The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 67
"It's not grounded! It's just high above, it doesn't feel like it's on the ground!" Ran Zijin remembered what those people in the company had said about Leng Shao, so he picked up a sentence and told him.

"I'm not on the ground, could it be that I'm in the sky?" Leng Muxuan raised his eyebrows, so he was such an existence in the eyes of others!

"Don't you say you are a god? God is in the sky. You are not clingy at all."

"How is it possible, do you think I'm not popular?" Leng Muxuan asked arrogantly, but he remembered this little girl, saying that she was the most humane in front of him more than once!
"No. I think you are very good, very good! You are a very good person!" Ran Zijin said firmly, and then explained, "Those who say you are not popular are people who don't know you. If they talk to you If I get to know you as deeply as I do, I will find out how good you are!"

understand deeper!

Leng Muxuan coughed violently, and in a few words from Ran Zijin, he grasped these four key words!
understand deeper!

"What's wrong with you? Are you not in good health? Would you like the doctor to prescribe some medicine before we go?" Ran Zijin slightly raised his head in confusion, looking at Leng Muxuan's side face.

"No, no. It's just a little itchy throat." Leng Muxuan made an excuse.

He really wanted to get to know Ran Zijin a long time ago, but the opportunity was not ripe enough.

And this kind of thinking became very strong after Ran Zijin moved into his home, every night he wanted her to be tight.

He could watch her parade in front of his eyes in her pajamas, the feeling that she could see the meat but not eat the meat was simply too tortured.

"Then you should smoke less in the future! If you smoke too much, it will be bad for your health, and of course your throat will be uncomfortable." Ran Zijin knew that Leng Muxuan would smoke, but he was very restrained and would not smoke too much, at most he would only smoke in some places. Socialize on occasions, or smoke when thinking about things.

"En." At this moment, Leng Muxuan happily decided that he would quit smoking, and because of Ran Zijin's words, he would quit smoking.

He took Ran Zijin's hand that was pulling his sleeve, and put it in his palm, "It's comfortable to hold, the sleeves of the clothes are all damaged by you."

"No way!" Ran Zijin suddenly blushed like a tomato, pulled his hand from Leng Muxuan's hand, and walked forward as fast as a trot.

Leng Muxuan's tightly pursed lips pulled out a line, and the two corners of his mouth turned up slightly, then he chased after her, took the initiative to hold her hand, and said solemnly: "If you don't hold me, you will never find me in a while. "

"Where are you going?" