Medical Unparalleled

"Sister Yue, Sister Tian'er, you two, hehe, didn't you agree to come back at ten o'clock, and you actually arrived half an hour earlier than me, you two are deliberately messing with me," walked out of the black RV The girl who came down had a look of anger and anger, but her words were rolling like pearls, and they were extremely pleasant.

Although she is wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and a pair of huge toad mirrors, she only reveals a small mouth stained with red cherries and a round and streamlined chin, which men dream of. A great product to play with.

However, compared with her voice, all the moving features are like black and white silent films, all of which have lost their color.

Her voice is elegant and beautiful, as if it came from nine days away.

Sound of nature.

Perhaps only the flying fairies on the murals in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang can have such a moving voice.

That month's elder sister and Tian'er younger sister looked at each other and smiled. Before they could speak, the ten-year-old girl pouted and said unhappily, "Sister Jing ignored me, hum, I won't talk to you,"

With a pouty mouth and a straight face, like a doll walking down from a cartoon.

Li Zhujiang couldn't help but be fascinated by watching, these four beauties with different looks and charms, any one of them is a gorgeous figure, and what's even more rare is that they can feast their eyes here.

Bah bah, what four beauties, can that little doll count?

Maybe in the future, but should be ruled out for now.

"Oh, I didn't realize that our lovely Mi Lier is here too, I'm sorry," Sun Wenjing apologized with a smile, and pinched Xiaomi's cheek.

The news that Xiao Yu was coming back had already been sent back. Xiao Yu had already told them on the phone that no one had to come to pick up the plane, just to report that he was safe. He also said that he had met Xiaomi's father, Uncle Mi Fu, and that he had a present. Bring them back.

After some negotiations between the Olympic delegation and the local police in the United States, Xiao Yu finally embarked on the journey back to China after having an uncomfortable sleep in the police station in the United States.

The special plane was scheduled to arrive at Dijing International Airport at ten o'clock in the morning, Gan Tiantian and Xiaomi couldn't wait, and it arrived at nine o'clock.

As for Li Lingyue, I originally wanted to be reserved, but I couldn't bear the repeated bombing by Gan Tiantian and Xiaomi, so I got up early and became a full-time driver for the two of them,,, I came to pick up Xiao Yu by the way, Li Lingyue treated herself like this Said.

Relatively speaking, this well-known Sun Wenjing's aura was too strong. The two of them, no, the three girls, including Xiaomi, were on guard.

In fact, Sun Wenjing came early, and it's only 09:30 now.

This was the first time that Sun Wenjing took the initiative to greet someone at the airport, and it was the kind that required waiting.

"The hurdles are dangerous, Wen Xiang is not easy to handle..." Li Zhujiang yelled weakly, made up fifty times, and quickly jumped off the small platform. There was a sound of wind, and a strong man over 1.8 meters tall, with a face ashen, leaped over the guardrail with a bang.

This posture was much tighter than Li Zhujiang's. Li Zhujiang had at least supported the railing with his hands. The man just jumped over and appeared on this side from the other side of the fence.

"Wen Xiang is not good, hurdles are dangerous," Li Zhujiang subconsciously yelled, not knowing what he was thinking.

Could it be that he yelled fifty times, and then was stimulated by the fine.

"Uncle policeman, come quickly," Li Zhujiang said with a roar.

What caught his eyeballs even more happened. Behind the man, three men in light gray clothes quickly appeared, each wearing black sunglasses, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they were gangsters.

These three men in light gray clothes walked to the front of the protective fence, with their toes on the ground and their arms spread out, like a big bird, they used movements that were more impressive than the man just now, as if they were flying. After passing the protective fence, he appeared not far from Li Zhujiang.

"Wen Xiang is not easy to handle, hurdles are dangerous..." Li Zhujiang said weakly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the policeman had already gone up to meet him.

Li Zhujiang hurried forward, put the loudspeaker into the hands of the policeman, and said, "I caught the four of them crossing the guardrail,"

The middle-aged police uncle had already met the eyes of the four men. The man in the front took out a certificate with the golden national emblem and shook it in front of the uncle, saying coldly: "Soldier, perform the task."

One sentence pushed the middle-aged uncle back, and he didn't even see his ID clearly.

However, the murderous aura projected from the eight eyes of the four people made the middle-aged uncle feel that these people were by no means simple soldiers, but special soldiers who had experienced local wars and killed the enemy with their own hands.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, brother's responsibility..." The middle-aged uncle smiled all over his face.

"You've watched too many anti-Japanese war movies, and the tone of your speech is like that of the democrats in the movie," the soldier in the lead put away his ID and said jokingly.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue... You are busy, so I won't bother you..." The middle-aged uncle said a few words with a smile on his face, then turned his face and scolded Li Zhujiang, who was flattering and flattering: "Have you finished shouting? Shout fifty times more, mother, you are the only one who has trouble,"

"It's over, it's over a long time ago," Li Zhujiang said hastily and tremblingly.

"Then hurry up and get out, I saw you staring at the beautiful woman just now, so hurry up and do whatever you want,"

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Zhujiang laughed twice, and cast a hard look at the four soldiers who made him look bad, curled his lips contemptuously, aren't they just soldiers, what's there to brag about? It's the hurdles that are dangerous, and Wen Xiang is not good at it.

The four soldiers didn't even respond, they stood there quietly, staring at the exit.

"Hey, it's more serious for me to take a long line to catch beautiful women. It's a waste of my precious time, isn't it?"

Li Zhujiang chanted that time is life, and after saying it twice, it became time is to create life.

It’s okay to go to bed, but it’s not necessary to create life, but the process of creating life that is beneficial to physical and mental health is still worth enjoying.

Two lecherous eyes wandered around the beauties for a while, and finally changed their minds. They fixed their targets on the girl who came last with a particularly nice voice, and walked up to strike up a conversation with flowers in their hands.

Li Lingyue and Gan Tiantian were inexplicably happy when they saw someone accosting Sun Wenjing, and Gan Tiantian dragged Xiaomi to take a step back to make room for Li Zhujiang.

When Li Lingyue saw it, her heart suddenly stopped, and she immediately took two steps back following Gan Tiantian's footsteps. After thinking about it, it seemed a bit too obvious to do so, and it seemed not very good, so she took the initiative to take a step forward.

Taking two steps back and taking one step back, to give up a lot of space, Gan Tiantian chuckled softly: "Sister Yue has also gone bad."

"I didn't learn from you," Li Lingyue's voice was a little blunt, and Gan Tiantian had already gotten used to it, knowing that Li Lingyue was making a joke of herself, and didn't mean to blame her.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Sun Wenjing is already used to this kind of strike-up. For her, if a man strikes up a conversation with her, she will be misunderstood by her boyfriend. It doesn't matter if she doesn't want such a boyfriend. The nature of her work determines that there will inevitably be waves of bees. Surrounded by butterflies, it is always inevitable to chase this one away and then another one.

What's more, among these people who strike up a conversation, there will inevitably be real fans of their own, and they cannot be killed with a stick.

"I seem to have seen you before." Sun Wenjing didn't take off her toad mirror, took a closer look, and recognized that this person was the one who had struck up a conversation with her twice at this airport. Young director Li Zhujiang is still called Li Zhutou or something.

"Oh, that's such a good relationship, it means that we two are meant to be together. Dear lady, can I have the honor to have a candlelight dinner with you?" Li Zhujiang heard that this beautiful girl took the initiative to say that she knew him. I got it, so I was overjoyed, so I hurried down the donkey, trying to go a step further.

"But my boyfriend might not agree. He might be jealous if he sees his ten o'clock plane," Sun Wenjing said with some hesitation.

There is a boyfriend, and if Li Zhujiang retreats after having a boyfriend, then he will not be called Li Zhujiang anymore.

The more difficult the task, the more addicted Li Zhujiang was to do it.

Let alone having a boyfriend, Li Zhujiang doesn't care even if you have a husband.

Just play, why care about others.

So Li Zhujiang relied on his brilliant words to talk about the sky, as if if Sun Wenjing didn't agree to have dinner together, Li Zhujiang would not be able to survive, plus that boyfriend still had a long time to come, or this Since the candlelight dinner is called a candlelight dinner, there is no need to rush at this time. It is not even ten o'clock in the morning, so I asked Sun Wenjing to leave a phone call.

"Are you a fan of Sister Sun Wenjing, do you also like Sister Sun Wenjing's singing?" When Li Zhujiang was almost foaming at the mouth, a childish voice sounded from his legs.

Looking down, it was the ten-year-old girl, Xiaomi, Mi Lier.

"Well, your name is Sun Wenjing, a good name, you really are a quiet person," Li Zhujiang chuckled, obviously not realizing that this Sun Wenjing was the queen of music, Sun Wenjing.

"Leave a phone number, beauty," Li Zhujiang handed over a fountain pen, stretched out his palm, and signaled Sun Wenjing to write the phone number in his palm.

Sun Wenjing rolled her eyes, a plan had just formed in her mind, when suddenly a shout rang in her ears.

,, "your grandma's,"

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wenjing saw that Li Zhujiang's feet were already off the ground, and he was lifted up by the back of his neck.