Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

I don't know if you allow it or not?

The magnetic voice has a hint of bewitching.

"Interest?"

What interest?

Jiang Nuantang frowned, with a puzzled look on her face.

Shao Zhanlin didn't confuse her for too long, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"this."

Words fall, sealed with a kiss...,

In the dead of night, everything around her gradually heated up, and at the same time, she gradually drifted away from Jiang Nuantang's consciousness.

In the following time, she didn't know where she was, and she just let the physical pleasure brought by the senses float in the sea of ​​love.

……

周日

Jiang Nuantang got up late without exception.

The sun was shining outside the window, and Jiang Nuantang's eyelashes fluttered after being tossed all night, and the gradually returning reason finally overcame the emotion and woke up from the drowsiness.

Opening his eyes, he could vaguely see a tall and straight figure standing on the balcony.

Even though the door was closed, Jiang Nuantang still caught a lot of content that leaked through the crack of the door with her good hearing.

"Contact the director of "The Wasteland" and inject 5000 million to their crew in my own name..."

Accompanied by the gentle sound of the wind, Jiang Nuantang didn't hear the words behind.

But it was aroused a little curiosity.

Brown eyes were bright, staring at the balcony door without blinking.

After Shao Zhanlin finished making the phone call, he turned his head and met her gaze. The contours of his stern face were slightly softer, his thin lips were slightly parted, and he said in a considerate voice:

"Wake up. Why don't you sleep more?"

The gold-rimmed spectacles concealed the encroachment in the eyes.

Gentle and polite, like a spring breeze, it also changed the overbearing meng lang on the bed.

Jiang Nuantang had already seen the man's face before and after he was satisfied.

Since he was not surprised, he only cursed in his heart that he was a beast in clothes and clothes.

Then I asked the biggest doubt in my heart:

""The Wasteland" has been filming for so long, why do you still—"

Fund it?

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Nuantang's mind suddenly flashed a few lights, and she caught a ray of light, and raised her head to meet the man's handsome face.

"What are the conditions?"

Jiang Nuantang looked at Shao Zhanlin with burning eyes.

Take out 5000 million for no reason.

She doesn't believe that men simply have too much money to spend and want to do good deeds.

I'm afraid there is something hidden in it that she doesn't know about.

And neither needs a woman's sixth sense.

Jiang Nuantang knew that it must have something to do with her promise to participate in "The Wasteland" yesterday.

It will only be for a while, and she can't figure out what kind of connection it will be.

Jiang Nuantang frowned slightly, and now only Shao Zhanlin could answer her question.

He seemed to be biased towards men on purpose, not only did not say anything, but also teased her appetite.

After looking at her carefully for a few seconds, he said meaningfully:

"you guess?"

Jiang Nuantang was full of expectations, but in the end she got this answer.

Immediately, his eyes widened in disbelief, and anger slowly gathered in his eyes.

Before the attack, the man said frankly:

"Don't worry, it's nothing out of the ordinary, just let them add a new, harmless little character without changing the plot structure."

Shao Zhanlin spoke with comfort.

Obviously he didn't want her to think too much about it.

However, Jiang Nuantang couldn't help feeling a bit ominous.

"What role?"

Despite Shao Zhanlin's guarantee, Jiang Nuantang was still worried.

especially--

If it is that simple, he needs to inject 5000 million?

You must know that this is not a commercial film for profit, but a literary film aimed at winning awards.

Choosing to inject capital at this time, in addition to sending money to the crew, the follow-up will basically lose everything.

Said it was just for a harmless little role?

Why is she so unbelievable?

Jiang Nuantang made no secret of his exploration of Shao Zhanlin, with a sense of urgency to break the casserole and ask the end.

It's a pity that this time, the man didn't face her problem directly.

He found an excuse and said:

"You'll know then."

You'll know when the time comes.

A simple sentence declared the end of this conversation.

Afterwards, Shao Zhanlin's mouth seemed to be cursed.

No matter how Jiang Nuantang asked, he avoided the topic perfectly.

Jiang Nuantang is not the kind of character who likes to get to the bottom of things.

After trying a few times, he really refused to say anything.

In the end did not insist.

……

After this delay, another half hour passed.

Although my body was sore, my hands and feet were soft, I was so tired that I was sleepy, and I didn't want to open my eyes.

Jiang Nuantang still hasn't forgotten about going to Huo's house.

After all, after questioning to no avail, he forced himself to get up and wash.

After breakfast, bid farewell to the children and went out.

As the living business card of the identity of the genius doctor Kuang Shuang.

This time, Bai Chi couldn't be absent when he went to Huo's house to treat Qin Yawei's leg.

When he went downstairs, Bai Chi's car was already waiting there.

Seeing her appear, Bai Chi, acting as the driver, quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Jiang Nuantang leaned over and got into the car.

In the car, the make-up about her miracle doctor was prepared early.

Su Su picked up the top black robe, and Jiang Nuantang put it on skillfully.

Grooming.

Dijing Lanting is not too close to the Huo family's old house.

In addition, in order to confuse the public and get rid of tracking.

Bai Chi deliberately drove around several times, and changed cars halfway, waiting for the destination.

It is an hour later.

Jiang Nuantang, who got out of the car again, was already wrapped in a black robe and black hat,

If you take a sickle, you are the god of death.

That's right.

The difference between a genius doctor and a god of death is like a knife.

It can make people live, and it can also make people die.

It depends on whether the heart is facing the Buddha or the demon.

Jiang Nuantang has never been a pure and kind person, and there is no such standard as to be a good person.

If the situation is compelling, it is not necessarily impossible to do evil.

……

A few days ago, Qin Yawei was taken back to Huo's house by the old lady because she was not used to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

As for the miracle doctor Kuangshuang who took the Panlong Stone, he still hesitated to heal Qin Yawei immediately.

The Huo family had their own complaints, but they could only hold back if they wanted something from others.

Especially Mrs. Huo, who almost single-handedly facilitated the matter of asking the genius doctor to come out of the mountain, was very excited.

Early on Sunday morning, I waited at the door early, eager to see through.

Finally, Bai Chi's car drove into the large carved iron gate of Huo's house.

The old lady's eyes lit up, and she walked out quickly with a cane, but when she saw the people getting off the car, she froze for a few seconds.

this dress...

It doesn't look like it's here for treatment.

The old lady hesitated for a few seconds before she spoke to break the silence:

"This is the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang?"

The question was like this, but the old lady's tone was full of distrust.

A pair of cloudy eyes looked up and down at the genius doctor himself.

He wanted to see the face under the black robe through the clothes, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.

Except for the pair of exposed Mo Che star eyes, she saw nothing.

Of course, it's useless even if you see it.

after all--

No one has seen the true face of the genius doctor.

Except Bai Chi.

That's why everyone in the world tacitly believed that whenever Bai Chi appeared, the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang was standing beside him.

This is a living sign that is better than a miracle doctor.

No one will question this authenticity.

But Mrs. Huo is obviously an exception.

After searching in vain, she went on to say:

"I wonder if there is any proof of identity?"