Kung Fu Soldier King

(the volume of war abroad was taken away by the river crab army due to political problems. Next, it will directly enter Dongjiang city.)

In October, the weather in Damascus is more comfortable. This is the most suitable time of the year. In the next few months, they will usher in the rainy season of Mediterranean climate, which is cold, wet and extremely uncomfortable.

From China to Damascus, you have to transfer through Doha, and you can only take Qatar flights.

After the flight from Doha landed, a broadcast rang out at Damascus International Airport. Soon, a young man came out with a white tunic in his hand, breathing the long lost air.

This person is Xiao Yan. He took a plane for more than ten hours just to come here to see his girlfriend's cold song.

Missing is painful, just like a flood that breaks a dike. Once invaded, it is difficult to restrain.

At the gate of the airport, someone had already been waiting there, holding a sign high in his hand, on which Xiao Yan's name was written in English.

Under the sign stood a tall handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, looking around.

"Brother five, I'm here!" Xiao Yan waved happily. Andre in the distance found him.

The two quickly ran to each other, and then came a big bear hug.

It's been a long time since we parted in Qinling Mountains. My eyes became red when I met my brothers.

"Lao Jiu, don't say anything. Get in the car first!" Andre pointed to the car on one side before he could say more.

It was a paramount marauder, a crazy armored SUV, and there was no need to explain the tough model.

Damascus is not peaceful. It is often exploded here or attacked there, and sometimes it is hit by inexplicable mortar shells from the sky.

So when traveling on the road, many cars will be equipped with armor, or refit steel plates. After all, no one wants to die.

After they got on the bus, Andre first handed him a bottle of local liquor. Xiao Yan liked it. He didn't drink less when he was stationed here in the past.

After drinking the wine, then cigars. A match is lit evenly first, and then the tail is quickly cut off with a cutting knife. It feels really good to suck and slip a few mouthfuls.

When it was over, Andre said, "in the santia hospital, do you go directly or stay first?"

"Go straight, but I need roses!" Xiao Yan adjusted his clothes in the rearview mirror in his car.

"I've already prepared it for you!" Andre took out a handful of delicate roses from the co pilot's position and handed them to Xiao Yan.

Enough 99 flowers. I feel full in my arms. My appearance is also good. Xiao Yan is very satisfied.

Needless to say, thank you. It's too polite between brothers. Let's see it.

The car didn't stop until it was at the gate of the Santiago hospital. Women from all over the world in nurse clothes came in and out, some with their faces covered. It was a busy scene.

Xiao Yan is no stranger here. He once lived here several times. Who made him hurt like eating?

"I won't go in. It's on the fifth floor. It should be sitting in the clinic!" Andre smiled and winked at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan couldn't wait. He took the rose, jumped out of the car and went to the hospital. Along the way, many people glanced one after another. The brave girl had come up to chat up.

It was not easy to get to the fifth floor, but there were crowds on one side. Many people gathered in the corridor on one side. They were bustling and seemed to be waiting for diagnosis and treatment.

Xiao Yan took a nurse and didn't know his nationality. He just didn't cover his face and looked at Xiao Yan curiously.

"Can you tell me which office Dr. Leng Qingge is in? I will be very grateful." Xiao Yan asked the little nurse in English.

But the little nurse suddenly asked in Chinese, "are you Chinese? Are you from the same country as Professor Leng?"

"Yes, we are compatriots!" Xiao Yan was stunned and thought it was strange when the hospital began to speak Chinese.

"Come with me! She is busy now!" the little nurse's Chinese is very stiff, but very standard. After listening carefully, Xiao Yan immediately understood that it must be taught by cold songs, which has a taste of her.

Lengqing song is a northerner with a slight Beijing accent. Mandarin is very standard, but because he is away all year round, the Beijing flavor is very weak.

Until then, Xiao Yan felt that he was getting closer and closer to lengqingge, and his heart beat faster and faster. There was an irresistible momentum.

This is the feeling of first love. It has been forgotten for many years. Unexpectedly, it comes to my heart again at this time.

Walking with the little nurse here towards the crowded corridor, the door was blocked, and many people looked inside.

To Xiao Yan's surprise, some people even hold flowers in their hands, and they are all young people dressed appropriately.

There are many poor people and many rich people here.

Which tribe's young Lord, or the chief's son, or the prince of a country, the grandson of an oil tycoon, etc.

Any one who stands up is more terrible than Xiao Yan's wealth.

But they all looked forward to it, as if they were waiting for someone inside to call.

Seeing that the front door couldn't get in, the little nurse shook her head, waved to Xiao Yan and led him to the back door.

After knocking on the door, someone opened it from inside. The little nurse said a few words to the person who opened the door in Arabic, and the man took Xiao Yan in.

"Good luck!" the little nurse who first LED Xiao Yan to the road waved at him, then turned and left.

It has to be said that Xiao Yan's womanhood is really good. This kind of thing can go through the back door. However, most people let him in through the back door because he and Leng Qingge were compatriots.

Followed the person who opened the door to go inside for a few steps. Before meeting, there was a large office. Several doctors in white coats were busy receiving treatment.

In the position near the window, there was a thin figure with her back to Xiao Yan. On her desk, there were all kinds of flowers, and there were many garbage cans at her feet.

At a glance, I recognized that it was the lovely person I missed so much.

Xiao Yan walked towards her and heard her diagnose from a distance. She lowered her head while writing the medical record and asked, "do you feel uncomfortable? Is it labor or continuous pain?"

"I don't know, Dr. Leng, just touch it, here..." the young man with a bushy beard on his chin and a cloth towel on his head looked painful, but he tried to grab Leng Qingge's hand.

Before he reached out, the woman who had been standing on the side of the cold song explored her hand and was patting on the back of the man's hand. Then he drank, "be honest with me, or I'll chop your claws."

Xiao Yan glanced and saw that she was a tough Kurdish lady, who should be under Lan Ying. He just remembered that he asked Lan Ying to send someone to take care of Leng Qingge. Sure enough, it was right.

The man took back his hand bitterly and didn't see a doctor. He said sincerely: "beautiful cold song lady, seeing you makes me feel like seeing spring. I hope to marry you as my wife. I will give you a manor and a large-scale oil field. You will become a rich woman and do whatever you want to do..."

Good seductive conditions, which made Leng Qingge raise his head. Xiao Yan was stunned. Won't you be moved?

"Next!" the iceberg like voice of the cold song sounded faintly.

Xiao Yan hurried forward and put a handful of roses in front of her, blocking the medical record she was filling in.

Leng Qingge said unhappily, "I'm a doctor. I want to treat my illness. I don't want to affect my work because of my personal feelings. Please take away the flowers."

Someone at the door shouted, "Hey, it's my turn. Dare you jump in the line? Believe it or not?"

The man's voice was loud, and everyone looked this way. Only Leng Qingge was busy with his own.

"Oh, really? I want to see. How are you going to look good for me?" Xiao Yan smiled and said faintly.

Hearing the familiar voice, the pen in the cold singer suddenly fell off. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the talking man.