The next morning, Shang Rong received a call from Gu ChunYàn while having a secret conversation with Yang Jun in the entertainment city. You have to remember what I said.Shang Rong warned before hanging up the phone.
Have you arranged the few people I asked you to find?Shang Rong turned around and asked Yang Jun.
They were all waiting there, and I had already told them that I would not say anything after entering the door, and that turtle bastard I was going to beat was looking for teeth.The camera is ready.
Shang Rong showed a cold smile on his face, reminding Yang Jun: But you should pay attention to your sense of justice, mainly to humiliate him psychologically. I don’t want to bear a criminal case.
Yang Jun laughed and said: Just be calm, I asked them to greet the boy's face more, so that he could not see anyone when he went out. This bastard dared to touch the boss's woman.
Afterwards, you arranged for those people to hide for a while, but I'm sure this matter will be settled in a few days.Shang Rong said leisurely, smoking a cigarette.
At the same time, the broken van on the map was parked at the gate of the Municipal People's Hospital. He was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, staring at everyone walking into the gate, comparing them with the photos in his mind.
However, an hour passed and I still didn't see that person.
Is the news about that woman unreliable?
The map cursed and spitted out the car window. When he looked up, he saw a man of thirty-seven or eight years old and a woman walking towards the door with a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. The map's heart became nervous in an instant because the man was the person in the photo, and his target.
The map threw away the cigarette in his hand, opened the car door and followed the three people into the hospital hall. There were already seven or eight people waiting in front of the elevator. The map was mixed among several people. He tried his best not to look at the man, but he still saw the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl and the woman who looked like a man's wife from the corner of his eyes.
The elevator came, and the last one on the map was on the elevator. Although there were many people inside, no one spoke. Everyone had a serious face like they had just bid farewell to their dead relatives.
When the elevator arrived on the fifteenth floor, the map followed three people to the corridor. A sign on the wall said the words "MRI". The corridor was very quiet, and there were almost no people. Occasionally, someone came out of one door and immediately entered another door.
Try to keep a distance from the three people in front of the map.
After the three people in front turned a corner, they could no longer be seen on the map. He was about to follow him when a woman suddenly heard the voice of a woman, Xiaomei, sit here and wait, and your mother will take you to get an injection later.
The map determines that the man’s wife is talking to the girl. Is the girl sick too?
After a while, the surroundings became quiet again. The map slowly turned around and saw another long corridor with several rows of chairs in the middle. The girl was sitting in a chair.
Although it was indoors, the girl still wrapped her face with a long scarf, and the map guessed that the girl might have a cold.
The map slowly walked forward, and he didn't know which room the man and the woman entered, so it should be near the girl's seat.
At this time, a male doctor in a white coat came out from a door opposite, looking through his hand at a folder and hurried into another room.
The map pretended to be waiting for someone and shook over and sat two seats away from the girl.
Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, just as Map was waiting impatiently, while raising his wrist to look at the watch, the door that the male doctor had just come out opened, and the woman had walked out alone, she waved to the girl, and the mother and daughter walked towards the aisle where the elevator was, until their backs disappeared around the corner, Map stood up, and he breathed deeply to calm the gradually accelerating heartbeat.
There should be a doctor in the room now, and there will never be only that man.
What is he doing?
Receive treatment?
Can it be cured if your cock is kicked?
Map thought about these irrelevant questions in his mind and came to the door. He stood down and listened for a while, without saying anything. Maybe he couldn't hear it through the door. Go in and take a look before talking.
The map reached out and pushed open the door gently. He felt his breathing become significantly heavier, and the arteries on his temples were pounding.
There is a desk and a bench in the room.
Why is there no one?
strangeness!
Is that man not here?
The woman came out from here just now!
The map was feeling confused and was about to exit when I suddenly saw the blue cloth curtain.
No wonder the house looks small, it turns out to be divided into two parts by a curtain.
That man must be behind the curtain, is he the only one?
If there is no chance, don't force it.
When the boss's words rang in the map's ears, a big hand on the map had gently lifted a corner of the curtain.
Only that man.
He lay on a narrow bed with an unknown instrument beside the bed, as if it was making a gurgling sound. The man was lying inward, and he couldn't see the person coming in from his feet.
Is it an opportunity now?
Opportunities are fleeting.
Treating the enemy with one blow is a fatal blow, which the instructor said in the military class.
Where is the fatality of this man?
Hurry up the time!
Hurry up the time!
Someone will come in at any time.
The map's footsteps seemed extremely heavy. He felt that it was long and centuries long. The air in the room seemed to have become thinner, and the map felt a suffocation.
The ideal thing is to do is like suicide.
The boss's words sounded like a computer program at the right time.
suicide!
suicide!
How could he commit suicide in this house? Can he hit the wall?
