Chapter eighty-four, the face is really big
Ying Zheng sat in the co-pilot, and through the overhead mirror, she saw the gaze of the person next to her from time to time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"What do you always see me do?" She asked, looking into the car mirror.
She heard the chuckle that belonged only to a grown male spilling out of his mouth, and suddenly a shadow fell in front of her eyes, and she looked up just in time for his deflected face.
The faces of the two were clear in each other's eyes, and Zhu Li only looked away for a moment.
Zhu Li quietly reached out and pressed the button next to her arm, and the seat belt automatically buckled, and he took the opportunity to touch her hair again before sitting back.
Ying Zheng looked at him suspiciously.
"You didn't wear a hat today, so you know that your hair is so long, and you look a little different now, and you look like a girl when you're quiet."
It's beautiful, but it's a pity that there are birds under the crotch.
The young man in front of him seemed to have gathered all the sharpness on his body, and his aura was much weaker than before.
This hides herself, most of the people in this world are judged by their appearance, and no one would have thought that this young man who looks weak is actually a hard bone that will bite people.
There was an indescribable light in Zhuli's eyes, and she tightened her waist, leaned back on the cushion, and gently closed her eyes.
"Sorry for making you laugh."
There was a sense of detachment in his tone.
The closed eyelids hid the flicker of unhappiness in her eyes.
The widow is not a rabbit master, get out of the scum!
Zhu Li shook his head helplessly and smiled, and began to get down to business: "The hospital where Professor Xingni is located is the ninth hospital in the city, even if it is now a holiday on the Military Day, there are many film and media workers who want to find out first-hand news, for the sake of profit, what is it to work overtime, so if we want to see Professor Xingni, we had better go through his only relative now, Professor Xingni's son-in-law, and also one of the editors-in-chief of the influential newspaper in the literary world - "Quanxing Wenbao", Ma Lin. ā
Ying Zheng opened his eyes.
"Must ......" The words were put in her mouth and bitten lightly for a while, "As far as you know, what kind of person is Ma Lin?" ā
"I don't have much contact, and my reputation is average, but I heard that his position seems to be obtained by relying on relationships, so I am close to Professor Xingni, if Professor Xingni falls, he will have no support."
Ying Zheng brushed the void on his lower abdomen with one hand, moved his waist slightly, turned his head and asked him, "Do you have his contact information?" ā
Zhu Li raised his eyes, his fingers moved slightly on the control plate, and such a small movement was noticed by Ying Zheng.
"Yes."
"Give it to me."
Zhu Li freed up his hand and sent Ma Lin's communication signal to her.
Ying Zheng compared the number he got with the two strange numbers that sent text messages, and the results did not match.
Neither.
Her lips pursed slightly, and she tilted her head, her eyes narrowed.
"Do you know what Professor Cinny is like right now?"
Zhu Li replied casually: "The news revealed that it was a stroke, and I need to recuperate for a period of time, I want to know the specific situation, and I will know when I see someone later." ā
"You knew Ma Lin would promise us to see Professor Synny?"
Zhu Li smiled: "My face, he doesn't dare not give it." ā
Ying Zheng was surprised for a moment, and then hooked his lips: "In this way, isn't my face bigger, and I invited you to be such a big Buddha to suppress the formation?" ā
"If you know, it's good." He was not polite.
Ying Zheng turned his head when he heard this, and looked out the window.
There are people in this world who like to put on a stand more than widows......
In the last mecha competition, Ying Zheng made an agreement with him and exchanged contact information, thinking that he would not be able to use it so quickly.
What kind of mentality Zhu Li came to help her, she didn't think much about it.
Sending him a message is just a random attempt, whether he is willing to help her or not, it doesn't matter much.