Chapter 130: Director’s House 2
Chiang Ying opened the door and saw three young, beautiful girls standing outside.
All three girls had long, flowing hair, wore fashionable winter fur hats, short skirts, and leg-hugging pants. Two of them had brightly colored down jackets, and one wore a white cashmere short coat.
During the New Year period, who wouldn’t dress up beautifully? All three girls had their eyebrows drawn and lipstick applied. At this thought, Chiang Ying came back to her senses, thinking of The Three Musketeers in the living room, Mingming was handsome, but today he didn’t seem to dress up much.
“Are you from our hospital?” Chiang Ying asked the guests, clearly unfamiliar with the three girls in front of her.
“Yes. We’ve come to pay a New Year’s visit to President Wu, Teacher Chiang,” said the lead girl. “Director Zhao was busy, so he sent us to bring something to President Wu on his behalf.”
“Are you from Director Zhao’s department?” Chiang Ying continued in response to the other’s statement.
“I’m Zhang Xiaohui, and these two are Shen Xifei and Huang Beibei,” said Zhang Xiaohui.
Shen Xifei was eager to continue, “Teacher Chiang, Zhang Xiaohui is now Director Zhao’s postgraduate student in the Cardiology Department, the one who will stay in the Cardiology Department in the future. Huang Beibei and I are postgraduates in Gynecology and Hematology; we will work hard to stay at the hospital.”
Meanwhile, Huang Beibei also began to establish a connection, “Teacher Chiang, I don’t know if you remember, but all three of us were once students in the Medical College Art Troupe. You came to give us dance guidance in the Troupe before.”
Chiang Ying was a dance teacher at the National Conservatory of Music.
With such an introduction from the other party, Chiang Ying tried hard to recall her impressions of these girls; there might have been a bit, “It seems—” With that, she stepped aside from the doorway to let the three young ladies into her home. Anyway, since they said they were from Director Zhao’s group, and Director Zhao of the Cardiology Department was a former student of her husband and had a good relationship with him.
Once Zhang Xiaohui and the others entered the living room and saw The Three Musketeers packing dumplings, they were instantly thrilled.
“It’s actually them,” Shen Xifei exchanged glances with the others.
This was truly unexpected for them; it was not easy to find an opportunity to talk and get close to The Three Musketeers normally.
“Have a seat,” Chiang Ying said to them, “Help yourselves to chairs and stools.”
Zhang Xiaohui and the others took small stools to sit down on, but dared not really approach Cao Yong and the other two.
Chiang Ying, busy returning to the kitchen, looked back and asked Zhu Huicang, “Why didn’t your wife come?”
“She’s on duty today; she said she would come over tomorrow to pay a New Year’s visit,” Zhu Huicang, intently making dumplings without lifting his head, was unaware of who had arrived.
“You’ve been married for a year now, right? About to have a child. What about them?” Chiang Ying turned to ask about the love life of the two bachelors.
“There’s not even a hint,” Ren Chongda, the candid man, answered swiftly.
“No hint, so start looking,” Chiang Ying retorted, “Good people with no shortcomings, how can they not find a partner? Isn’t that a joke? Why didn’t you dress up better today?”
Ren Chongda, the straightforward man, continued bluntly: “President Wu’s home is like our own, it’s just eating dumplings, not going on stage, no need to dress up.”
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohui and the others’ faces stiffened a bit. In comparison, was their attire for visiting the President’s house perhaps a bit too much?
Across from her, Chiang Ying heard Ren Chongda’s candid remark and laughed, “Old Wu must be thrilled, right, just like your own home. Actually, you must have someone you like, right? I can tell. Take Cao Yong for example, he went abroad for three years, and everyone thought he might bring back a foreign girl.”