That's not like suicide.
Cutting the pulse?
Take poison?
electric shock?
Jumping off a building?
When the concept of jumping off the building flashed through the map's mind, his eyes looked at the row of windows, with faint curtains hanging on the windows, and the sunlight was coming in to fill the room with soft light.
15th floor.
High enough.
suicide!
A man loses his heroic spirit and is completely likely to commit suicide.
A man can no longer satisfy his wife's desire in bed. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is in his eyes.
What's the point of living like this?
While making up reasons for suicide for the man, the map stepped to the front of the window and opened the curtain with a whisper. At this time, he no longer cared about being seen by the man because he wanted to help this pity man relieve the pain of life in exchange for other people to live freely in this world. What a noble thing!
The windows are push-pull-type, and just pulling open one window is enough to get a cow in and out.
A gust of cold wind blew in from the window, and the map felt extremely happy, and the suffocation disappeared instantly, and the whole body was filled with strength.
Hello!Why do you open the window? The temperature here is already low enough!
When the map turned around, he heard the man on the bed complaining.
Fresh air helps your treatment.
The map heard my voice very gentle.
He walked to the bed and saw a thin tube stretching out from the man's trouser legs that happened to be connected to the instrument.
He wanted to pull the tube off, but he found it troublesome.
It seems that this tube will not get in the way.
He stretched out his big hands and turned the man back and let him lie on the bed.
how?Do you still need an injection?He heard the man lying on his face ask in frustration.
right!inject!It doesn't hurt at all.It was like being bitten by a mosquito.
This is the voice of my mother.
One hand was inserted into the man's neck and grabbed the collar, the other hand reached into the man's sweater and grabbed the belt, the muscles of the arms contracted, and the unsolid body left the bed.
Hello!Is there anyone fucking moving people like this?Why!Why!Where did you move me?
When the man's head reached outside the window, the man must be shouting something, but the wind on the 15th floor was too strong, and the map could hardly hear his voice.
He had no choice but to shout to the man: My friend asked me to help you!
Finally, what disappeared from the map's eyes was a pair of feet wearing white socks, which were a little dazzling white.
Then the instrument quickly slid towards the window from the edge of the bed until it hit the wall with a bang.
The pipe head bounced out the window like a thread, as if it was about to catch up with its patient.
Two hours later, the map was already sitting on the train to Beijing, next to him was Shang Rong's mistress Zhang Yan.
The woman seemed unhappy, and her little mouth was pouting high, turning to look at the foggy winter outside the window.
Have you arranged the few people I asked you to find?Shang Rong turned around and asked Yang Jun.
They were all waiting there, and I had already told them that I would not say anything after entering the door, and that turtle bastard I was going to beat was looking for teeth.The camera is ready.
Shang Rong showed a cold smile on his face, reminding Yang Jun: But you should pay attention to your sense of justice, mainly to humiliate him psychologically. I don’t want to bear a criminal case.
Yang Jun laughed and said: Just be calm, I asked them to greet the boy's face more, so that he could not see anyone when he went out. This bastard dared to touch the boss's woman.
Afterwards, you arranged for those people to hide for a while, but I'm sure this matter will be settled in a few days.Shang Rong said leisurely, smoking a cigarette.
At the same time, the broken van on the map was parked at the gate of the Municipal People's Hospital. He was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, staring at everyone walking into the gate, comparing them with the photos in his mind.
However, an hour passed and I still didn't see that person.
Is the news about that woman unreliable?
The map cursed and spitted out the car window. When he looked up, he saw a man of thirty-seven or eight years old and a woman walking towards the door with a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. The map's heart became nervous in an instant because the man was the person in the photo, and his target.
The map threw away the cigarette in his hand, opened the car door and followed the three people into the hospital hall. There were already seven or eight people waiting in front of the elevator. The map was mixed among several people. He tried his best not to look at the man, but he still saw the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl and the woman who looked like a man's wife from the corner of his eyes.
The elevator came, and the last one on the map was on the elevator. Although there were many people inside, no one spoke. Everyone had a serious face like they had just bid farewell to their dead relatives.
When the elevator arrived on the fifteenth floor, the map followed three people to the corridor. A sign on the wall said the words "MRI". The corridor was very quiet, and there were almost no people. Occasionally, someone came out of one door and immediately entered another door.
Try to keep a distance from the three people in front of the map.
After the three people in front turned a corner, they could no longer be seen on the map. He was about to follow him when a woman suddenly heard the voice of a woman, Xiaomei, sit here and wait, and your mother will take you to get an injection later.
The map determines that the man’s wife is talking to the girl. Is the girl sick too?
After a while, the surroundings became quiet again. The map slowly turned around and saw another long corridor with several rows of chairs in the middle. The girl was sitting in a chair.
