After coming out of Zhang Hu's ward, Zhao Sanjin went to see Zhang Hu's younger brother by the way. Although he would not take as much trouble as treating Zhang Hu, he still gave everyone a little strength to raise their physical injuries, which can be regarded as a reward for Meng Yifan's hand.

After all this, Zhao Sanjin and Liu Yingying appeared at the gate of the hospital. They sat in a BMW. Zhao Sanjin gave full play to the speed and sent Liu Yingying back to Shengshi international in only 20 minutes.

"Mr. Liu, can I borrow the car?" after Liu Yingying got off the bus, Zhao Sanjin suddenly said, which made Liu Yingying's delicate body tremble slightly.

"Come back early." Liu Yingying didn't look back, so Zhao Sanjin didn't know whether the expression on Liu Yingying's face was anger or loss.

BMW's motor buzzed behind Liu Yingying, and the picture in Liu Yingying's eyes was transmitted through the mirror. Liu Yingying turned around after seeing that Zhao Sanjin had left the garage.

It gently knocked on the door of Xia Lingmo's family, and soon Xia Lingmo's question came from inside: "who?"

"Ling'er!" Zhao Sanjin said softly. At the next moment, the door suddenly opened. A large steamed bread just baked pressed on Zhao Sanjin's chest, and the pungent aroma came along.

In my arms, there is a beautiful woman with national beauty and natural fragrance all at once.

"Thank you, ling'er." Zhao Sanjin said softly. His eyes towards Xia Lingmo were full of tenderness. He looked silly and wanted to melt Xia Lingmo.

"You're all right." Xia Lingmo lay on Zhao Sanjin's shoulder and didn't look at Zhao Sanjin's affectionate eyes. However, his face was still full of happiness and looked intoxicated.