The president is too domineering: relying on his precious wife

All the doctors looked at each other, a little at a loss. www>

When they were working in a nearby hospital, they were forced here by guns by Ghost Seven and a few of his subordinates...

Don't think about it, everyone knows that these people are terrible.

What's more, Li Juehuang exudes a chilling chill all over his body, like a walking refrigerator.

It can freeze people into ice sculptures at any time. [

"No, Young Master Huang is very gentle..."

Ghost Seven spoke first, and winked at several doctors at the same time.

"Yes, yes, Young Master Huang, you are very gentle..."

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Everyone agreed together, but the smile on their face was stiff...

Li Juehuang glanced at them, "The wounds are not allowed to leave scars!"

After speaking, he slammed the door shut.

All the doctors' foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

After being pierced by a bullet, it is really difficult to leave no scars after surgery...

However, Li Juehuang's eyes clearly told them that if the wound left scars in the future, they would die...

Several doctors discussed in whispers, and began to put on the spotlight, put on gloves, keep taking tools out, and concentrate on performing surgery on Mi Xiaomi...

Outside the car, Gui Qiming temporarily moved a super luxurious big bed from the nearest furniture city, and put it in front of the car...

A simple tent was set up on it, and the warm lamp was on the top of the tent...

Xiaomi was lying on the big bed, maybe he was too tired, and fell asleep before he knew it...

Li Juehuang took a velvet quilt and gently covered Mi Zai's body, but he got out of the tent...

Standing straight in front of the car window, looking at everything in the car window without blinking...

I was afraid that if I missed a glance, that stupid woman would never wake up.

It was one o'clock in the morning.

At the turn of spring and summer, the mist at night is slightly cold, covering Li Juehuang's body...[

The warm-colored streetlights hit his side face, dimly, like a person walking out of a painting, beautiful and solemn...

"Young Master, at the end of spring, the dew gets darker, you should go and rest in the tent..."

Gui Qi distressedly added a coat to Li Juehuang's body...

Without saying a word, Li Juehuang stretched out two fingers.

Gui Qi immediately lit a cigar knowingly and held it between his two fingers.

Li Juehuang took a deep breath, and tried his best to support his eyes.

The spirit is in a tense state this day, and it will be early in the morning, and the eyelids can't help but fight.

Take a puff of a cigar to refresh yourself.

"Young Master..."

"I'll sleep when she wakes up!"

Li Juehuang's voice was firm and there was no room for negotiation.

Ghost Seven sighed in his heart, and stood beside Li Juehuang with a dark face, accompanying him.

The doctor who was operating in the car would occasionally look up and see the two black-faced gods standing outside the car, and his hands would tremble uncontrollably.

All this failed to escape Li Juehuang's eyes.

"Tell them, whoever shakes their hands again will be waiting to feed the sharks!"

Gui Qi frowned deeply, and finally thought of how to persuade him to go back to rest...

"Young Master, if this is the case, I'm afraid they will even shake their feet. If you want Miss Mi to be safe, go in and rest..."

"You mean, I'm really that scary?"

That's why that idiot Mi Xiaomi tried to escape from him again and again?

"No, you are very gentle..." Maybe everyone doesn't understand Young Master Huang, but he does!

Huang Shao cares more about the people he cares about than anyone else, but his way of expression is unacceptable to ordinary people.