Chapter 212

On the way to sun Zhenzhen's apartment.

Zhou Hua drives the car seriously and says with a smile: "in fact, the president is cold outside and hot inside. After a long time, you will know that the person is very good."

Looking at Muqiqi outside the window, he was a little stunned. What does Zhou special help mean?

She turned around and explained anxiously: "Zhou te helps you not to misunderstand, Mr. Mo and I don't need to explain to me. I'm just an employee who does everything according to orders. As for the president's emotional affairs, it's your own business." Zhou huatou looked in the rearview mirror at Muqiqi's red face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was deeper.

Muqiqi is embarrassed. Turn to the window again.

There is some chagrin in her heart. What can she explain? She had nothing to do with Moyan Jue.

That's not to say that the darker the description, the more unnecessary it is?

·······In the hospital.

As soon as song Qingyun got off the operation, he was shouted by the nurse. "Dr. Song, young Yang is here. After a while, you can go and have a look."

The reason why the little nurse was a little nervous was that there was a banging sound coming out of doctor song's office, for fear that young master Yang, who could not be provoked, might have thrown something in doctor song's room.

Song Qingyun frowned and said softly, "OK, I know. Go ahead and do it."

"Good." The nurse hurried away. Song Qingyun's face sank and he strode toward his office.

The office door opened and song Qingyun was stunned.

Is this still his office?

All the things that could not be broken were thrown to the ground, and the founder of the disaster scene was leaning on the chair behind his desk and playing with his mobile phone, as if all the mess in the room had nothing to do with him.

"Yang Yilin!" Song Qingyun seldom gets angry, but his voice is obviously angry.

Yang Yilin, playing with his mobile phone, glanced at him heartlessly. "Come back, wait for me, wait for me to kill this fool."

Song Qingyun walked in, gave him a bad look, didn't speak, and quietly cleaned up the mess on the ground.

After his game over, song Qingyun silently restored the office to its original appearance. Then he stared at him calmly, "where is that woman getting angry again? She has come to me to let it go?"

Yang Yilin looked at the clean new office and smiled, "I know Brother Yun is the most considerate. I don't know what I will say if I make a mistake."

Song Qingyun snorted, "let's get down to business!"

Pitifully, she stretched out her injured arm. "Ah, it seems to be broken."

"Can I play games when I'm broken?" Song Qingyun said angrily, reaching for his extended arm.

After listening to the bang bang, Yang Yilin cried and howled, arm street.

Yang Yilin's face was full of joy when he shook his arm. "Hey, God, Brother Yun, you are really good at this skill!"

"Next time, pay attention. Next time, I dislocated it in the direct operating room."

Yang Yilin was not happy to hear this. He immediately explained, "I was hit by someone, not in bed..."

"OK, don't explain to me. I'm busy with you. Why don't you do it now? Just remember to take more protective measures next time, and then let the woman hit you with blue nose and swollen face. I guess you won't go out for several months."

When it comes to this, Yang Yilin is angry.

That dead woman, had better not let him meet again, meet again next time, promise to kill her!