, and he will only think that he painted it himself.

Lin Litian nodded and accepted the statement.

The ceiling light in the room shines brightly on the photo in the glass closet, and the two lines of words lie peacefully in the lower right corner, finally no longer need to be hidden under another photo.

When Lin Litian passed Songwang, he helped Song Yan pack a few light dishes at the Cantonese restaurant last time.

When he returned to the hospital, he pushed open the door of the ward, and the person who had been lying down before he left sat up again, with his knees bent and the tablet resting on his legs, the whole person once again entered the mode of concentrating on work, with focused eyes and eyes. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Song Yan was having a video conference, changed back into his own clothes, and appeared calmly in front of the camera.

It might be that the subordinate on the opposite side had something wrong with his work. Song Yan's tone was not good, even a little serious.

He still said he was hungry in front of him, but in a blink of an eye he was the meticulous little Mr. Song in front of his work again.

Song Yan gave the solution to the problem, and explained the problems that will arise in the future and the solutions to them one by one. The loudspeaker echoed from several subordinates who survived the catastrophe. At the end of the meeting, one of the subordinates asked carefully : "President Xiao Song, are you in good health...will you go back to the company tomorrow?"

President Xiao Song is the leader of the company. Without him in charge of the overall situation, the functional departments he is in charge of are equivalent to a group of dragons without a leader. He can't hold such a big stall!

Song Yan fell silent and pondered for a while, before he could answer, Lin Litian, who was listening quietly at the door, knocked on the edge of the door at the right time, interrupting their meeting.

He walked to the hospital bed, leaned over to look at the camera, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song probably won't be able to go to the company in the next few days."

After speaking, he pulled out the tablet with ease, moved his fingers a few times, and ended the meeting. The proficiency was as if this action was engraved in his DNA.

"Hey, I..." Song Yan stared at him dumbfounded, and his free hand was still in mid-air.

Lin Litian raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it over?"

"...Yes." Song Yan put his hand down and put it on his knee.

Putting the tablet away from Song Yan, Lin Litian turned around and asked him, "Eat in bed, or get out of bed?"

"Get out of bed and eat." Song Yan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, wearing a pair of nondescript hospital trousers under the loose white shirt, which looked a bit nondescript. Fortunately, this face was placed there so that it would not be funny.

He picked up the chopsticks, chewed the food in his mouth, and turned his head to look at the people next to him. Lin Litian pretended not to see it.

After eating and drinking enough, Song Yan did not give up, and after Lin Litian cleaned up the mess on the table, he began to try hard:

"Brother, can I... be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"

However, the more you speak, the quieter you are, except for the clear and loud cry at the beginning, the final sound is directly annihilated to the point where you can't hear it.

Song Yan still had needles on his hands, so he couldn't wash his hands. Lin Litian took out a wet towel, held his wrist, and wiped his hands carefully.

"Songwang spends so much money to support them, is their annual salary paid for nothing? Can't do without you?"

The tone was uncompromising, and there was no room for negotiation.

After wiping the palm of his hand with a wet towel, Song Yan felt itchy and curled his fingers.

"I'll deduct their wages later." However, relying on their current relationship, Song Yan became more courageous and continued to pester, "But I'm really almost fine. When the nurse came just now, she said, I watched everything It's normal, you don't need to stay in the hospital."

"Everything is normal?" Lin Litian asked back.

Song Yan hurriedly said, "Yes."

Nodding his head like sifting chaff, his eyes lit up, thinking that there was hope.

Lin Litian wiped his last finger with a wet towel, then crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, he squatted down and looked at Song Yan who was sitting on the chair. Song Yan's gaze followed him and slowly moved down.

He heard Lin Litian chuckle, or maybe he didn't, and then put a hand on the back of his neck, his breathing stopped for a second, and the next second, the person in front of him kissed him.

Lin Litian's other hand rested on Song Yan's thigh, afraid that the needle in his hand would be bumped, so he covered it with his palm to protect him.

The tip of the tongue rolled over the lips, drawing a specific outline, and then sucked it lightly.

Following this, Song Yan opened his mouth slightly.

The single ward was too quiet, there was no sound at all, or in other words, the inpatient department at this time was so quiet that time seemed to have stopped.

