MTL - The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You-Chapter 896 You are my little love song (Qin Ge 172)

Chapter 896 You are my little love song (Qin Ge 172)

The female doctor’s expression was stunned. For a time, she suddenly did not know how to continue to chat with Dr. Qin.

However, it seems that Dr. Qin provided a venue for everyone to have a meal. Even though he is the owner of the villa, he has no plans to talk to everyone.

But even if Dr. Qin is so indifferent, it will not be as cold as the whole back. Just ask him if he will cook, and he feels that the air around him seems to be cold several times.

The female doctor spit out the tongue with another doctor next to him. Several people laughed at her and did not care. She had nothing to do with Dr. Qin. He was not too lazy to talk nonsense and was too lazy to talk about it.

Yu Cheng is here with a smile and said: "How could it not? Dr. Qin, when we were in the medical department, I listened to Zhao Xiaoqing or who said it, saying that Dr. Qin is very good at cooking. I know where they heard it, and said that Dr. Qin’s Qin’s onion is a must, and I don’t know if I have the chance to eat Dr. Qin’s onion noodles! Hahaha!”

The sound of the water and the coffee machine had already sounded at Qin Siting, and he did not speak.

Everyone got used to it. Seeing Dr. Qin was too lazy to take a break. He also transferred other topics to ease the embarrassment. It didn’t take long for another laugh and laughter. After all, everyone was really busy and tired in the hospital. It’s rare to have such a good time. It’s good for a night.

After talking to colleagues for a while, Director Zhou then got up and went to Qin Siting. While picking up the bag of coffee beans, he smiled and smiled and asked: "We have been doctors in the past few years. It has changed a lot. When did you even avoid the kitchen?"

Qin Siting picked up a cup of boiled coffee and handed it to Director Zhou. He faintly said: "Quiet."

Director Zhou took it, and then looked up at him. Qin Siting had already been making coffee, and his eyelids seemed to be too lazy to lift.

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Los Angeles, USA.

The black business car stopped in front of a nightclub in the city. When the song was taken off the bus, Wenke had arranged the documents in his hand while beside her, saying that the partners were divided into contracts this evening. Year-to-year profit requirement.

When I read the song, people have already walked into it. When they entered the door of the nightclub, they were received in front of the door and respectfully approached to lead the way.

They went to the VIP box on the second floor. The second floor of this nightclub is not for anyone to come up. The downstairs is very lively. This floor is very quiet. The lighting decoration in the aisle is very classic Roman style. The atmosphere has a sense of time, and luxury is everywhere.

"Miss, the box you are going to is inside." The waiter arrived at a fixed position and stood up, then respectfully raised his hand in the direction of the inside.

"Okay, thank you." When he read the song, he nodded and went straight to the other side.

When I passed through the bathroom in the middle, as if I heard something, she turned her eyes and saw a young woman wearing a very OL-style business attire blocked by a tall man who seemed to drink too much wine and was unstable. The man who blocked the person and looked at it obviously had to take advantage of it.

Seeing that the woman struggled for a long time, but still could not open, after seems to want to call people, but the man suddenly pulled into the corner of a dark door next to the bathroom, then heard the woman choked over there. Struggling.

"Time total." Wen Ke also saw, but in this place, this kind of thing is very common, not intended to gossip, whispered her, it is a reminder.

When the song was returned to God, he turned and was about to continue, but he heard the whimpering over there, and then he seemed to hear a slap in the face.

The man hit the woman?

When I read the song, I stopped again.

"Whenever, people are already waiting inside." Wen Ke stood behind her and whispered.

When the song was silent for a while, I looked back at Wenke, and there was a bodyguard brought by myself. This bodyguard often followed them to socialize, but generally stayed quietly like a transparent person. She has never encountered any customers who are too difficult.

"A Meng, go and bring the lady just out." When the song was confessed.

"Time total." Wen Ke saw her, this is really intended to do nothing, wrinkled an eyebrow.

The bodyguard named Ameng only listened to the song when he heard it. He nodded and passed.

"You...this is not a sinful person in such a place." Wen Ke whispered.

"I have observed that the role that was obviously not influx just now, from the dress to the posture, is estimated to be the bodyguard or subordinate of the boss who is drinking here, not to mention, even if it is really what role. If one day I also encountered the same thing, others passed by but stared at it, it was much more desperate." When the song was said, he went straight into the front box and handed the outside things to the bodyguard, and he did not care.

She and Wen Ke were very happy to talk to the partner in the box. Amen knocked on the door and handed her a look. When she recited a song, she went to a bathroom and got up.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"The woman who had just drunk, I have been sitting there since I saved the man." He pointed to the woman on the couch in the middle of the corridor.

When I read the song, I looked over there.

"Is it the person who contacted the nightclub to send her to, or..."

When the song was not waiting for him to finish, he went straight and looked down at the young woman, feeling almost as old as himself.

"Do you have your mobile phone with you? Or is there anyone who comes with you?"

The woman on the sofa opened her intoxicated eyes, smirked at her, and then waved her hand, not knowing which aspect of the answer, or simply waving her hand unconsciously.

When she saw her, she sat unsteadily, and stretched her hand to help her. When she bent down to help her, she saw a mobile phone in her pocket, then looked at her and straightened her hand to take her mobile phone. .

Many of the phone's address books are unfamiliar unsaved numbers, or some way of working contacts, you can see the signature.

In the recent call record, only one person who wrote a "father" on the last Sunday should be considered a relative.

When he recited the song, he handed the phone to Ameng, and asked him to call the cousin to explain the situation and let them pick up the person safely.

Twenty minutes later.

That cousin is coming.

When the songs came out of the box, the ones that saw him on the second floor of the nightclub were Li Nanheng.

(End of this chapter)