Goodnight, Mr. CEO! Chapter 1522: : waste

Two weeks later.

Shenlan Tongxin Hospital.

The door to the intensive care unit was carefully pushed open from the outside.

A doctor wearing a mask and a white coat walked in, and the eyes under the frame glasses flashed a strange cold light, and there was a ruthlessness in the invisible.

He glanced at the bulge on the hospital bed, and sneered on his lips under the mask.

A large hand was pulled out of the pocket of the white coat, and the fluorescent blue liquid in the syringe was particularly eerie.

Come quietly to the bedside.

Just inject it into an infusion bag, and you'll get $20 million.

"I advise you not to do that."

Just when the opponent thought he had the chance to win, a cold voice suddenly came from behind, which shocked the man instantly!

When did the person come behind me?

He didn't feel it at all?

As he was thinking in his heart, his eyes suddenly became ruthless, and his backhand gesture was a punch, but before he could touch the opponent, a strong force had already attacked his groin first!

With a muffled sound, the man was half kneeling on the ground in pain, and the blue veins on his forehead were twisting.

Jiang Xibao snorted proudly.

"Trash!"

Bai Xi looked at the man kneeling on the ground and clutching his groin, and sneered.

How many weeks is this?

Are you still not giving up?

The man called trash: "..."

Lin Hanxing walked in from the outside, still holding a bunch of lavender roses in his arms. There was no expression on his fair, palm-sized face, so that even the tear mole at the corner of his eye added a bit of indifference.

She didn't even look at the man, just inserted the trimmed roses into the bedside vase.

The action is elegant.

"I won't say anything..."

A man knows he's in someone else's way.

"No one wants you to talk, just shut up!"

Before that person finished speaking, Bai Xi had already taken the lead in taking the lead. Because there were too many people who wanted Chen Xi's life in the past two weeks, she had already practiced a perfect way to deal with this kind of waste.

“…”

Lin Hanxing didn't seem to hear anything until all the flowers were inserted before turning to look at the man who was still kneeling on the ground.

Outside the door, the people from Huaji had already been surrounded.

Before waiting for the man, Lin Hanxing glanced over, and when he reached the clamor, he swallowed it again.

"Fourteen days, you are the seventh."

Lin Hanxing said lightly.

An average of one every two days, which is enough to show the urgency of the second princess.

The man who didn't understand the meaning of what she said suddenly flashed before his eyes, and the syringe containing the fluorescent blue liquid actually got into the other's hand like this!

The next second, I didn't even have a chance to react, and there was a tingling pain in my neck...

"Buried?"

He walked in from the left, and seemed to want to deal with the previous ones.

"No."

Lin Hanxing threw the empty syringe aside and took the wet wipes Jiang Xibao handed over to wipe his hands.

"Send it to the second princess."

Counting the time, Song Zhiyun's face should be about the same, and it's time to send her a message.

Thinking of this, Lin Hanxing's mouth evoked an indifferent smile.

It's hard to see the foreheads of the Huaji's subordinates who came with Zuo Xiangdong!

"Come on!"

After Zuo Xiangdong finished speaking, he took the person away.

The ward has returned to its usual quiet.

A click.

At the moment when the secret door opened, a thin figure sitting in a wheelchair appeared in the pupils of several people.

White hair is like snow, but it is a red face.

Although it was not the first time I saw this scene, Lin Hanxing's fingers still trembled slightly.

"The flowers are beautiful."

Song Chenxi's face was as white as paper, and against the backdrop of her white hair, she was even weaker.