Although it was indoors, the girl still wrapped her face with a long scarf, and the map guessed that the girl might have a cold.
The map slowly walked forward, and he didn't know which room the man and the woman entered, so it should be near the girl's seat.
At this time, a male doctor in a white coat came out from a door opposite, looking through his hand at a folder and hurried into another room.
The map pretended to be waiting for someone and shook over and sat two seats away from the girl.
Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, just as Map was waiting impatiently, while raising his wrist to look at the watch, the door that the male doctor had just come out opened, and the woman had walked out alone, she waved to the girl, and the mother and daughter walked towards the aisle where the elevator was, until their backs disappeared around the corner, Map stood up, and he breathed deeply to calm the gradually accelerating heartbeat.
There should be a doctor in the room now, and there will never be only that man.
What is he doing?
Receive treatment?
Can it be cured if your cock is kicked?
Map thought about these irrelevant questions in his mind and came to the door. He stood down and listened for a while, without saying anything. Maybe he couldn't hear it through the door. Go in and take a look before talking.
The map reached out and pushed open the door gently. He felt his breathing become significantly heavier, and the arteries on his temples were pounding.
There is a desk and a bench in the room.
Why is there no one?
strangeness!
Is that man not here?
The woman came out from here just now!
The map was feeling confused and was about to exit when I suddenly saw the blue cloth curtain.
No wonder the house looks small, it turns out to be divided into two parts by a curtain.
That man must be behind the curtain, is he the only one?
If there is no chance, don't force it.
When the boss's words rang in the map's ears, a big hand on the map had gently lifted a corner of the curtain.
Only that man.
He lay on a narrow bed with an unknown instrument beside the bed, as if it was making a gurgling sound. The man was lying inward, and he couldn't see the person coming in from his feet.
Is it an opportunity now?
Opportunities are fleeting.
Treating the enemy with one blow is a fatal blow, which the instructor said in the military class.
Where is the fatality of this man?
Hurry up the time!
Hurry up the time!
Someone will come in at any time.
The map's footsteps seemed extremely heavy. He felt that it was long and centuries long. The air in the room seemed to have become thinner, and the map felt a suffocation.
The ideal thing is to do is like suicide.
The boss's words sounded like a computer program at the right time.
suicide!
suicide!
How could he commit suicide in this house? Can he hit the wall?
That's not like suicide.
Cutting the pulse?
Take poison?
electric shock?
Jumping off a building?
When the concept of jumping off the building flashed through the map's mind, his eyes looked at the row of windows, with faint curtains hanging on the windows, and the sunlight was coming in to fill the room with soft light.
15th floor.
High enough.
suicide!
A man loses his heroic spirit and is completely likely to commit suicide.
A man can no longer satisfy his wife's desire in bed. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is in his eyes.
What's the point of living like this?
While making up reasons for suicide for the man, the map stepped to the front of the window and opened the curtain with a whisper. At this time, he no longer cared about being seen by the man because he wanted to help this pity man relieve the pain of life in exchange for other people to live freely in this world. What a noble thing!
The windows are push-pull-type, and just pulling open one window is enough to get a cow in and out.
A gust of cold wind blew in from the window, and the map felt extremely happy, and the suffocation disappeared instantly, and the whole body was filled with strength.
Hello!Why do you open the window? The temperature here is already low enough!
When the map turned around, he heard the man on the bed complaining.
Fresh air helps your treatment.
The map heard my voice very gentle.
He walked to the bed and saw a thin tube stretching out from the man's trouser legs that happened to be connected to the instrument.
He wanted to pull the tube off, but he found it troublesome.
It seems that this tube will not get in the way.
He stretched out his big hands and turned the man back and let him lie on the bed.
how?Do you still need an injection?He heard the man lying on his face ask in frustration.
right!inject!It doesn't hurt at all.It was like being bitten by a mosquito.
This is the voice of my mother.
One hand was inserted into the man's neck and grabbed the collar, the other hand reached into the man's sweater and grabbed the belt, the muscles of the arms contracted, and the unsolid body left the bed.
Hello!Is there anyone fucking moving people like this?Why!Why!Where did you move me?
When the man's head reached outside the window, the man must be shouting something, but the wind on the 15th floor was too strong, and the map could hardly hear his voice.
He had no choice but to shout to the man: My friend asked me to help you!
Finally, what disappeared from the map's eyes was a pair of feet wearing white socks, which were a little dazzling white.
Then the instrument quickly slid towards the window from the edge of the bed until it hit the wall with a bang.
The pipe head bounced out the window like a thread, as if it was about to catch up with its patient.
Two hours later, the map was already sitting on the train to Beijing, next to him was Shang Rong's mistress Zhang Yan.
The woman seemed unhappy, and her little mouth was pouting high, turning to look at the foggy winter outside the window.
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