Chapter 181: Throwing Lei Lao Mou
"Okay."
I let go of my hand.
As she spoke, she put her hand in front of Yu, but Yu didn't react, so it made a flash of displeasure in her eyes.
"Well, I'm sorry Miss Adaline, she..." I pointed to my head and shook my head slightly.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She glanced at Yu with apology and regret, put down her hand, and fell on the little girl in my arms, her hand on her bright red lips, showing a very surprised expression: "Oh my God, what's wrong with her hands and feet?" β
"She was broken by a cruel executioner, and I brought her over to ask you to help this child." I pleaded with a sincere face.
She glanced back at Wang Jian and nodded slightly: "I can help you with this, of course, if you are willing to believe me." β
"Thank you."
I nodded in thanks.
"Is she unconscious?" Adaline asked.
"Yes, and I've been in a coma for a long time, about ten days." I said it truthfully.
She hesitated: "It's hard to do, maybe... According to my preliminary judgment, there were three reasons why she was unconscious, but I can't be sure yet, so... β
"Please save her."
I pleaded.
"Is she your daughter?" She said, gesturing at me and Yu.
I shook my head: "No, she was picked up from the corpse by a friend of mine." β
"Well, Zhou, your heart is so good." She complimented, "Can you give her to me?" Now, I want to take her for a check-up before I can judge what treatment to use. As she spoke, she put the notebook in her hand on the conference table beside her.
"Thank you." I thanked her again and gently placed the little girl in her hand.
"Okay, I'll take her for a check-up first, of course, her condition doesn't look optimistic, so whatever the result, I hope you can stay sane." As she spoke, she took the little girl and left, looking very vigorous, and as she went, her gaze lingered on my bare feet for a moment, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Well, now it's time for us to get down to business."
Wang Jian saw Adaline go out, motioned for me to close the door, placed the wine glass on the coffee table, and looked at me curiously: "Why are you dressed like this?" β
I shrugged my shoulders and sat down in a leather chair from under the conference table: "I'm here for three things. β
"Tell me."
He said curiously.
"Well, first thing, return the clothes you left behind." As I spoke, I took the white suit from Yu's hand and threw it to him. But he avoided it with a look of disgust, fell to the ground, and kicked it with his foot.
"The second thing is to ask you to heal that little girl." I continued.
"Well, what's the third thing?"
"The third thing I want is to borrow some food from you." I pointed to my barefoot feet, and the wrapped and cracked black mud: "If appropriate, you can lend me an extra coat, you know, our fleet is poor, not as luxurious as you." β
"Why should I lend it to you?" He picked up the goblet expressionlessly and drank the wine in the glass, his posture was very elegant, like a real aristocratic gentleman.
"I think it's necessary."
I lifted Erlang's legs, and the posture was natural, but not as elegant as his.
He glanced at my dirty feet in disgust: "You trampled my floor dirty. β
I glanced down, flapped my toes twice, and shrugged, "I'm sorry, you can't let me shout at you outside." β
"I don't borrow it."
He lay himself on the recliner again, and his casual posture was very unbeatable.
"Hmm, if you don't lend me food, how can I go out and carry weapons for you with peace of mind?"
I'm not in a hurry, it's an exchange of interests anyway, and no one can overpower anyone.
He looked at me silently, and his tone was a little deeper and colder: "Are you threatening me?" β
"Nope."
I shook my head cleanly.
"Hmm."
He closed his eyes, gently shook the leather chaise longue, and gently tapped the armrest with his white-gloved fingers: "Okay." β
"Agreed?"
I wasn't surprised, but I asked politely.
"Well, for peace and faith."
He sat up, picked up the red wine bottle on the coffee table and poured half a glass, then took out a goblet packed in a vacuum bag from under the coffee table, poured the wine into it, it was also half a glass, and then cut it horizontally with his hand on the wine glass, a casual invitation gesture: "Come and have a drink, this is my request." β
"Well, even though I'm not much of a drinker."
I stood up, walked over, grabbed my glass and touched it lightly with him, and after the crisp sound of the glass clashing, I drank the wine: "Well, it's very good." β
Of course, I didn't drink anything of this salvation worthy of my praise, it was just a kind and hypocritical compliment.
"Well, it's hypocritical."
He looked at me with disgust: "I suspect that I was wrong to choose to be with you, and the straightforwardness and glory of heroes have been stained by you." β
"Heroes are everywhere." I retorted to him,
"Well, well, you're right." Wang Jian shrugged. Then he stood up, picked up the phone on the lectern that was placed next to the wall in the conference room, and dialed it.
"Hey, I'm Wang Jian, prepare a set of combat uniforms for me and send them to the conference room, well, call a few more people to come and clean the conference room."
After hanging up the phone, he picked up the remote control and pressed it on the display on the wall, turned his head to me and asked, "Which hero do you like?" β
I turned my head to look at the monitor, and it was playing a science fiction movie from some league. "I think I'm quite suitable to be the captain of Middle-earth, and I also have a shield." β
Wang Jian snorted softly and continued to return to the recliner: "Please don't insult this magical hero leader, okay?" I appreciate his sense of justice. β
As he spoke, he glanced at me: "Your figure should be a little better than his, not so pompous." β
"Of course." I nodded smugly.
"Bang bang!"
In the midst of the chatter, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.
"Come in."
Wang Jian stared at the display intently, and his head didn't twist.
"Chief, this is the clothes you wanted."
Coming in was a young man, dressed in an armed uniform, a little immature but with a bit of arrogance on his face dyed with a touch of red, looking at Wang Jian with a fanatical look, like a believer in the gods, facing Wang Jian with a respectful and humble posture. I glanced at that guy with some taste, and couldn't help but be a little envious, it seems that he has done a good job in the ideological work of his subordinates, and it seems that he has to hurry up.
"Put it on the table." He replied without any reaction.
"Okay chief."
In the face of Wang Jian's cold reaction, the young man was not only not lost, but his breathing was a little heavier, his eyes seemed to be burning with blazing fire, his face was sacred and solemn, as if he had been praised by the gods, he trembled with excitement, I even had no doubt that as long as Wang Jian said a word, this young man would be willing to die for him now, and even feel honored for it.
"I ...... amp; amp; %amp; amp; 9. β
My heart was a little sour, and I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth. I couldn't help but want to ask him how this ideological work is done, and I want to learn it myself, and I even wonder if this guy was engaged in pyramid scheme brainwashing before the disaster.
The young man went out, gently closed the door of the conference room, and didn't look at me from beginning to end, just didn't look at me, Yu didn't even look at me, this is too abnormal, right? Wang Jian, this guy is not a peerless beauty? Do you need to be so hot?
Wang Jian seemed to sense my thoughts, turned his head, looked at me, and frowned slightly: "Please don't use your dirty thoughts to doubt my personality charm." β
"I'm; amp; Bow %! β
Charisma? I'm throwing away Lei Lao Mou.
"Well, that's the power of faith." He boasted to himself.
"Divine stick."
I replied angrily.
"Change your clothes, I feel very disgusted in the face of your dirty appearance, and you know that I am cleanΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β· Please stop targeting me maliciously, okay? You're going to make me want to beat you up! He spoke with a hint of unhappiness.