Chapter 130
As soon as Jiang Ying opened the door, three beautiful young girls stood outside.
The three girls were all wearing long, wavy hair, trendy winter fleece hats, miniskirts, and leggings. One had a white cashmere jacket, and the other two had brightly coloured down jackets.
During the Chinese New Year, who didn’t dress up beautifully? All three girls had painted their eyebrows and lipstick. Thinking of this, Jiang Ying came back to think about the three musketeers in the living room. They were obviously handsome, but they didn’t dress up very much today.
“Are you from our hospital?” asked Jiang Ying, as if she were unfamiliar with the three girls.
“Yes. We are here to pay New Year’s greetings to Dean Wu, Teacher Jiang.” The leading girl said, “Director Zhao isn’t available, let us deliver things to Dean Wu instead.”
“Are you in Director Zhao’s department?” Jiang Ying followed the other party’s words.
“I am Zhang Xiaohui, and the two of them are Shen Xifei and Huang Beibei,” said Zhang.
Shen Xifei hurriedly went down and said, “Teacher Jiang, Zhang Xiaohui is now a graduate student of Director Zhao in the Department of Cardiology, and she will stay in the Department of Cardiology in the future. Huang Beibei and I are graduate students of the Department of Gynecology and Hematology, and we will work hard to stay in the hospital.”
At the same time, Huang Beibei also began to pull ties. “I don’t know if Teacher Jiang remembers us. We used to be members in the art troupe of the School of Medicine. Teacher Jiang came to the art troupe to guide us in dancing back then.”
Jiang Ying was a dance teacher at the National Conservatory of Music.
When the other party introduced herself like this, Jiang Ying tried hard to recall her impressions of these girls, but maybe it was a little bit. “It seems to be—”
As she spoke, she opened the door and let the three girls enter her home. Anyway, the other party said that she was Director Zhao’s person.
Director Zhao of the Department of Cardiology used to be her husband’s student and had a good relationship with her husband.
Zhang Xiaohui and the others entered the living room three times, and they were pleasantly surprised when they saw the Three Musketeers who were making dumplings.
“It was actually them,” Shen Xifei made eye contact with the other two.
It was so unexpected for them that it was almost impossible to find opportunities to talk to the Musketeers.
“Sit down,” said Jiang Ying to the three of them. “Move your own chair and stool.”
Zhang Xiaohui and her friends moved the small bench to sit down, but they didn’t dare to come in front of Cao Yong and his old classmates.
Jiang Ying, who was busy in the kitchen, turned around and asked Zhu Huicang, “Why didn’t your wife come?”
“She’s on duty today, and she said she’ll come over tomorrow to pay New Year’s greetings.” Zhu Huicang answered timidly while he was making dumplings. He didn’t look up, so he didn’t know who had come.
“You’ve been married for a year, and you’re about to have children. What about them?” Jiang Ying turned her head to ask questions about the subjects of the two bachelors.
“Nothing is in sight yet,” said Ren Chongda, who was honest.
“You didn’t even look for one.” Jiang Ying said back to him, “You are a good person with no flaws, why can’t you find a partner? Isn’t this a joke? Why don’t you dress better today?”
Ren Chongda, a straightforward man, continued to say straightforwardly, “Dean Wu’s house is like my own home. I’m here to eat dumplings, not to perform; there’s no need.”
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohui and their three faces were a bit stiff. In contrast, they came to Dean Wu’s house to give New Year’s greetings while rather being overdressed?
Opposite Jiang Ying heard Ren Chongda’s candid smile. “My old Wu will be happy with your words. Yes, like your own home. Actually you have your own taste, right? I can see it. Just like Cao Yong, after going abroad for three years, everyone thought that he might bring a foreign girl back.”
