Ji Chicheng watched Ji Anning walk away, chuckled dotingly, quickened his pace to catch up with her, wrapped his arm around her small waist, and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Wife, don’t listen to him, that old man is just jealous because he can’t have any fun in bed like us."
Being called "wife" made Ji Anning’s heart flutter, feeling both shy and delighted.
She pouted and ignored him, but her hand quietly snaked behind him, encircling his waist.
In her heart, she silently called him, husband.
Her husband, the cold and proud husband.
...
"Once you finish these dications, just co back for a checkup next month."
In the hospital, mornings are always busy, sotis leaving no ti for a sip of water.
In front of him sat a teenager of about sixteen or seventeen, holding a bunch of dicine. He was concentrating on explaining to the teenager how to use the dication.
After giving instructions, the teenager thanked Xiang Yiqing with the dicine in hand, then turned and left.
Seeing the patient leave, Ji Anning pushed open the door and pulled Ji Chicheng inside.
"What’s bothering you?" Xiang Yiqing asked, with his head down, sorting through so docunts without looking up, assuming it was another patient seeking his help.
But after asking, there was no response for a long while. Pausing with the pen in his hand, he looked up and imdiately bead, "You’re back so soon."
Saying so, he put down the pen and stood up.
Ji Anning nodded, "Yes, probably because you’re the boss here, so no one dares to neglect the work."
Jokingly, she glanced at Xiang Yiqing’s desk and asked, "Are you still busy?"
"Probably have one or two more patients left," Xiang Yiqing replied to Ji Anning, then excitedly glanced over at Ji Chicheng, "Chicheng."
Mornings are always hectic; he had only quickly arranged things for them and hadn’t gotten the chance to greet them properly.
Overjoyed, he grabbed Ji Chicheng’s arm, too excited to speak.
But Ji Chicheng coldly asked him, "Who are you?"
"Uh!" Xiang Yiqing was stunned for a mont, stared at Ji Chicheng’s impassive face for a couple of seconds, then turned in confusion toward Ji Anning.
Before Ji Anning could respond to his puzzlent, Ji Chicheng’s voice unexpectedly chid in again, "I have amnesia."
Ji Anning frowned, disapprovingly glancing at him, "Uncle, can you stop fooling around?"
Xiang Yiqing imdiately understood, reached out to give Ji Chicheng a playful smack on the shoulder, "You brat, pretending with !"
Still quite excited, he tightened his grip on Ji Chicheng’s shoulder, pursed his lips, and patted him again, "You rascal, you worried us to death."
Ji Chicheng ignored his concern, looked at him displeased, "We’ve been waiting forever for you to treat us to a al, the flowers have wilted."
With that, he moved to the chair opposite Xiang Yiqing and sat down.
Xiang Yiqing apologized with a smile, gestured at an adjacent stool, and invited Ji Anning, "You guys sit down first, I just need to see a couple more patients and then we can go."
Ji Anning nodded, "You go ahead, don’t mind us."
Then she turned and stood beside Ji Chicheng.
Since she was pregnant, Ji Chicheng certainly couldn’t let her stand and imdiately got up to offer his seat.
His gaze inadvertently swept over the desk in front of him to the upper right corner of the computer screen and saw a na, which surprised him, "Qiu Yang?"
Just as he read that na aloud, the office door was suddenly pushed open from the outside again.
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