Bai Qianqian looked at the man's back as he walked out, standing on the floor with barefoots, and felt a chill seeping up from the soles of her feet.

She had achieved this point, but Yan Liheng pushed her away!

Why, why?!

She gritted her teeth and turned around, took out her cell phone, and sent a text message.

Yan Lubao counted out to 3, 2, and 1. The door of the room was pushed open. He sat motionlessly on the ground, compiling the 10,000-piece starry sky puzzle he started to play three days ago.

All the inkstone brushes that were originally placed on the desk were smashed downstairs.

Yan Liheng looked at him with a gloomy look: "Yan Lubao, stand up."

He stood up obediently.

"Go and clean up the downstairs."

He walked downstairs obediently, his little head lowered, with a sense of silent struggle.

Aunt Qin felt very distressed next to her, rubbing her hands and kept saying, "Young Master, young master is a child's character. How can you let him clean up? I'll do it. I'm used to cleaning up, so I'll be fine in a while."

"Aunt Qin," Yan Liheng interrupted her: "Let him go, he knows what he is doing."

This kid is very thoughtful.

Every time he and Bai Qianqian were alone for more than five minutes, the little guy would smash the sky and the earth outside. After repeated recurring things, do you really think that he, the father, couldn't see it?

The little guy took a mop to clean downstairs. Yan Liheng looked at the things in the little guy's room, suddenly, bent down and took out the notebook that the little guy had just hidden from the hidden compartment under the bed.

Open it, Xu Anning’s information is displayed on it.

He frowned and put it back calmly.

Yan Lubao hurriedly cleaned the ink traces sprinkled on the ground. If he had known this, he wouldn't have thrown the inkstone down. It would be fine to change it to a cleaner...

I still have to blame the hateful dad!

The little guy thought, looked upstairs fiercely, and the next moment, he looked at a deep gaze.

His little hands trembled in fear and almost spilled the newly cleaned things on the ground again.

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Night sea.

Song Ran returned to his box and sent Bai Qianqian away. In this box, they called out a few more celebrity young models to accompany him. When they were getting drunk, a woman who was not open-eyed asked, "Brother Song, what's wrong with your leg? Who dares to attack you?"

"Damn!" He felt unhappy when he heard this and threw the woman to the ground.

"Who the fuck dares to attack me?"

Others cheered: "Oh, who did you hit your leg? You can't fall it yourself, right? You're just a dandy player. If you really look like Yan Liheng, you'll believe it just now."

"What's wrong with Yan Liheng? Yan Liheng was blind and was fascinated by plastic surgery. Didn't he wake up by scolding me?"

"Swish!" Someone suddenly disdained: "Who doesn't know that Yan Liheng cares about a woman, Bai Qianqian, who is the one who is used as a stool for others, doesn't even look at her."

"Damn it! My husband treats Sister Qianqian as his sister! Who dares to bully her? I, Song Ran, asks her to regret it for the rest of my life!"

After the words came, the cell phone was shaken.

Seeing a few short sentences from above, Song Ran smashed her phone to the ground: "Damn it, you dare to bully the person you are protecting. I want to ruin her reputation!"

Song Ran didn't know Xu Anning's information, but he had money! As long as he had money, what news did he want?

A few days later, he found out that Xu Anning was actually working in Shengde Hospital.

"Damn, this bitch is actually in Shengde. She didn't take it seriously last time and wanted to get to Brother Heng."

Song Ran threw away the information in his hand.

His friends picked up the photos he took one after another: "He looks good, he is more beautiful than a celebrity."

"What's the use of being beautiful? You're trying to find ways to climb Brother Heng's bed," Song Ran said, narrowing her eyes: "Besides, she's beautiful today, it won't be certain in a few days."

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Shengde Hospital.

Xu Anning was doing leg acupuncture on a little girl sitting in a wheelchair at this time.

The little girl is named Yan Xiaosu, who is eleven years old this year. Due to an accident when she was a child, her legs were injured and she didn't have time to treat her, so she became disabled. Now, seven or eight years have passed.

Yan Xiaosu lives in the neighborhood next door. Once, Xu Anning saw her come to perform a love show for the children in the intensive ward, so she became interested.

It’s not that the little girl’s legs are hard to cure, but it’s a little difficult.

Xu Anning hesitated for a while and went to find the little girl's parents. After communicating with Yan Xiaosu's grandmother, Yan Xiaosu became Xu Anning's daily fixed patient.

After today's acupuncture treatment, the girl was pushed to the small garden behind the hospital and told her to rest while waiting for her grandmother to come and pick her up.

Xu Anning returned to his department.

When she saw the man sitting in the clinic chair, she was stunned.

It has been almost a month since she was in the acupuncture department. Most of the patients she received were elderly people, or children brought by the elderly. Some young women also came to treat cold diseases, but young men are the first.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and sat down: "Hello, name, age, specific illness."

When the man saw her stunned, he didn't expect that this woman was actually several times better than the photos given by the other party.

When he thought of such a stunning woman who could get close to her and get money, his heart suddenly became hot and his face still looked cold and alienated.

"Hello, my surname is He, twenty-six, illness," he said, he hesitating for a moment, and reached out to touch his chest and exposed the top-notch watch on his wrist: "I don't know why recently, but when I go to bed at night, my chest hurts a little."

He doesn't believe that such a young female doctor really has any skills. Besides, acupuncture and traditional Chinese medicine are just lies? He just insists on a disease randomly, wouldn't it be enough?

"Is that true?" Xu Anning asked him to sit down without raising his head, took his pulse and looked at his eyes and mouth, and checked it.

She frowned: "Are you sure it's a pain in your chest?"

He Muye nodded reservedly, "Yes."

Xu Anning frowned and wrote a warm prescription on the paper: "You can take the medicine for two days first. I see that your kidneys are in some way. This medicine also has the effect of nourishing the kidneys. Take it for two days before coming over," and said that, handing the prescription to the other party.

The man's mouth twitched. In just five minutes, he exposed his watch on his wrist three times and fiddled with the keys of the luxury car twice. The woman was either pretending or still pretending.

It seems that I have met a master.

He thought to himself, the ringtone of the cell phone rang at the right time.

"Hey," he answered the phone.

"Hey, Mr. He, the air route has been applied for this afternoon, and the private plane is ready. Do you need me to pick you up now?"

"Um."

Hang up the phone and confirm that Xu Anning heard the sound on the other side of the phone. The man curled his lips and walked out.

"Scream, shout!" he murmured in his heart.

"Mr. He," Sure enough!

The man showed a smug look on his face. There were not a hundred or dozens of women who had used this move. But how could a small doctor face such a handsome and rich man like him without knowing how to seize opportunities?

He pretended to be calm and turned back.
Chapter completed!