When Ruan Su came to the table after washing up, he saw a box of 999 cold spirits on the table.

She froze for a moment and sat down at the dining table, and heard Bo Xingzhi's low voice sound, "I just delivered the medicine from the takeaway. Wait for a pack of soaks."

Ruan Su nodded, feeling a little warm.

In fact, she felt that due to her physical fitness, it was just a little cold, and she didn't need medicine at all.

Song Yan brought out a hot cage of Xiaolongbao, "The breakfast cooked in the restaurant this morning was not bad. This Xiaolongbao is made of mushrooms and big meat."

Bo Xingzhi hooked his lips and clipped one to Ruan Su, "Taste it."

Ruan Su glanced sideways at him. The man was wearing a shirt and trousers, with his long legs cocked, his left leg on his right, and a breakfast cup in his hand.

The buttons of the shirt were neatly buttoned, and the top button was also buttoned, and his male hormones seemed to be buttoned there too.

His facial features shrouded in the morning sun are handsome and dusty, and his movements are elegant and delicate, as if every arc of the movement reveals a breath of abstinence and seductiveness.

Ruan Su retracted his gaze, his heart skipped for a beat.

After eating breakfast, the three set out for the hospital, and prepared a few gifts and flowers while on the way.

*

Inside the hospital, in the general ward.

Xie Jinyan was sitting in a chair and cutting apples for Xie Yuan.

Mrs. Xie and Li Zhuoyan came in carrying lunch boxes together, "The hospital's sick number meals are not bad, after all, it is a big hospital."

Li Zhuoyan put the red bean bag in her hand on the table. Today, she wears a high ponytail, which is cute and playful.

I wore a yellow dress inside and a white coat outside.

She is about 163, not particularly tall, but the proportions are good.

Stepped on a pair of little Martin boots, dressed up youthful and super cute.

Maybe because of the busyness recently, the cheeks are a little thin, and the combination of the five senses makes people feel super durable and comfortable. People can't bear to look away.

She rarely puts on makeup, only a light lip gloss, and the collagen on her face is amazing.

Xie Jinyan peeled the apple and cut it into pieces. "Yanyan, do you eat fruit?"

Li Zhuoyan shook her head, "I just ate a little breakfast in the restaurant. This is for goddad and you."

Mrs. Xie took Li Zhuoyan's hand, "This kid has recently followed you in the capital to lose weight and eat so little." As she said, she looked at Xie Yuan on the hospital bed, "Did the president say where we live? ?"

Xie Yuan looked at the phone and found the address sent to him by Wang Tezhu, "Where else can I live, it must be the compound, not far from the hospital."

To live in the local compound, you still need to check in, all of which will have to wait for him to leave the hospital.

"That's good." Mrs. Xie sighed, "When we come back to live in, Godmother will give you a good health care and raise you to be fat, which is too thin."

"Thank you godmother." Li Zhuoyan was very moved. She opened her mouth and said after hesitating, "The Piano Association sent me WeChat to inform me to go to the meeting at ten o'clock. Godmother, godfather, I'll go first."

"Ayan, you can send Yanyan over." Madam Xie said quickly, "You are young and get along well with the people in the association. If someone dares to bully you, you remember to tell your godmother and your brother, you know?"

Li Zhuoyan smiled softly, "No one bullies me."

Xie Jinyan took her directly out of the ward and to the underground parking lot.

The car headed towards the Beijing Piano Association, and Li Zhuoyan lowered her head and was not in the mood to look at the scenery outside the window.

Xie Jinyan sensitively noticed the change in her mood, "What's wrong? Did Mrs. Xie bully you? Did you wear small shoes?"

Since the last time they asked Mrs. Tang to help Xie Yuan with contacts, Mrs. Tang has always mocked her. Dissatisfaction with her was revealed in secret, and those in the Piano Association were originally a group of wise men.

Normally, Mrs. Tang, the president of the club, was slapped and slapped.

She sighed silently in her heart. If Brother Yan knew, he would definitely ask Mrs. Tang to support her with his temper.

The Tang family's power in the capital was mixed, and the Xie family was very kind to her. She didn't want to hurt the Xie family because of her own little things.

Therefore, she reluctantly smiled, "It's okay, I'm a small member, and I don't usually see her."

She was originally in the Jiangcheng Piano Association, but when she came to Beijing some time ago, it happened that the Jiangcheng Piano Association was preparing to hold a concert with the Beijing Association.

She was about to come to Beijing again, and the president of the Jiangcheng Piano Association handed it over to her to connect with the Beijing Piano Association.

Recently, she has been in contact with both ends. Although she is not tired, she just feels tired. Almost many of the cooperative copywritings and opinions she submitted were rejected by Mrs. Tang.

Soon I arrived at the door of the Piano Association. Li Zhuoyan got out of the car and waved to Xie Jinyan, "Brother Yan drove slower, I'm going in."

"Call if something is going on." Xie Jinyan looked at the girl's back, always thinking that she had something on her mind.

Li Zhuoyan entered the elevator and pressed the 13th floor, which is the floor where the Piano Association is located.

Soon the elevator arrived. As soon as she stepped on the 13th floor, she saw Xiaoli, the receptionist at the front desk, chatting with another receptionist's head in a low voice.

"Hey, I'm going to participate in the Galerie competition. This is an international competition, and it is super difficult to win. Our association has not won the prize for three consecutive years. It has been brushed down every year, especially the composition award, there is no award at all. People have gotten it. Composing requires real musical talent."

"Yeah, yes, for playing the piano, what you need is technique and talent. This one won't get the first prize, but at any rate it can get a second prize. But composition is too difficult. Without that creative talent, let's forget it. ."

"One by one, they shivered and reported various competitions, but no one reported this composition award competition."

"But if you don't report it, it would be too embarrassing. Our Beijing Piano Association represents the entire H Empire. I don't know what Tang will be so angry."

Li Zhuoyan couldn't help but feel a bad premonition when they heard the two of them whispered.

Sure enough, when she came to the conference room, she found that the entire conference room was almost full.

She quickly found a corner position and sat down.

Mrs. Tang sat in the first place, glanced at Li Zhuoyan sternly, and then looked at the time again, "We have five minutes to meet. Everyone can take a look at the meeting process first."

Li Zhuoyan shrank her position to minimize her sense of existence.

She is not bad at composing, but... she doesn't like to show her face, the feeling makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Especially since she has no self-confidence, she feels that her level is not worth mentioning compared with those in the world.

So... she didn't want to be noticed by Mrs. Tang at all.

If you decide not to report any projects, you will be a green leaf.

From time to time, I heard the voices of members of the association whispering discussions next to me.

"Hey, what project are you applying for?"

"It must be the piano!"

"Are you going to report classical music?"

"I'm classical."

"Then I will report to Hyundai."

"We are playing the piano, not creating. The president has to introduce this year to participate in the competition for the composition award...and too..."

"The ghost knows what she is thinking, as long as that person is not me, it would be a shame to go there! Why report it!"

As several people were discussing, Mrs. Tang's voice sounded again, "Be quiet, let's have a meeting below."

The whole meeting room suddenly became quiet.

"Presumably everyone already knows that our Beijing Piano Association has been at a disadvantage every year in participating in the impact of the Griffith Awards, especially in the area of ​​creation, which is our weakness. If we don't submit the composition award again this year, we will definitely Will be ridiculed by other overseas countries."

"As the president of the Piano Association, I am very sad. Next... I announce that Charlene Lee members will participate in the registration of the composition award. Charlene Lee, you'd better send the music to the organizer and judges of the Galerie Awards within a week. "

As soon as Mrs. Tang spoke, the entire conference room was shocked instantly, as if it had been fried.

"Oh my God! The president directly named that little girl Jiangcheng!"

"It's ridiculous, what talent can a girl from a small place like Jiangcheng have, it will be ashamed by that time."

"The awards we signed up for, not the first prize, but also the second and third prizes. It's better than getting nothing ashamed."

Li Zhuoyan was sitting in her seat with a pale face. She didn't expect that Madam Tang would be so excessive and directly forced her to sign up.

She waited for a while before speaking slowly, "Chairman Tang...I don't want to report."

"This is the result of the unanimous negotiation of all the leadership of the association. Everyone has selected other projects in advance, but you have not selected any reports. Li Zhuoyan, do you want to win glory for the country? Your mental consciousness is too backward." Tang The lady said with a displeased face, "This matter is so decided, and you can't tolerate any objections."

"But..." Li Zhuoyan wanted to say something, so she was interrupted by Tang Wanrou. "Miss Li, my mother is also for your own good. I will give you a chance. You have to take it well! If you really get any awards then , Don’t forget my mom’s support for you today."

"Miss Tang, what are you kidding? Just rely on her? It must be the last one."

"Can someone from a small place like Jiangcheng win a prize? Haha—"

"Forget it, she won't get the prize, and it's not us who is ashamed."

Madam Tang smiled dignifiedly, "Li Zhuoyan, you are still young, but this time you can't win the prize. If you look back and work hard, you should be able to get it."

It seems that Li Zhuoyan will come back with great humiliation when the time comes.

A little girl thought she would really go to heaven after knowing Ruan Su for a few days?

Ask her to help Ruan Su agree to accept her daughter as a disciple, but she refused.

See how you rub her.

At 8 o’clock this evening, Migu is reading a big red envelope~~~~ Hurry up and grab it~~