Chapter 315 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (XIV)
Is this the person Jian Qiang mentioned?
How come he came so early?
Song Ning's thoughts wandered for a moment, and the next second he couldn't help but look at the other person's handsome appearance.
At least Jian Qiang did not deceive herself on this point.
This man is even more dazzling than in the video.
Duan Kong was a little impatient after his confession was interrupted, but he did not miss the meaning of what the other person said.
Song Ning is meeting someone here? What kind of man is he...
He turned his head and was stunned.
Lance crossed his arms and leaned towards the door.
"Sorry, maybe I'm too early?"
He said sorry, but his eyes swept over Duan Kong mercilessly, and the comments that were like real things made Duan Kong's nerves inexplicably tense.
"But Mr. Song's vision doesn't seem very good?"
Duan Kong's face darkened.
Song Ning felt a little guilty.
He wanted to explain that Duan Kong was not of the same nature as Lance, but when the words came to his lips they turned into...
"You're early."
That's not what he meant to say!
Song Ning felt a little annoyed in his heart, but his face was still that of a superior and cold-faced president.
"Indeed, I came early, so did I disturb Mr. Song?"
Lance stepped back. The curtains in the room were not drawn but the lights were on. A light from the ceiling of the entrance corridor shone directly down on him, outlining his deep silhouette.
He stepped back, the light suddenly disappeared, and his figure seemed to disappear as well.
Song Ning's heart tightened and he blurted out.
"No, I like men like you who are punctual."
The hidden figure reappeared with a smile, and Song Ning had no time to think about how ambiguous his words were.
He even breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to look at Duan Kong sternly.
"Doctor Duan, please make an appointment before coming next time. My time is precious."
"But……"
That bitch Jian Qiang didn't even answer my calls!
The tall bodyguard covered Duan Kong's mouth and dragged him out.
The room was filled with silence.
Song Ning felt guilty and didn't know what to say, but Lance was excited and greedily soaked up this second of reunion.
Song Ning is a president after all.
He quickly calmed down and raised his head, his admiration evident in his cold eyes.
"I didn't expect Mr. Lan to be so handsome."
Ok?
Lance was a little surprised; his little prince was rarely so frank and direct when they first met.
The tips of his ears twitched slightly, and a gentle smile tinged on his face as he shook his head.
"Mr. Song is the one."
The combination of this person's voice and gentleness is simply fatal.
Song Ning's heart was beating violently, "Mr. Lan is really good, no wonder Jian Qiang..."
He stopped talking suddenly.
Lance had to fill in the blanks on his own. No wonder Jane Qiang was like that?
No wonder Jian Qiang arranged a blind date for the two of them?
He thought about it for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgement with a smile.
"Well, I have to thank her for that."
If Jianqiang hadn't suddenly rushed in and handed him his business card, he might have met the little prince even later.
Thank you Jane Qiang?
But Song Ning misunderstood.
Looking at Lance's charming expressions and smiles, as well as his pleasant appearance and voice, he became more and more certain of one thing - this man must be a professional, and Jane Qiang must have made arrangements for him to come. He only needed to indulge himself and spend the last moments of his life with this man.
He thought about it in his mind, still a little unsure, so he asked tentatively.
"Did Jian Qiang tell you everything?"
About blind date?
Lance nodded, "I did."
Just say it.
Song Ning thought about it, what has he done now?
Should I just kiss him, or should I unbutton Lance's vaguely visible white shirt with my own hands?
He was still struggling when Lance strode over to him.
"Mr. Song, can you please give me the honor of having a meal together?"
Have a meal?
Song Ning was a little confused. Did their relationship have to start with a meal?
And why did Lance take the initiative?
Shouldn't it be me, the financial sponsor, who should take Lance out to dinner?
But after thinking about it, Song Ning understood.
This was probably what professionalism was all about. It seemed like the other party was more knowledgeable than he thought, and he just needed to enjoy it.
As for the rest, I think Jian Qiang will consciously reimburse these expenses.
Song Ning agreed frankly.
The two bodyguards behind him watched helplessly as their boss was taken away by the doctor they had arranged with, and then taken to a small hotpot restaurant that their boss would never go to.
The only thing that gave them a little comfort was that the doctor at least booked a private room.
"Is this where you want to take me to dinner?"
Song Ning was also a little surprised, and a little confused in his heart.
Didn't Lance do all his homework? He couldn't eat spicy food due to his current illness, let alone hot pot.
And he will reimburse the meal expenses, why did Lance choose this place?
Lance had already ordered the dishes. He looked up and met the confusion in Song Ning's narrow eyes, and an arc flashed in his eyes.
Good and cute.
He treasured this shot, and his deep and sexy voice gently answered Song Ning's questions.
"This restaurant is not ordinary. Its ancestors were very good at making imperial cuisine more than 100 or 200 years ago. It has a hidden mushroom hotpot that few people know about, and it is usually only available during the season."
As for how he knew?
He is a bureaucracy, not a human being. He can easily obtain any information related to data.
Song Ning was relieved. So that's what it was.
He watched Lance call the waiter and patiently explain some details three times, and his heart felt like bubbling out of a spring.
This Lance seems to be really good at it.
At least until now, he felt it was good and there was nothing wrong with it.
Song Ning even felt a little regretful.
He regretted not enjoying this special moment earlier.
Song Ning had long been aware of his illness. It was an incurable disease in modern medicine and no one could cure it even if he was rich.
Death is only a matter of time.
But he didn't have much time left, and today he even wasted several minutes on that useless Duan Kong.
It's really hateful.
"What is Mr. Song thinking about?"
"Think of Duan Kong."
Song Ning looked up in surprise and clearly saw a hint of bitterness in Lance's eyes.
He panicked, "No, that's not what I meant..."
He pretended to stand up, but didn't notice that the hot pot table was much lower than the usual table he ate at.
With a bang, his lower abdomen hit the edge of the table. His pink makeup couldn't hide his pale face.
"careful!"
Lance hurried over, and without thinking, he half-hugged Song Ning and let him lean on his chest. His big hands gently rubbed Song Ning's wound through his clothes as usual.
"Does it still hurt?"
The arms around him were tight and hot, and in his ears was the man's sexy, low, and caring voice. His thin lips even brushed his earlobe, causing Song Ning to tremble slightly.
His abdomen was soothed by the scorching temperature, and he leaned against the man's body and suddenly seemed to melt into a puddle of water.
"No, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Those narrow peach blossom eyes were slightly empty.
Is this the final enjoyment that Jian Qiang talked about? Isn't this too delicious? Can time really not go back?