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On the way to sun Zhenzhen's apartment.

Zhou Hua drove the car seriously and said with a smile, "in fact, the president is cold outside and hot inside. You will know after a long time that the person is very good."

Looking out of the window, Mu Qiqi is slightly stunned. What does Zhou te Zhu mean by this?

She turned around and explained anxiously: "Zhou te, please don't misunderstand me. Mr. Mo and I are ····"

"Miss Mu doesn't need to explain to me. I'm just an employee who works according to orders. As for the emotional affairs of the president, it's your own business." Zhou Hua looked through the rearview mirror at Muqiqi's red face, and his smile deepened a little bit.

Mu Qiqi embarrassment, again face to the window.

There was some chagrin in her heart. What could she explain? She had nothing to do with Mo Yan Jue.

Is it unnecessary to say that the more black the description is?

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in the hospital.

Song Qingyun just under the operation was called out by the little nurse, "Dr. Song, Yang Shao is here. You have a moment, please go and have a look."

The reason why the little nurse looked nervous was that there was a clattering sound coming out of Dr. Song's office. He was afraid that the unwelcome young master had thrown something in Dr. Song's room.

Song Qingyun frowned and his voice was warm and moist: "OK, I know. You go to be busy first."

"Good." The little nurse walked away in a hurry. Song Qingyun's face sank and strode towards his office.

When the office door opened, song Qingyun was stunned.

Is this still his office?

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

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

Playing with the mobile phone Yang Yilin heartless glance at him, "come back, wait for me, wait for me to kill this fool."

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

After his game over, song Qingyun quietly restored the office to its original appearance. Then calmly staring at him, "where did that woman get angry and run to me to vent her anger?"

Yang Yilin looked at the clean and tidy new office with a guilty smile. "I knew Brother Yun was the most considerate. I thought I had made a mistake and would not say anything about me."

Song Qingyun snorted coldly, "say business!"

Pathetic put the injured arm in the past, "Nah, it seems to be broken."

"Can I play games when I'm broken?" Song Qingyun said without a good breath, while reaching out to touch his extended arm.

After listening to a bang, Yang Yilin wails and howls in his voice, and his arm is on the street.

Yang Yilin's face was full of joy when he shook the arm that had been connected. "Hey, God, Brother Yun, your skill is really good!"

"Be careful next time. We'll dislocate next time. We'll go to the operating room."

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

"OK, please don't explain to me. I'm busy here. You should do what you should do. Just remember to take more protective measures next time, and let the woman get black and blue. It's estimated that you won't go out in a few months."

At this point, Yang Yilin was not angry.

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

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