personal security

Chapter 957

In the ward on the top floor of the small building, there are always many people around the sickbed. Even if there are no outsiders to visit sometimes, there are still doctors and special nurses around him to take care of him.Man Xiaotian was also wearing a white coat and had been waiting by the hospital bed. He and Dean Ma discussed a prescription. The old man slept more and more every day, but there was no pain. Reaction, sometimes when I wake up, I call my grandson and great-grandson to accompany me.

Xiaolonglong is also very well-behaved. Sometimes he holds the grandfather's hand and sits for more than half an hour. What a pity for a child who is only a little over four years old. He is already so sensible when he is stubborn.

And today is the No. 13 day that Mr. Liu survived miraculously, the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month.

The 23rd day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar is known as the Xiaonian among the people, and it is a festival to worship the Zao Lord.Legend has it that this great god will ascend to heaven today and report all the good and evil things that people have done in the past year to the heavenly court.In order to hope that the god will be merciful, many people will sacrifice meat and wine on this day, hoping that he will go to heaven to say good things and return to the palace to bring good luck.

However, the number "13" is regarded as an unlucky number by some countries and nations in the West.Greek mythology says that at the Hafra banquet, 12 gods were present.During the banquet, an uninvited guest - Loki, the god of trouble and noise, suddenly broke in.The intrusion of the 13th visitor caused the death of Bert, who was favored by the gods.

Another widely circulated theory is that it is said that Jesus had a dinner with his disciples before his death.The 13th person who attended the dinner was Judas, a disciple of Jesus.It was this Judas who betrayed Jesus to the Jewish authorities for 30 silver dollars, causing Jesus to be tortured.There were 13 people who participated in the Last Supper, and the date of the dinner coincided with the 13th, and "13" brought suffering and misfortune to Jesus.Since then, "13" has been considered a symbol of misfortune, so "13" has become the most taboo number in the western world.

Because of the taboo, Westerners do everything possible to avoid contact with "13".In the Netherlands, it is difficult for people to find the house numbers of building 13 and 13.They replaced the number 12 with "13a".In British theaters, you can't find 13 rows and 13 seats.The French are smart, and there is usually a pedestrian passage between the 12th and 14th rows of the theater.In addition, people are also taboo to travel on the 13th, and even more taboo to eat with 13 people at the same table, and 13 dishes are even more unacceptable.

It is precisely from this point of view that many high-rise buildings do not have a 13th floor, and the elevator carries passengers past the 12th floor to the 14th floor.

Of course, all of this can only be a legend. So many people have misunderstood and hated "Thirteen" for thousands of years, which makes this helpless number aggrieved.

However, when Zhao Jianhui woke up early this morning, he felt very restless.Long Lingyun looked at him in a daze just after getting up, and thoughtfully stretched out his hand to test his temperature on his forehead, and felt nothing unusual, so he went out and brought a cup of boiling water with honey: "Don't smoke so much Alright, drink a glass of water to moisturize your lungs..."

Zhao Jianhui sat quietly on the bed, looking in the direction of the door with deep eyes.Long Lingyun knew that this man had a warm and fragile heart under his strong appearance, and at this moment, this heart was probably broken.In the bathroom last night, she clearly heard Zhao Jianhui put down his disguise and cry bitterly.Naturally, she felt that she and Longlong should be with him, so that Zhao Jianhui's grief could be greatly relieved.

She held the cup persistently and stood beside Zhao Jianhui until he stretched out his hand to take it, and then said lightly: "I took Ye Qiuyu and the others to see grandpa this morning. After all, the children are all close relatives of the Liu family." flesh and blood……"

Seeing her a bit thin, but still fresh and beautiful face, Zhao Jianhui drank the honey water in the quilt in one gulp, and when Long Lingyun reached out to take the cup, he hugged her into his arms: "Thank you Your generosity, Long Lingyun, I only now know that marrying you back then was the wisest and most correct choice in my life!!"

Long Lingyun struggled twice, but couldn't break free from Zhao Jianhui's strong arm. She couldn't help but stretched out her fist and hammered hard on Zhao Jianhui's back. The small fist fell down like raindrops, and the sound of crying had already rang out in the room : "Do you think I'm so good? If it wasn't for my son, I wouldn't even talk to you. Maybe, this is my fate. Who made me fall in love with you..."

Before she could finish her words, her cherry lips were blocked by Zhao Jianhui's lips, and the next moment, Zhao Jianhui's hand was already stretched in through the opening of the pajamas.Immediately afterwards, Zhao Jianhui's hand grabbed her along the edge of the elastic band, and the black lace slipped down to her ankle.

