Chapter 555

"Gudong..."

A woman has long wet hair and scissors. After bathing, her skin is bright and clean. The subtle water droplets are dizzy with the loose men's shirt on her body, depicting a beautiful curve. The bright red lips are slightly opened, and all the fishy sandalwood in her mouth is swallowed.

She showed a pair of slender jade like long legs, graceful and exquisite small feet, bent her knees under her clothes, looked at the condescending man in front of her with seductive eyes, licked the corners of her mouth, blurred like an ignorant deer, attracting people to pity.

"Er Shao..."

Soft and sweet voice, charming like night elf.

"Yes."

Liao Jiangcheng answered softly, looked up and closed his eyes. He had brought Wei handle and song Xintian to Toronto for a few days. He had been busy all kinds of time. It was not easy to be idle. Song Xintian took the initiative to send it, and he accepted it according to the order. As for what idea the woman had in mind

Liao Jiangcheng tilted his lower lip slightly, smiling rather than smiling.

Song Xintian looked at his face carefully and guessed that the gloomy mood of Er Shao had been relieved since he lost his sister. She tried to move her body and sat on his lap, boldly around his neck. Before the word "Er Shao" could be called out, there was a knock at the door.

Liao Jiangcheng also opened his eyes and spoke softly.

Song Xintian panicked and subconsciously pulled her thin clothes.

The man who came in was the guard handle.

At this time, there will be no one else who can come here.

Wei handle obviously didn't expect to see this scene. Although he knew that song Xintian would be with ER Shao... It was embarrassing to witness it with his own eyes. He subconsciously turned around, "sorry, er Shao, I'll go out first."

"No, bring the papers." Liao Jiangcheng reached out to pick it up and didn't care about the soft fragrance in his arms.

Song Xintian was stunned and then stunned. She was also embarrassed. For a moment, her cheeks were as hot as fire.

"Shy?" Liao Jiangcheng's always mellow voice was nothing special, and he didn't push her away. He opened the document in this posture and reviewed it carefully. When Guan Wei handle asked for a pen to sign, song Xintian consciously avoided from his arms.

She gathered her long hair and covered her clothes. "I won't disturb you."

"Going?"

Song Xintian stepped in and glanced at Liao Jiangcheng's open skirt and trousers. He immediately understood everything and hurriedly leaned over to tidy up.

Liao Jiangcheng didn't move. It can be said that the whole process before him didn't move. He didn't even lift his arm. Song Xintian was independent in the whole process.

It's like someone who has been "hungry" for a long time when he is feeding. Just open his mouth and enjoy it. There's no reason not to eat.

In this regard, Liao Jiangcheng doesn't want to aggrieve himself.

He doesn't have so much attention and rules.

Otherwise, will he really become a monk for more than 30 years?

The guard handle stood aside. It wasn't good to see it. If you didn't see it, you'd have long eyes. You can only lower your head if you're uncomfortable.

Song Xin's sweet red face could bleed. She hurriedly covered her face and ran out of the room.

Liao Jiangcheng looked through the last document in his hand as if nothing had happened. He took a cigarette in the cigarette box, lit it and took a deep breath. He said, "there's a problem. Take it back and deal with it. After that, there's no need to report to me for the time being. It's all to deputy general manager Shen."

"OK, I'll contact vice president Shen now." The guard handle looked at his watch. It was just the afternoon in China. For a moment, he thought again, "however, er Shao, I know you must have consideration, but if the company doesn't care so much, I'm afraid..."

Liao Jiangcheng's eyes were stained with smoke, "what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid there are Mr. Zuo, Mr. Ji, Mr. Xi... And Su Yimo. These people can't be underestimated."

"The first one is right, and the latter one is saved."

Wei Yi thought about it carefully. He felt that this was also right. The only one who could compete with Liao Jiangcheng was Zuo Zhan. The others were not incompetent or weak. Liao Jiangcheng simply ignored it. He was good at distinguishing between advantages and disadvantages and only fought with certainty. He had dealt with Ji Fang a few years ago and had already ended in a draw. As for Xi Yan, Yu Gong had almost no intersection, Yu private... Liao Jiangcheng doesn't want to touch him for the time being.