Therefore, even the tiniest sound of water is amplified infinitely.

Song Yan installed a loudspeaker with his heart, and the louder heartbeat, mixed with the small sound of water, played in his ears. At first, his ears felt hot, but slowly, his background was fair and his skin was completely white. dyed red.

After the kiss was over, he was still in a daze.

Now, Lin Litian laughed clearly.

"The heartbeat is too fast." Lin Litian succeeded in his trick, and looked as if he had a legitimate reason, "The request is dismissed."

dismiss what?

what request?

Song Yan couldn't care less about getting out of the hospital now, so he subconsciously nodded.

Before he could recover, there was a knock on the door of the ward. Lin Litian stood up and said "Come in".

The nurse came in with a tray with a bottle on it. As soon as she came in, she saw the patient in front of the table looking out of his soul.

"It's a meeting, just let me change the bottle for you later, it's okay to lie down when you're sick," the nurse gave Song Yan a disapproving look, Song Yan came back to his senses, blushing, knowing he was wrong He had no choice but to accept the reprimand obediently. He sat back on the bed, stretched out his hand, exposed the indwelling needle on the back of his hand, and asked the nurse to insert the needle core.

"Lie down well before the illness is cured. You are also a person with a medical history. Why don't you count yourself?"

The nurse adjusted the dripping speed of the hanging bottle, gave some instructions, and left the ward.

"Who said that what the nurse said can be done without being hospitalized?"

Lin Litian looked at Song Yan's face mixed with shyness and embarrassment of being exposed, pulled the quilt over his head again, and silently shook his head and laughed.

Two days later, Uncle Wang gave Song Yan a full set of checkups again. After confirming that the indicators had returned to normal, he waved his hand and approved Song Yan to be discharged from the hospital.

In the past two days in the hospital, he was used to seeing all kinds of greasy little movements of the two of them.

It's not that Lao Lin didn't tell him about Lin Litian's absurdity. He didn't expect that the one who was abducted home in the end was raised by the Lin family. Now he doesn't know whether Lao Lin is happy or worried.

But these are young people's affairs, he is old now, he just wants to have fun and watch the fun, so he won't get involved.

Uncle Wang said to Lin Litian: "This is not the first time for him. Next time, don't run to the hospital. I don't want to see him in the hospital again."

"Has he lived in a hospital before?" Lin Litian glanced at Song Yan, whose back was stiff and his ears were pricked up, and asked in a loud voice.

The little tusk at the back of his head trembled.

"Why don't you understand his temperament?" Uncle Wang thought about it, thought it was fun, and responded loudly, "If you have a minor injury, you won't be hospitalized, and you will leave that day."

Song Yan shrunk on the sofa, and the hand holding the tablet slowly tightened as the two of them talked back and forth, revealing obvious guilt, and turned his head with a sullen expression, "Uncle Wang!"

Uncle Wang accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said sternly, "Although it is said that he has undergone an operation for this disease, there is no guarantee that there will be no possibility of recurrence. You should be careful in the future."

Lin Litian nodded, and sent Uncle Wang out of the ward a few minutes later.

When he returned to the ward, he walked to the sofa, looked down at Song Yan condescendingly, and casually repeated what someone said a few days ago:

"Is there anything else to explain?"

"After the age of 12, I seldom felt sick to my heart, only that one time." Song Yan said hastily.

At that time, he had just entered Songwang, shouldered the burden of the family, was too busy to take care of work, rest and three meals a day, his heart was affected, and he put himself in the hospital.

At that time, Secretary Huang who was with him was still a newcomer to the workplace. Seeing that his boss was overworked and went to the hospital, he was confused. Song Yan didn't let him accompany him, and didn't let him tell his parents, saying that he could do it alone.

Uncle Wang said that he had to be alone by his side, so he called Lin Litian, but no one picked up the phone until the phone hung up automatically.

Later he found out that it was He Jia's birthday that day.

And when Lin Litian called again, he had already been discharged from the hospital.

He just smiled lightly and dismissed the matter without mentioning it.

After Song Yan finished speaking, he added, "It's really gone this time!"

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-04-0100:58:58~2022-04-0200:21:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Xiao Yang distributed 5 bottles today;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!