Chapter 675 Zhu Yeqing, Who Are You?

"Out of the way"

Zhang Longjing continued to walk while pushing the cold heart, and said nonchalantly: "Your affairs are more important"

It's just that although Zhang Longjing is very generous and heroic, the careful chill noticed the loneliness and unwillingness on Zhang Longjing's face.

At this time, Han Xin seemed to have guessed who was calling Zhang Longjing.

first drove the people of the Fang family out of a doctor, and then called to investigate the whereabouts of Wang Bajin, Zhang Longjing's move was undoubtedly a big fanfare against the Fang family

Judging from the Fang family's consistent style of doing things and the forces behind them, Zhang Longjing is very likely to be ousted because of this

Inexplicably, Han Xin felt panicked in his heart, and after being dragged out of the dean's office by Zhang Longjing, he couldn't help but say: "I'm sorry"

"You kid, when did you learn to be so mother-in-law, this is not your style"

Zhang Longjing still looked unconcerned, but, while speaking, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the door hanging at the door: Dean's Office

In this place, Zhang Longjing has been in and out a few times, and he knows very well that after going out this time, he may not be able to enter

While an old man and a young man rushed towards the ward where Wang Bajin was, Zhang Longjing suddenly said in a dazzled manner: "Chilling, I heard that the scenery of Osmanthus Village is very good, if one day I don't want to work in the hospital, can you send me a piece of land to recuperate?"

His heart was even more unpleasant, but the cold heart didn't show it, he smiled very happily and said, "As long as you like it, you will work in my medicine field at that time."

"Words count haha"

Zhang Longjing smiled, the kind that was very cheerful, the kind that came from the bottom of his heart.

Soon, the two arrived in an eight-person ward, and the person lying on the bed in the corner was Wang Bajin

The patients in the other beds were accompanied by relatives and friends, eating melon seeds and fruits, chatting and chatting, but Wang Bajin's bed was like a forgotten corner.

The place was deserted, and Wang Bajin, who was in a coma, had no half-consciousness, and only hung a bottle of very ordinary anti-inflammatory potion.

Even if the cold heart has been for Wang Bajin before the dingdian novel, .23.o+''+