Deliberately play nice!The hotel butler was driven crazy!

When Song Nina woke up again, she found that she was lying back on the hospital bed.

A needle was inserted into the back of one hand for infusion, while the other hand was wrapped in gauze.

She lowered her head and looked around, feeling a little lost, unable to remember what she had done before.

At this time, a calm female voice sounded beside him, saying with obvious concern,
"Are you awake? Is there any discomfort? The doctor said that you may feel a headache, and you are undergoing infusion treatment now. I'm afraid you have to bear it first."

Following the voice, Song Nina raised her head, and saw Mo Lan sitting beside her bed with a gentle smile, looking at her with concern.

"I used to be."

"You just passed out."

Mo Lan nodded, confirming Song Nina's doubts.

"Oh, I see."

Song Nina responded in a muffled voice, with an unconcealable exhaustion on her face.

Mo Lan lightly touched the back of her hand on one side and asked,
"Does it still hurt? Just before you fainted, you rubbed against the wall."

Song Nina tried to move, but she didn't feel anything.
"Fortunately, it doesn't hurt."

Mo Lan smiled meaningfully, and she didn't know if she was muttering to herself or talking to herself.

"I've wronged you, Long Xin's reactions are really slow sometimes."

Song Nina didn't speak.

She half-closed her eyes in a daze, her mind was empty, and she couldn't gather energy no matter what.

Looking at her state, Mo Lan knew that the medicine had already taken effect, so she deliberately lowered her voice, and comforted her,
"When you are tired, rest first, close your eyes, and have a good sleep."

And Song Nina's last little memory is that she involuntarily closed her eyes, and then subconsciously said,
"Okay, thank you."

After 5 minutes

Mo Lan walked out of the ward lightly, looked at Long Xiangbo who was waiting for her at the door, nodded and said,

"Fell asleep."

"Well, let's go too."

Long Xiangbo took Mo Lan's hand and walked straight upstairs to the ward.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, Mo Lan's cell phone suddenly sounded a special notification tone.

Long Xiangbo turned his head and asked,
"what sound?"

Mo Lan paused, then moved again in the next second, walked to the small table in two steps, turned on her computer neatly, and said at the same time,
"Olan sent an email, and it seems that the matter that asked him to check has some clues."

"Oran?"

Long Xiangbo was actually a little concerned that Mo Lan would call another man so affectionately, but this was not the time to worry about it.

He walked over behind Mo Lan, looked down at the little butler typing on the keyboard, and soon opened an internal mailbox from the hidden interface.

Long Xiangbo couldn't help being a little surprised, raised his eyebrows and asked,

"Your interface looks familiar, did you make it yourself?"

"no,"

Mo Lan looked up at the man who was suddenly curious, and patiently explained,
"Made by a friend I've never met,"

Merlin paused for a moment before continuing,

"It's a hacker."

After she finished speaking, she immediately raised her head to look at Long Xiangbo, with a hint of distrust flashing in her eyes, she frowned slightly and asked,
"You don't want to arrest someone, do you?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Long Xiangbo rubbed the top of Mo Lan's head, dumbfounded, looked down at this seemingly simple but actually hidden mystery interface, and said in a deep voice,
"I'm so free, I have nothing to do to catch people to play. As long as this person does not commit crimes, we will not violate the river."

"Really? But "Dragon Scale"."

Long Xiangbo naturally understood what Mo Lan was worried about, so he shook his head and explained,

"Since "Dragon Scale" is in charge of a special task, its authority is also special. In fact, we are very willing to recruit ghosts from all walks of life,"

And speaking of this, Long Xiangbo suddenly turned his head, looked at the beautiful little milk cat that was close at hand, rubbed the tip of her plump nose, deliberately let out his voice, and let out a muffled subwoofer, deep and deep like a beating The drum in Mo Lan's heart is full of meaning,
"For example, the person sitting in front of me right now, and your mysterious friend, are all the ones I want to recruit.

I just don't know, miss, would you like it? "

Hearing the words, Mo Lan didn't back down but advanced, and suddenly boldly kissed Long Xiangbo's lips, and with a pair of red ear tips, she smiled faintly,
"It's not impossible, but I don't know if Master Long has any good terms to exchange?"

Long Xiangbo raised half of his eyebrows, his face showed a cynicism that rarely appeared on weekdays, and his peach blossom eyes were flirtatious with an extremely ambiguous pale pink color.
As if he was going to wipe out the person in the next second, he tilted his head and rubbed against those soft lips, entangled and separated, and pulled repeatedly,

"Why don't I make a promise with my body? I don't know this condition, is Ms. Mo still satisfied?"