Although Dean Chen had met Fan Taohua once, she was just a little-known nurse, so he had no impression of her at all. It was the secretary who, seeing Fan Taohua, shouted in surprise, "It's you?!"
Fan Taohua was also stunned, this person also has a good memory, right? It was hard for her to recognize her, a slovenly ugliness.
Fan Taohua smiled awkwardly, and said hello, "Hi~"
"Dean, what I just said is her, Song Qingfeng's girlfriend." The secretary didn't appreciate it, and she didn't know Fan Taohua, so she pointed at her and told the dean, and the dean immediately looked at her seriously, "You Eavesdrop on our speech?"
"No, no, I didn't hear anything. I'm here to submit a review." Fan Taohua waved the review in his hand, and quickly denied it. For important matters, she was directly silenced.
"When did you come, and what did you hear?" The dean insisted, if Fan Taohua heard everything, then she couldn't stay.
"Just came here, and Song Qingfeng and I have already broken up. His affairs have nothing to do with me. Don't look for me, look for him!" Don't kill her, this secretary doesn't look like a good person either!
Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense, the head nurse heard the movement outside, and she explained to the dean, "This is a new nurse in our department. She made a mistake this morning. I asked her to write a review. Taohua, come in."
No matter which side the head nurse is on, she has indeed helped her out now. She hurriedly followed the head nurse into the office and closed the door. It was too thrilling.
And she really didn't hear the most important part, which is what the dean said to ask the head nurse to help him. Even if she is really killed, let her die to understand!
Fortunately, the head nurse just let her fully realize her mistake, and didn't mention anything else, but Fan Taohua kept beating drums in her heart. If she knew such a terrible thing, would she die?
Subconsciously, she felt that Dean Chen would not let her go.
Song Qingfeng had a rest today. When she came home from work, she walked to the door and smelled a particularly fragrant smell. When she opened the door, she found that the food was set on the table. Song Qingfeng was wearing an apron and serving the dishes in the kitchen.
"What are you?" Fan Taohua was a little surprised. Is this person too busy, or has nothing to do?
"Miss Fan, since your cooking skills are really bad, I'll cook for you in the future."
Song Qingfeng was wearing a white shirt, the collar was unbuttoned, the collarbone was looming, and the apron was tied around the waist. Seeing this scene, Fan Taohua's nose felt hot. What luck did she have today, facing Ye Xinghe during the day and going home at night I still want to see Song Qingfeng, it's eye-catching, and I feel like I can live another ten years.
Fan Taohua washed her hands and sat at the dining table. She suddenly remembered what he said just now, "You say I'm a poor cook? Didn't you finish the porridge last night?"
Song Qingfeng didn't answer, and served the last dish, "When I lived alone, I never knew how to cook, because it was unnecessary."
Fan Taohua has a deep understanding of this. When living alone, she eats whatever she can, not to mention she has given up breakfast and dinner for many years, and she has never eaten dinner all year round. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com