The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love

In the afternoon, the medical school was silent.

As soon as Gu Qingning arrived at the research room, Mr. Yin came to find him.

Unexpectedly, she was not seen.

The old man turned his gaze to the man sitting on the sofa, and walked over slowly, "Why are you alone, where is Xiao Ning?"

Fu Juncheng said, "Go to the medicine field to get some herbs."

Mr. Yin sat down opposite him, glanced at the computer on his lap, and smiled, "When did this become your office?"

Since Xiao Ning often came to the medical school, he came here frequently.

Hearing the ridicule in his words, Fu Juncheng looked up indifferently, and looked up at him, "Are you busy recently?"

Mr. Yin narrowed his sharp eyes, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, "I want to relax, otherwise, let Xiao Ning inherit the medical school, and I can retire early, and if you have children in the future, I will take care of them for you. "

Look at this abacus.

It's killing two birds with one stone.

Fortunately, Mr. Fu is not here. If he hears that someone wants to rob him of his great-grandson, he has to jump up and fight him.

Fu Juncheng's fingers tapping on the keyboard paused, his head didn't lift up, his black eyes turned slightly, and an unfathomable light shone.

After pondering for a moment, he spat out three words like gold, "Inappropriate."

Old Man Yin frowned, "Why isn't it appropriate?"

Although he was just testing his tone, he didn't expect him to directly say that it was inappropriate.

Fu Juncheng's low voice was unhurried, "Ningning hasn't graduated yet, and she likes to be free rather than restrained."

The folds on Mr. Yin's forehead were almost twisted into a ball, and he looked at Fu Juncheng with more inquiring eyes.

"Is that why?"

Fu Juncheng raised his eyes lightly, and he twitched the corners of his lips against the suspicion in Mr. Shang Yin's eyes, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Ning Ning if he would like to take over the position of dean."

Seeing his determined look, Mr. Yin showed embarrassment, "I'm not asking her to take this position right now."

Qing Ning is his only apprentice. He is extremely talented in medicine, and he has nothing to say about his work style. He can be said to be the best candidate for the successor of the medical school.

He also guessed that if Qing Ning was asked to take over the position of dean now, she would definitely refuse, so he came to ask for his opinion.

Fu Juncheng laughed casually, "I don't think there is much hope in the future."

Hearing this, Old Man Yin stared at him with wide eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

He finally looked forward to the stars and the moon to receive a perfect apprentice, and he believed her to be his heir.

Fu Juncheng turned his gaze back to the computer, and tapped the keyboard lazily with his slender fingers, "It's okay to be an apprentice, but it's fine to be an heir."

He knows how lazy his little lion is. Even the company he founded is left to Yao Cheng and the others to manage, and she hides behind the scenes as a shopkeeper, not to mention the hot potato of the medical school.

Mr. Yin suddenly felt uncertain, and leaned forward, "Did Xiao Ning tell you something?"

What does it mean to be the heir? Does Xiao Ning not intend to inherit his position? Is that what you mean?

Fu Juncheng said, "No."

"Then what you said just now..."

"I know her."

Only four words left old man Yin speechless for a moment.

His wise eyes took a deep look at Fu Juncheng, and he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

The atmosphere of silence spread in the research room. Fu Juncheng raised his head and glanced at the person facing him, then softened his voice, "You can consider other candidates. There are many good seedlings in the medical school."

Old Man Yin looked at him and snorted, "How can you compare to Xiao Ning?"

He stood up, with a depressed face, and turned to leave.

"etc."

Mr. Yin turned his head to look at Fu Juncheng, "What else is there for you, kid?"

Fu Juncheng picked up the gift box on the side and put it on the table, "I brought you two bottles of wine."

Hearing that there was wine, Mr. Yin's eyes instantly brightened, and the depression on his face dissipated a lot in an instant.

"If you are serious, remember to bring a few more bottles when you come down." Mr. Fu picked up the gift box and left humming a little tune.

It's true that the older you get, the more childish you become.

Fu Juncheng smiled helplessly and continued to correct the documents.

After a long time, Gu Qingning came back with a basket.

She put the basket of medicinal herbs on the table, and noticed that the gift box she brought was missing, she asked casually, "Master has come?"

"Well, I just left for a while." Fu Juncheng put the computer on the table, "Come here."

Gu Qingning was about to put on her white coat, when she heard him calling her, she put the white coat back on the coat rack and walked towards him.

As soon as he approached, he was pulled to sit beside him.

Fu Juncheng picked up the cup and handed it to her, "Have some tea."

Gu Qingning reached out to take it, the tea was a little hot, she sipped it in small sips, "Why did Master leave so soon?"

Fu Juncheng put his arms around her waist, and said lazily, "He mentioned to me about letting you be the heir of the medical school."

Gu Qingning was taken aback.

She put the teacup back on the table, turned to look at him with doubts in her eyes, "Heir?"

How did you bring this up so well?

Fu Juncheng nodded, and told her what he had just talked to Mr. Yin.

After hearing this, Gu Qingning couldn't help laughing out loud.

Bringing up their children, this old man thinks too far.

But she really has no interest in the matter of the heir.

Her clear eyes were filled with a bright smile, and she joked, "I'm so lazy, aren't you afraid that I'll make you poor?"

Fu Juncheng smiled, and kissed those rosy lips.

Kiss, short and gentle.

"Don't worry, my wife saved it for you, you can eat whatever you want."

Gu Qingning looked at his deep black eyes, and there was a lingering smile in the depths...

She seemed to be getting more and more used to him and lazy.

Gu Qingning raised her hand to cover his eyes, her tone pretended to be fierce, "Don't laugh, it's too attractive."

Fu Juncheng laughed dumbfounded, and let her cover her eyes, "Did that recruit you?"

Gu Qingning said, "That's not true."

"It seems that my cultivation is still not enough, then I will practice again."

The man's voice was low and magnetic, and when he laughed, it was even more deceptive.

Fu Juncheng raised his hand to hold her wrist, bullied her and pressed her on the sofa, touching her forehead, "Why don't you teach me, huh?"

The thin lips opened and closed, all the warm breath sprayed on her face, and Gu Qingning's curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

"What to teach, how can I have this ability."

Fu Juncheng said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, you can easily recruit me just by standing in front of me."

Gu Qingning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and complained bluntly, "That's because your self-control is too weak."

"Then help me improve my self-control." As he spoke, the man's thin lips moved to her shiny earlobe, nibbling gently.