Before Long Lingyun could cry out, he had already pulled out her left leg, squeezed her right leg between her twisting thighs, inserted her thigh between her two legs side by side, and pressed her left foot against her The ankle of her right foot, bent her right foot, lowered her body, and pushed her hard on the big bed next to her. As soon as she was short, she had been pushed onto the bed by him, and Zhao Jianhui's two legs of Xuebai### were completely separated.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui's slightly red eyes and that stern face, Long Lingyun was not struggling. She knew that the severe pain suppressed in this man's heart was on the verge of erupting.

Zhao Jianhui pulled her waist toward the edge of the bed, bent her knees slightly, and when the familiar swelling filled him, Long Lingyun opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't help sighing "um".

Zhao Jianhui hugged her stilt legs tightly, crazily hitting her body again and again.Long Lingyun's hand grasped her tighter and tighter. Following Zhao Jianhui's rhythm, he trembled when pushing in, then relaxed, and then trembled again...

In her mouth, she began to send out a confused ###: "Don't... I... stop... okay... I'm so uncomfortable, I'm going to die... Don't move, I'm going to die... "

I don't know how much time has passed, but Zhao Jianhui's movements are getting faster and faster, and Long Lingyun has almost lost the strength to make a sound. Her half-closed mouth is only left with a low whine and rapid panting.Her thighs contracted rhythmically like cramps again and again. On her two pairs of little feet, the ten toes as exquisite as green onions were tightly closed together, the toes were straight, and Zhao Jianhui's shoulders couldn't stop drawing. With a very regular circle...

In the outer room of the ward suite.A middle-aged nurse in her 40s wearing a white nurse uniform was sitting on the sofa, carefully checking the medicines in the medicine box. She had fair skin and a beautiful appearance. When she saw Dean Ma approaching, she hurriedly got up and said hello. Dean Ma nodded slightly. This nurse is the head nurse of the department. She has been an advanced worker of the general hospital for several years. She is serious, responsible and extremely careful in her work. When discussing the resident nurses in the hospital, almost everyone thinks that she is doing her part. Candidates.

At this time, passing the review and staying in Mr. Liu's ward for nursing care would undoubtedly be an extremely precious spiritual wealth.

"Who's in there?" Dean Ma pointed to the inner room of the suite with a low voice.

"Little chief and general secretary." The head nurse also answered cautiously, and Dean Ma let out an oh.The members of the medical team are already used to calling Mr. Liu's grandson the little chief, and Dean Ma knows this.Therefore, as soon as the head nurse said that the little chief was inside, he immediately knew who was inside.

These days, the most powerful figures in the country have come and gone.Therefore, although the general secretary came to visit for the third time, it was still a bit surprising, but it did not arouse Dean Ma's surprise.So, he sat down in the outside room, prepared his words, and thought about how he should reply when the general secretary came out to inquire about Mr. Liu's condition.This has almost become a routine. Every visitor who comes out of the ward always asks about Mr. Liu's condition.

However, this time, he sat outside for a full hour, and the people inside hadn't come out yet, which made him very surprised.The door of the inner room is tightly closed, and the sealing performance is very good, not to mention the sound insulation effect. Even if you sit by the door, you can't hear what the people inside are saying.

The lounge next door to the ward suite was filled with people, but it was very strange that none of the second generation members of the Liu family showed up today. The women inside were led by Long Lingyun, Gan Xiaojing, Ye Qiuyu, Dongfang Wenjing, Zhao Xiaoting, Pan Feifei, Xu Manli, You Xiaoran, Yang Dandan, Liu Juan, Mei Lin, Yang Shanshan, Fu Di, Yuan Yiyi, Louise Polly, Dafeng, Erfeng, Vanilla, Yang Xueying and other women are all here.

What surprised the other women the most was that there was a very strange face inside. Zhou Wanyi sat quietly on the sofa inside without talking to anyone. , Xiaomaza, all sat full.But no one spoke, the atmosphere was very oppressive, and only slight breathing could be heard.

Originally, Long Lingyun brought these women and children to see Mr. Liu, but he and Zhao Jianhui had just arrived when the general secretary came.It took nearly two hours to go in. No one knew why the general secretary stayed in the ward for such a long time this time. Gan Xiaojing and Liu Juan couldn't help guessing in their hearts that the general secretary and my man were inside. Say something?

"Sister Gan, what do you think the general secretary is talking about with him?" Liu Juan asked Gan Xiaojing in a low voice.

Gan Xiaojing shook her head lightly. Zhao Jianhui shouldered too much. In any case, the death of Mr. Liu will eventually rewrite the political map of the high-level, and there will inevitably be a short-term political reorganization in the domestic political arena. The peripheral personnel may still become sought-after meat and potatoes at this time, but the core layer of the Liu family is bound to suffer some shocks.

What will happen in the end can only be seen clearly after the fog clears. Only God knows what will happen now.

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