Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The woman doctor's expression was stunned and suddenly she didn't know how to continue talking to Dr. Qin.

However, it seems that Dr. Qin, despite providing a venue for everyone to gather for dinner, although he is the owner of this villa, has no intention of having a very warm conversation with you.

But in normal times, even if Dr. Qin is so indifferent, he won't suddenly be cold all over his back like just now. Why just ask him if he can cook, it feels like the air around him has been cold for several degrees.

The female doctor threw up her tongue with the other doctor next to her. A few people laughed at her. She didn't have the strength to talk to Dr. Qin. He was famously lazy to talk nonsense and lazy to go along with it, okay? It was embarrassing.

On this side, Yucheng smiled and said: “How could it not be, Dr. Qin, when we were in medical college, did I hear Zhao Xiaoqing or did I hear someone say that you are a good cook, I don't know where they heard of you, and I also said that Dr. Qin's onion oil noodles are said to be excellent, and I don't know if I have a chance to eat Dr. Qin's onion oil noodles hahaha! ”

The sound of water and coffee maker has been ringing in Qin Shiting's hands, and he has not spoken.

Everyone got used to it. After all, everyone was really busy and tired in the hospital and rarely had such a painful and good night.

Director Zhou spoke to his colleague for a while, then he got up and walked over to Qin Shiting. As he picked up the bag of coffee beans and looked at it, he smiled casually and asked: “We Qin Da doctors have really changed a lot in the past few years. Since when have we even hidden things like cooking? ”

Qin Shiting picked up a cup of richly brewed coffee and handed it to Director Zhou. He replied softly: “Quit. ”

Director Zhou took over and looked up at him again. Qin Shiting was already making coffee, and his eyelids seemed lazy to lift.

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United States, Los Angeles.

When the black business car stopped in front of the club door in the city, while reading a song and walking out of the car, Vinco was already sorting out the documents in hand and walking beside her, saying that tonight the partners demanded that the contract be divided into annual profits.

Listen to the song, people have gone inside, when entering the door of the nightclub, there is reception in front of the door, respectfully come forward to guide the way.

They go to the VIP lounge on the second floor, not everyone can come up to the second floor of the club, the downstairs is lively, this floor is quiet, the lights in the hallway are decorated in classic ancient Roman style, atmospheric and old and luxurious everywhere.

“Miss, the box you're going to is inside that room.” When the waiter arrived in a fixed position, he stood still and raised his hand respectfully in the direction inside.

“Okay, thanks.” Nod to the song and go straight that way.

Midway through the bathroom, as if she heard something, she turned her eyes and saw a young woman dressed in a very OL-style business suit jammed by a tall man, who seemed to be drunk and somewhat unstable, and the man who jammed people there was obviously trying to take advantage.

Seeing the woman struggle for half a day, she still couldn't push, then seemed to want to call someone, but suddenly the man pulled into the corner of a dark door next to the bathroom, and then heard the woman whimpering struggle.

“all the time.” Vinco also saw it, but in places like this, it's common, and she doesn't plan on minding her own business, whispering to her, which is a reminder.

When I read the song back to God, I turned around and was about to continue walking, but I heard the whimpering struggle over there, and then I heard the sound of a slap.

The man beat that woman up?

The song stopped again.

“All the time, people are already waiting inside.” Vinco stood behind her and whispered a reminder.

After a moment of silence, she looked back at Wenco and a bodyguard brought behind her. This bodyguard usually comes out with them to pay, but usually stays quiet like a transparent person, and she has never encountered too many difficult clients.

“Amen, go get that lady out of there.” The song was recited.

“all the time.” Vinco sees her and really intends to mind her own business and frown.

Amen's bodyguard, of course, only listens to songs, nods his head and passes.

“You... don't mess around in such a place.” Vinco whispered.

“I looked at that obviously not a fashionable character, from dressing to posture, presumably a bodyguard or subordinate next to the old man who was drinking here, not to mention, even if it was really a harsh character, if one day I had the same thing happen to me, it would be desperate if someone walked by and watched with cold eyes.” The song went straight into the front compartment and gave the outside matter to the bodyguard, who left it to himself.

She and Wenco had a good time talking to the co-op in the box. Amen knocked on the door and gave her a look. When she read the song, she went to the bathroom and got up and went out.

“What's the matter?” She asked.

“The woman was drunk, and she sat there after I saved her.” He refers to the woman in the middle of the corridor on a sofa chair for temporary rest.

I read a song and looked over there.

“Contact the club people to send her where, or...”

When I didn't wait for him to finish the song, I went straight to the past and looked down at this young woman and felt like I was about my age.

“Do you have your phone on you? Or did anyone come with you?” Read the song warmly.

The woman on the sofa opened her intoxicating eyes and smiled at her and waved her hand, not knowing what the answer was, or even unconsciously.

When she read the song, she couldn't even sit steady, reached out to help her, and just as she bent over to help her, she saw her cell phone in the pocket of her clothes, and then looked at her again, and just reached out and picked up her phone.

The person's phone directory is full of strange unsaved numbers, or some way to contact someone at work, as you can see from the signature.

The only person on the most recent call record with a note last Sunday saying "cousin” is supposed to be a relative.

Sing the song to Amen, ask him to call this cousin, explain the situation, let them come back to pick up the person safely.

Twenty minutes later.

The cousin is here.

When the song came out of the box, you could see Li Nanheng on the second floor of the nightclub.