President's wife

"Just got off the plane, are you tired?" Uncle Luo patted the girl on the head. This is his daughter, whom he hasn't seen for a long time, even though he will make long-distance calls every month to come back to greet her.But when a person gets older, he will miss his children and always look forward to a reunion for a meal, so he will be very satisfied.

Roland let go of Uncle Luo, "It's not tiring to fly, but it's tiring to hide from reporters."

"Who made my daughter so capable." Uncle Luo smiled, wrinkles accumulated at the corners of his eyes, which were the traces of time.

The girl coquettishly said, "Dad, you will praise me!"

"Okay, come in quickly." Uncle Luo opened the door, "This is Yunhua Pavilion, where I have lived all my life, so you can stay here for a while."

"It doesn't matter where I live, as long as I live with my dad, I'm happy."

Uncle Luo was very happy, "Your mouth is so sweet, what kind of candy do you eat, do you have a boyfriend abroad, when will you bring it to Dad to see?"

Hearing this, Roland felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone was holding a sharp stone and digging into her heart.

This is the hometown of that person, so I will meet him someday.

My heart ached, but I still kept a smile on my face, "Where is it?"

Uncle Luo wanted to carry Roland's luggage upstairs, but Roland refused. Dad was in poor health and couldn't carry heavy things.

Long Qingye and Bai Yaoyu came face to face.

She handled the documents for Long Qingye until late at night last night, before halfway through, she fell asleep on the table and was already in the guest room when she woke up.

"Master, this is my daughter, Roland." Uncle Luo introduced, "Lan Lan, call me Master."

Roland was very obedient, like a maid in ancient times shouted to her master, "Hello, young master, hello young lady."

Bai Yaoyu was struck by lightning, "I'm not, you misunderstood."

Uncle Luo tugged at the corner of her clothes, and Roland realized that if it wasn't, then it should be. . . . . .

"Sorry." Roland smiled, his face changed suddenly, "Master, your wound is inflamed."

As expected of a genius doctor, Bai Yaoyu took off his suit jacket. Sure enough, the gauze bandaged yesterday was already soaked in blood, even his shirt was stained with blood.

Last night, Long Qingye thought that he just licked the corner of the table, so nothing would happen, but he didn't expect the wound to become inflamed today. When did he become so delicate?

"President, I really have an inflammation." Bai Yaoyu exclaimed, not only had an inflammation, but also festered a little.

what to do?Dr. Chen is no longer in City A, he refuses to go to the hospital, and she doesn't know how to bandage, so she can't let the wound continue to fester.

"I'll do it." Roland was also a doctor.This kind of minor injury is not common for her.

Suspicious eyes looked at her, as if they didn't believe her.

Uncle Luo explained, "Her name is Roland. She is a professional doctor. She knows how to treat wounds. Don't worry if you leave it to her, Miss Bai."

Roland?This name seems to have been heard somewhere, could it be. . . . . .

"Then trouble you."

Roland squatted down and took out some potions and medical tools from the suitcase.There are not many clothes in her luggage, but bottles and cans take up a lot.

Soon, Roland re-bandaged Long Qingye's wound.