January 8, 2001, fine, location: a hospital in Changchun

A week later, I returned to Changchun, just one week, like three lives.

The luxurious single room, a rare luxury in Changchun, is a VIP room prepared for big leaders, with first-class equipment.

The painting male has contracted 7 rooms, the injured are treated, and the injured are recuperated.

Room 1:

Painted Male lay on the bed smiling, changing his usual cold face. On the sofa in front of the bed sat a woman, it was Zoria, the wife of Kao.

It was warm inside, and Soria wore only a slinky long skirt with an aqua blue skirt that framed her delicate curves, and Cartier's logo indicated that the dress was worth a lot.

Her curly golden hair, hanging down her shoulders, half-encircled her delicate face. Soria is not the type of small jasper, but a typical American lady. She belongs to the kind of mature woman who is heroic when riding a horse, mature and experienced in golf, comfortable in the mall, and has a degree of relaxation in the night market. In the United States, this kind of person has a mature label called socialite.

Soria poured a glass of red wine for Tuxiong, which was the best goods flown in from France. Instead of clinking glasses with Soria, he kept smiling stupidly, and Soria never bothered him, so he sat back on the sofa and tasted it alone.

The delicate red lips complement the cognac in the glass.

I really don't know what Old Burke thinks, marrying this flower-like daughter to the little Japanese painter, these two have completely different personalities and hobbies, and they don't look like two people, according to Chinese saying, there is no husband and wife.

Room 2:

Brother Qiang half-erected the hospital bed, sat on the bed and drank tea, and there was a high-end tea table on the table. The room was filled with the smell of big red robes. Brother Qiang looked good, his face was flushed, he didn't suffer any injuries originally, mainly because he was overfrightened and overworked, but now he has completely adjusted.

In front of the bed sat two women, one in his 40s, very dignified, who was sorting out Brother Qiang's clothes. The other is thirty-five or sixteen years old, very delicate, not very beautiful, but has a good temperament, is pouring tea for Brother Qiang, her movements are skillful and elegant.

There was a woman sitting on the sofa watching TV, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, very beautiful, even a little demonic, the woman giggled while watching TV.

"Third child, you be quiet, what's so funny about watching TV, I can't even drink tea. I said that you know how to play every day, and you can learn something useful. Although you can't keep your home in order like the boss, you have to learn from the second child, you see the second child is making tea now, hey, it's really authentic."

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Room 3:

There was no one on the bed, and there was only one person in the room standing on the floor, with his back to the door, standing in front of the table folding clothes, which were a faded military uniform with the insignia of the Japanese army.

This person was, of course, Ma Qian, who folded his clothes neatly and put a golden-eyed snake sign on it.

Room 4:

The cattle are wreaking, and the ground is full of parts. There are steel pipes, there are display screens, and there are various screws. This guy was squatting in the ground studying, the TV on the wall was gone, and the hospital bed was torn down.

Room 5:

I'm going, lively, having a whole party in the hospital?

Four little girls waited, this was obviously the waiter of the hotel, all wearing hotel clothes.

There are dozens of beautiful women sitting and standing on the sofa on the bed, wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes, all of which look like night games.

This group of women's "elder brother and elder brother" circled around a man.

The table was very rich, a table of dishes, and a neckless man in the middle seat was Zhao Baixiong, who was holding a girl drinking a burning knife, and put a piece of fat intestine in his mouth with a wicked smile......

Room 6:

There was no one, and the name was written on the bed: Zhao Qingmai

Room 7:

Quiet and spotlessly clean.

On the bed lay a woman, pale and painted, and she was the most injured of the group.

Huaxin is a typical oriental beauty, not tall, revealing a classical beauty. The snow-white skin is as delicate as if it is about to flow out of the water at any time.

She has a leg injury and can't move, and all her care is taken care of by the man under the bed, including feeding her and changing her diaper. Huaxin trusted the man very much, the two didn't say a word, they all made eye contact, and she kept looking at the man sweetly.

The man was tall and walked with a limp.

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