In the hospital, on the hospital bed, Fang Zili was pitiful.

Poor people will have something to hate.

None of his wife, Xiao Er and Xiao San and their families showed up, and they were two subordinates who were taking care of them at the bedside.

The doctor said that the injury was serious and he couldn't get out of bed for a month.

Fang Zili begged for his free hand to win the 88001 project, and he must give him a little.

The white hand verbally agreed, ostensibly sympathetic and concerned, and said a few baskets of comforting words.

But when he came out of the hospital, he made up his mind that if he won the 88001 project, among the many peers who cooperated, there would be no name for Fang to stand on his own.

No dedication, or not enough dedication, is the evaluation of the self-reliance of the other party.

Such a peer will stay away from it with white hands.

The other party is messing around on his own, but he doesn't laugh at it with his white hands, because he is even more messy in this regard.

Men become bad when they are rich, ten contract foremen, seven are a little bad, and three are learning bad.

Or alcoholism, or gambling, or soaking women, everyone has more or less it, and no one is qualified to laugh at others.

Leaving the hospital and getting into the car, White Hand was thinking about where to go for lunch when the pager in his bag rang.

He took out the pager with his white hand, saw the number 02, and grinned.

After adjustment, the code name 02 belongs to Tintin.

It's been a long, long time since I've seen this girl Tintin.

The white hand hurriedly got out of the car, ran to the public telephone booth set up in the hospital, and dialed the number on the pager.

"Brother Whitehand, hurry up and come to save me immediately."

The white hand was startled, "Tintin, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Giggle...... I'm hungry, but I haven't eaten yet. ”

"Stinky girl." The white hand breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Whitehand, I miss you. I'm at the gate of our school, I'll wait for you. ”

The white hand did not dare to slack off, hung up the phone, paid the phone bill, and drove to Tintin's school.

Seeing Tintin, the white hand was a little strange, and he was even more surprised.

is not thin, with yellow muscles and thin muscles, and has completely lost the beauty of a young girl.

What's wrong with this girl?

looked at Ding Ding in the passenger seat with white hands, and was stunned for a long time without coming back to his senses.

"Brother Whitehand, what's wrong with you?"

"You, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not doing much."

"You look in the mirror."

There were mirrors inside and outside the car, and Tintin looked at himself, "I'm not doing anything." ”

"You're like this, what's wrong with you?"

"What am I like?"

"Ugly, old. Eighteen changes in the female college, girl, your eighteen-year-old is too ugly, ugly to death. ”

"Giggle......

The white hand sighed: "Yes, I am proud of being ugly, and I have become stupid." ”

"Brother Whitehand, you want to laugh at me."

"Girl, you say, are you sick? Who bullied you? Is it malnutrition? Is it because your school food is not good? ”

"Brother Whitehand, you want to be angry with me."

Holding back a smile with his white hands, he was serious, it turned out that he was teasing Ding Ding.

"Am I wrong? Am I mad at you? ”

"Brother Whitehand, can you listen to me?"

"You say, you say."

Ding Ding said: "I'm sprinting for the college entrance examination. Eighty days later, I will take the college entrance examination, and I am tired and bitter. ”

White hand said: "Liar." Sitting in the classroom and studying, what is the tiredness and suffering, is it more tiring and bitter than us farmers farming? ”

"I can only go home once a month, and I only have one day at a time. I wake up at 7 a.m. and go to bed at 11 p.m. every day. There are eight classes during the day and four more classes every night, and there are mock exams every day...... Brother white-handed, you come and try whether you are tired or not. ”

"Hehe......" White Hand finally burst into laughter.

Ding Ding leaned over and stretched out his hand, and the little pink fist beat the white hand.

The white hand is motionless, and the eyes are closed to enjoy.

Tintin suddenly stopped fighting.

The white hand laughed and said, "Girl, you called me here just to beat me." ”

"Yes, I'm under a lot of pressure to study, and I want to release it."

The white hand wondered, "Does this really work?" ”

"It's useful, it's so useful."

Evil door, I don't believe it with my own hands, "What kind of door is this?" ”

"Really, white-handed, thank you."

The white hand sighed, "Okay, if it helps you, I'll come every day and let you beat me every day." ”

"Giggles, really?"

"Of course, rain or shine, the knife will also come."

Ding Ding smiled: "Okay, Brother Whitehand listens to the order." ”

"Miss Tintin please."

"One, from now on, come and see me once a week, let me hit you once, let me release the pressure."

"Yes."

"Two, every time you come to see me, you have to bring a lot of delicious things. Don't come empty-handed as you do today, it will tarnish your glorious image too much. ”

"I remember."

"Three, you can't tell my mother and my grandmother that you came to see me at school."

"Understood."

"Four, give me a hundred dollars now."

"I'll give you two hundred." The white hand hurriedly took the money from the bag, and counted twenty pieces of ten.

said that a hundred is a hundred, and Tintin returned ten to his white hands.

"Five, you can go now."

"That's it?"

"If you have money, you don't need to invite me to lunch."

Tintin stuffed the money into his pocket, opened the door and got out of the car, without looking back, and walked away.

"This girl has a character."

The white hand was about to drive away, but saw Ding Ding's grandfather, the old man Ding Guangyuan, standing on the other side of the road with a cane.

The Santana sedan drove more than ten meters and stopped beside the old man.

The white hand got out of the car and walked to Old Man Ding, "Old man, why are you here?" ”

Old Man Ding's gaze was still as cold and profound as ever.

Old Man Qi is easy-going, Old Man Ding is majestic, in front of Old Man Ding, white hands always feel a lot of pressure.

Two old men, two bright lights on the road of white-handed progress.

But a white hand is a white hand, and in general, he has his own thoughts, and no one can lead him by the nose.

Although the pressure is high, there are times when the white hand will be unkind to Old Man Ding.

"Remember, don't beat Tintin's idea."

Bai Shou was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Old Man Ding meant, but he pretended to be stupid, "Old man, what kind of idea?" ”

Old Man Ding snorted in a nasal voice, "You have already harmed my daughter, you can't harm my granddaughter anymore, otherwise I will be unkind to you." ”

Bai Shou smiled and said loudly: "One generation doesn't care about the affairs of two generations, this is what you said." Old man, you're too lenient. ”

"Little interfer, you dare to teach me a lesson."

"Huh...... Don't dare, don't dare. Old man, have you forgotten, Ding Yaqiong doesn't recognize her as your daughter, you are not her father. ”

Old Man Ding's answer was to pick up his crutches and hit his white hands.

The white hand did not hide, and he was hit on the arm.

"Hehe, old man, you have learned five cars, you have known for a hundred years, and you have known for thirty years, I admire you. However, your emotional intelligence is too low, and you are a failure. ”

Old Man Ding was furious and picked up his crutches again.

The white hand dodged this time, "Old man, don't be angry, go home." ”

Got in the car with white hands.

Old Man Ding lives nearby, so he doesn't have to send it away.

The white hand was going to the Railway Bureau, and in the afternoon, he should meet with Qiao Yucui to discuss the issue of the Railway Construction 88001 project.