Or, it's not time to touch him.

Finally, there is a su Yimo left.

Now as long as Liao Jiangcheng heard the name and thought of the man, he was full of anger and couldn't stop surging up. He rubbed his hand against the center of his eyebrows, "find him, deal with it clean and don't leave future trouble."

Finally, patience ran out.

Su Yimo, it's time to die.

"I know, but I haven't found anyone yet. He should be hiding." Wei Yi said.

"If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. Isn't sy group still there? He will appear sooner or later."

Wei handle finally realized that no wonder Liao Jiangcheng had never moved the sy group founded by Su Yimo. The original intention was here.

Liao Jiangcheng can't be blamed for his vicious nature. He has a hunch that letting Su Yimo go this time is to let the tiger go back to the mountain. Sooner or later, the boy will make a comeback.

Whether to uproot or wait and see.

Let's respond to changes with invariance first.

"First of all, what about her? How's it going?" Liao Jiangcheng collected his thoughts and flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers.

Wei handle said, "the operation was completed and very successful. She didn't wake up, and her comprehensive physical examination was not very good and had no resistance. The doctor suggested taking advantage of the opportunity of isolating the bacteria warehouse to make an overall treatment."

"Well, listen to the doctor."

Liao Jiangcheng held his chin and meditated for a while, put out the smoke, got up, stroked the skirt of his clothes, and fished out a suit on the rack.

Aseptic wards equipped with various precision instruments.

Under various therapeutic drugs, people wearing oxygen masks on their beds are unconscious.

A stack of medical records overlapped on paper and did not sink in his hand, but Liao Jiangcheng felt stuffy.

How can you find out so many diseases, big and small, light and heavy... How can you be so young.

He shook his head with a tight frown and handed back the medical record to the attending doctor, "take care of it this time, but take some medicine carefully. She also suffers from congenital coagulation disorder."

"We know, Mr. Liao."

“Just gonna stand……”

A slightly fatter middle-aged female nurse, wearing headphones and humming songs, sorted out the disinfection deputy and entered the ward.

Liao Jiangcheng's cold eyes sank.

"This is a professional nurse, because the patient has not regained self-consciousness and needs regular body cleaning..." the doctor explained.

Because I came in a hurry this time. Although the hospitals were arranged in advance and all kinds of equipment were funded by Liao Jiangcheng's personal account, the staffing was somewhat not considerate.

"The nurse... Cleaned it a few days ago?" He asked.

The doctor spoke in an English accent, "I don't know. They are all on shifts, but here is the VIP ward, and the nursing workers are the best. Please rest assured, Mr. Liao."

don 't worry? How can he rest assured.

At the sight of that woman, she was careless and worked while humming

Seeing the fat woman lift up her thin quilt and expose her snow-white skin, Liao Jiangcheng didn't think about it. He directly changed his disinfection clothes and replaced the fat woman. He stood by the bed with his hands around his chest and looked at her in a coma.

He has little experience in serving people.

The heart struggled a little, just a little, if it was her

It's just her.

Liao Jiangcheng took a deep breath, leaned over, picked up the warm towel and opened the quilt, but in a moment, his body froze.

Mingming is still sleeping. Mingming's face is very pale. Mingming has no consciousness, but... This beautiful body, this delicate skin, the feel like grease jade, and the even breathing sound even wearing an oxygen mask

Everything was like a magic spell, which rang through his brain, and the blood of his whole body was boiling.

Liao Jiangcheng has an impulse to slap himself.

When is he free? What does he think.

I haven't seen any beautiful women like flowers and jade in my life. He has never stood in front of him in a naked queue. He is in his thirties and looks like a hairy boy. What a fucking shame!

But he can't go on.

Three or two times pulled the quilt to wrap it tightly for her, turned and stepped out of the ward, and dialed the phone.