Time flies.

The weather is getting cooler and winter is here in a blink of an eye.

Nan Song finished filming the crew of "Two Flowers" and returned to the company non-stop, busy working on the second series of the "Don't Lose, Don't Forget" project.

On Yan Yuan's side, under the careful care of Su Yin, Yun Hai and others, he recovered quickly. He has already started rehabilitation and tried to walk around.

Nan Song was so busy that he never had time to see him.

"That's pretty much it. Please summarize what I just said and inform all departments."

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu closed their notebooks, responded in unison, and left.

After another long night, Nan Song was very sleepy and looked full of exhaustion.

Looking at the mountain of work, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to.

Taking a sip of coffee to refresh herself, Nan Song casually pulled back her hair a few times, thinking of using something to tie it up. When she opened the drawer, she saw the wooden hairpin.

She looked at it, her eyes paused slightly.

This wooden hairpin always seemed to appear within her reach, and she could see it inadvertently.

After these few months, the color of the wooden hairpin seems to be a little darker, showing the traces of time.

Looking at it now, it really looks like an antique that has experienced the changes of the times.

Nan Song sighed imperceptibly, picked up the wooden hairpin, inserted his hair into it, and tied it firmly behind his head.

After working for a while, there was a knock on the door.

He Zhao came over and reported: "Mr. Nan, Mr. Fu is here."

Fu Yu?

Nan Song raised his head and said calmly: "Let him come in."

"Beauty, did you miss me?"

When Fu Yu walked into the Yu family, he attracted a group of girls to watch. After all, he is really handsome, and after half a year, Fu Yu's temperament has matured a lot.

However, as soon as he appeared in front of Nan Song, he still looked like a carefree and carefree young man.

Nan Song also put away her sophistication in front of others and told him bluntly - "I don't want to."

"Tsk, you're so heartless, why don't you try to trick me."

Fu Yu came up with a smile and handed over the flower in his hand, "Here, it's for you."

Nan Song turned her head and glanced, "I'm not your mother, why did you give me carnations?"

Apart from Fu Yu, the only person who can do such a thing is Yu...Jin Wen, a straight man who gives carnations to women when they meet.

Fu Yu tilted his long legs and leaned on Nan Song's desk, "Originally I was going to the hospital to visit the patients, but then I felt it was unnecessary, so I brought it to you."

Nan Song understood immediately after hearing this, "Have you gone to see Yan Yuan at the Chinese Medicine Clinic?"

Now that you have brought the flowers, you cannot throw them away casually. Nan Song has always been a lover of flowers. He stood up, replaced the water in the vase, and inserted the flowers into it.

She casually took a pair of small scissors and started pruning the branches and leaves of the flowers, and her deep-rooted flower arrangement skills began to come online.

Fu Yu was not in a high mood and said quietly: "There's no need for me to visit. I think Su Yin takes good care of her. All she has to do is take care of her with her own hands."

This is not the right tone.

Nan Song raised his head from the flower and glanced at Fu Yu, "What, are you jealous?"

Fu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, "Who, who, who is jealous? Can't this word be used casually?"

The reaction was so strong, and he said he was not jealous.

Nan Song looked at Fu Yu who had jealousy written all over his face, rolled his eyes at him, was too lazy to talk to him, and continued pruning the flowers.

"I'm really not jealous!"

Fu Yu frowned and said, "Su Yin is not my girlfriend, why should I be jealous? She can take care of whoever she wants to take care of."

Nan Song nodded, "Well, that's a good point. Otherwise, I would have thought that you had something to do with Su Yin."
Chapter completed!