Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

But that Wang Qingxue.

After she left the underground warehouse alone, she shook her wheelchair and walked through the night.

It's about one kilometer away from this underground palace.

There is a garden.

There is not only green roads, but also a quiet environment.

Especially the boating lake, the lake is very quiet and the water is rippling.

Wang Qingxue likes it very much. She walks by the lake in her wheelchair while thinking about life.

At that time, she found a great place by the lake.

She felt that if Jiang Nan Commoner was injured, he would definitely go there to recover temporarily.

This is a very strange intuition.

So Wang Qingxue is going there right now.

No, Wang Qingxue shook her wheelchair, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked in through the corner gate of the park.

Then go all the way along Yonglu.

After a short time, he came to the lake.

At this moment, it happened to be a cold moon like a poem, and the night was already dark.

A beautiful bright moon on the lake.

Wang Qingxue's wheelchair stayed there for a while and recognized the direction.

Then he turned and walked towards an old tree on the shore of the lake.

Every time she walks under this old tree.

I always feel that this ancient tree pavilion is as covered and lush.

It is simply the abode of gods.

Yes.

Intuition tells Wang Qingxue that this is the best place for Jiang Nan to hide.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Qingxue came under the old tree and shook her wheelchair around the old tree.

The trunk of the ancient tree is as thick as seven or eight people hug.

Wang Qingxue went around and saw nowhere to hide.

"Is it on the top?"

Thinking of this, Wang Qingxue raised her head and looked at the top of the canopy of the ancient tree.

However, at this moment, the night is already dark, and the branches of the ancient trees are densely packed, and Wang Qingxue can't see anything.

She sat in a wheelchair and watched for a long time, feeling a little disappointed.

I don't know, at this moment, suddenly, a cold voice came from behind: "Are you looking for me?"

"what?"

Wang Qingxue was taken aback and turned around hurriedly.

Then he saw a man in black standing behind him.

The man in black wears a metal mask on his face and a sword behind his back.

It is not Jiang Nan commoner.

"You, you are really here, are you hurt?"

Wang Qingxue looked at Ding Zhe in surprise.

"Ha ha!"

Ding Zhe was not injured, but after continuously using the sword control technique, his blood surged. He came to sit on the canopy of the tree and meditated slightly, and the surge of blood had been calmed down.

Of course.

If the cultivation base wants to recover, it will take three days and five days.

However, he had just recovered his vitality, but saw that little net red appeared under the big tree.

So he fell happily.

Hearing her question, Ding Zhe shook his head: "I am not injured."

"That's great." Wang Qingxue looked at Ding Zhe, excited in her watery eyes.

"Your leg?"

Ding Zhe looked at Wang Qingxue.

"Because of a terminal illness, so disabled."

Wang Qingxue said.

The tone was a little sad.

"Well, I can see it."

Ding Zhe nodded and turned to leave.

"Hey."

Wang Qingxue stopped Ding Zhe.

"what?"

Ding Zhe turned and looked at her and asked.

"Nothing, me, I just."

Wang Qingxue gaped a little, her heartbeat accelerated, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

"Forget it, it can be considered that you and I have fate."

Ding Zhe said: "I introduce my friend to you, maybe he can see your illness."

"Your friend, is he a doctor?"

Wang Qingxue asked.

"Yes, my friend's name is Ding Zhe!" Ding Zhe nodded, and then gave her his phone number: "Remember this number and go find him. As for whether he can see it, I don't know."

"Oh oh oh, ok, ok, thank you."

Wang Qingxue nodded, and at the same time took out her mobile phone and recorded Ding Zhe's call.

She had seen countless famous doctors for her illness, and it was useless.

So she didn't hold much hope for the friend Jiang Nan Busi introduced.

But the reason she wanted to record this number was actually to find Jiang Nan Commoner through him.

In order not to let myself forget.

She carefully recorded the number, and after confirming that it was correct, she raised her head: "Okay, I will write it down..."

She was only half talking, and she did not continue.

The reason is simple, the shadow of the young man with the mask has been lost in front of him.

"I'm walking in a hurry, I still have a lot to say to you, Jiang Nan Commoner, is this your nickname or your name?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Wang Qingxue said to herself.

Unfortunately, apart from the sound of the wind and the swaying tree branches, no one answered her anymore.

Ding!

Ding!

Wang Qingxue's phone rang.

When I picked it up, it turned out to be my mother's call.

Wang Qingxue was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly connected to her mother's phone: "Hey!"

"Qingxue, I saw from the news that there was a big case in your neighborhood, and many people died. Are you okay?"

Wang Qingxue's mother's tone was full of anxiety.

"I'm okay, terribly good." Wang Qingxue said happily.

"That's good, that's good, yes, let me tell you one thing. Tomorrow a famous doctor will come to the hospital to see your grandfather. Come here too. By the way, let that famous doctor take a look."

Wang Qingxue's mother said.

"Hey, my illness, that's the case." Wang Qingxue's face was bleak: "I've seen how many doctors, it won't work."

"This time is different. It is said that this famous doctor is the brother of the imperial capital ghost doctor Tao Chengye. What is Ding Zhe's name? Very powerful. Maybe there is a way?"

"what? What?"

Wang Qingxue's eyes widened when she heard it: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"I said that this famous doctor is a senior from the ceramic industry, what's wrong."

"what is his name?"

"It's Ding Zhe."

"Okay, I will go home tomorrow."

Wang Qingxue answered happily.

She didn't expect that she would see Jiang Nan Commoner's friend so soon.

Whether one's own disease can be optimistic is the second best thing.

The main reason is that she can inquire about Jiang Nan commoner through this person.

Thinking of this, Wang Qingxue's eyes were full of happy expressions.

...

When Ding Zhe returned to the hotel.

It's already early morning.

Enter the hotel room and close the door at the same time.

Ding Zhe saw his wife Lin Aolei lying on the bed.

The snow-white skin was all exposed.

The morning light outside the window spilled in through the gaps in the curtains.

Ding Zhe was extremely happy when he saw his wife.

Then he walked over gently, took off his clothes, opened the quilt and went to bed.

I don't know, just after lying down, Lin Aolei's body got into his arms and arched inward vigorously.

Ding Zhe is holding his wife's body tightly.

Gradually fell asleep.

The same as before.

As long as he held Lin Aolei, Ding Zhe lost the concept of time.

I really don’t know how long I slept for this sleep.

In the end Ding Zhe was awakened by a loud noise outside the suite.

"Excuse me, Ding Zhe, Ding Zhe, is the genius doctor Ding still awake?"

A strange man's voice asked.

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