Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 111
Banhai Town, September.

The night is dense and dense, the mist is vast, and the blue sky is dotted with seven or eight stars, like gray fallen remnants and flickering lights.

Go straight in the alley, about 200 meters, there is a newly opened private clinic.

It was late at night, the room was quiet, and the boss was a girl.

The girl was wearing a tea-white cheongsam that reached to her ankles. Her long black hair was loosely tied up by a hairpin, leaving a few strands of hair in tatters.

The light of the incandescent lamp hit her full forehead, her eyebrows and eyes were like ink, and her lips were as red as blood.

Suddenly, the door creaked.

Lingyan looked out the door.

He comes from the darkness of night.

The person who came was a man with a short shaved head, beautiful bones, tough facial features, full face, smooth jawline, and the rolling arc of his Adam's apple was somewhat sexy.

Shang Du had a fierce look, the whites of his eyes were smudged with bloodshot streaks, and there was a black scab on his cheek, about seven or eight centimeters long.

In the eyebrows and eyes, there is a deadly coldness, hazy, shrouded in the night.

Shang Du staggered a step, walked towards her, sat on a wooden stool in a rough manner, his legs were long and straight, and his voice was hoarse: "Get some antipyretics."

Antipyretics?

He had a fever, thin sweat broke out on his forehead, and his thin lips were surprisingly white and bloodless. Because of his illness, he looked more approachable than before.

Forgot to add, just a little.

Lingyan took out the thermometer unhurriedly, pinched the end with her bony fingers, shook it, and glanced at the value.

She stood beside Shangdu, her voice was sweet and sweet: "Let me take your temperature first."

Shangdu was very vigilant, when he raised his eyes, the sharp eyes like a falcon were directly on her face, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

In just a moment, he took the thermometer from her hand with great strength and stuffed it under his armpit.

He lowered his head, his face was flushed, and he was very sick.

Ling Yan sat across from him, and her thoughts could not help but go back to the first few days when they met for the first time.

…………

The fire was massive and spreading uncontrollably.

It was shrouded in black smoke, surrounded by panicked screams, and there were faint alarms.

She couldn't breathe, her lungs seemed to be choked, seeing the fire getting more and more fierce, she only felt hot, scorching hot.

Lingyan lay on the ground, the smoke obstructed her vision, and she could only vaguely see the wanton fire burning unscrupulously.

The smoke made her cough, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.

Opening his eyes again, a man in a black firefighting suit rushed out from the flames. He was wearing a helmet, and his dark eyes were cold and sharp.

Before Lingyan could speak, the man only whispered: "Miss, I offended you."

After the words fell, she was picked up by the man.

That day, when she first arrived in Banhai Town, she was shopping for daily necessities in the largest shopping mall, and she wore a long white dress with embroidery and a large skirt.

The man's steady arms wrapped around her knees, and the other hand hugged her back, like a very secure princess hug.

Her hair had been parted a long time ago, and she could only vaguely see the man's strong jawline and a pair of secretive eyes.

He was dripping with sweat, running down his cheeks, jawline, dripping on her collarbone.

Hot, seductive.

He rushed out of the sea of ​​flames holding Ling Yan, behind him was the scorching fire, and in his arms was her who was already unconscious.

…………

When the clock ticked, Lingyan came back to her senses and looked at the time, 6 minutes had passed.

She was about to speak, but at this moment, Shang Du raised his eyelids, glanced at her emotionlessly, and took out the thermometer from his armpit.

With a casual glance, he hoarsely said, "38.6°."

Ling Yan responded, turned around and took two boxes of medicine from the medicine cabinet: "Orally, three times a day."

Shang Du stuffed two boxes of medicine into his pocket and took out his cell phone.

Lingyan smiled and said, "Cash only."

He paused to scan the code.

Lingyan looked at his hand.

His skin is very white, cold white, with clear bones and slender fingers, but there are large and small scars, as well as smoke scars, as if he was scalded.

He habitually uses his left hand, and wears a black watch with a wide style on his right hand.

Shang Du's face was gloomy, he took out the medicine from his pocket, and threw the medicine to her again with a bang.

His eyes were smeared with blood, and he was very hostile.

He is tall and has long legs, about 1.9 meters. He is fierce, and when his face is gloomy, he looks like a ghost who is looking for his life.

Ling Yan was not afraid of him, with a soft smile on her face, she picked up two boxes of medicine and handed them to him with both hands.

The voice was so soft and soft that he wanted to sleep.

"You take it first, and give it to me tomorrow, 39 yuan."

Shang Du's emotionless black eyes glanced at her, his lips were tightly pursed, and there seemed to be a trace of impatience boiling in his eyes.

After a few seconds, he stood up, and the stool was kicked by him, making a harsh rubbing sound.

He didn't take any medicine, he raised his long legs and left straight away.

Lingyan didn't call him.

This time persuading the cubs is more difficult.

The persuading cub of this plane is named Shangdu, and he is a firefighter at the Banhai Town Fire Station.

Three years ago, I lived alone in a small town from Haishi. It was rumored that he was a difficult assassin. Some people saw him smashing the head of a 250-pound man with a brick. Some people heard that he had killed people. It came out from there, and some people said that he is a mad dog, his eyes are always gloomy, as if he will kill you in the next second.

This is an unfinished short story. The author wrote Shangdu too darkly, and his writing power was not enough to support it, so he casually explained the ending.

According to the data, Shangdu would commit suicide at home a year later, and the neighbors would not find out until the body decomposed.

This plane is different from the previous two. The information Guangguang gave is only a little, but the requirements are quite a lot, like a scumbag.

Task [-]: Get the Shangdu.

Task [-]: Find out the cause of Shangdu's death.

Mission Three: Redemption.

In this plane, her name is Tang Lingyan, and she is an excellent surgeon.

She resigned last month and came to Banhai Town to open a private clinic.

The location is just downstairs of Shangdu's house.

Near the water tower first get the month.

Lingyan brushed the hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears, tidied it up, picked up the oiled paper umbrella in the corner, and with a snap, the clinic fell into darkness.

She had just locked the door.

There was a panting sound behind her, and the sound was so pleasant that it burned her ears.

"Get the medicine."

Ayano looked sideways at him.

It was too dark to see his face clearly.

Shangdu was very close to her, his breath was very hot, his whole body seemed to be on fire, he wanted to give her the money, but accidentally touched her waist.

He flinched, his black eyes were gloomy, his teeth gleamed eeriely, and the moonlight suddenly brightened, hitting him.

Lingyan saw his expression clearly.

It's fierce and wild.

Ling Yan responded, opened the lock again, and gave him the medicine. His coins were in the hundreds, and he hurriedly handed them to her, and went upstairs.

"Sir, there are too many." She called Shangdu to stop.

Shangdu didn't respond, his breathing was mixed with the sound of footsteps, the lights upstairs turned on, and the door was shut with a bang.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)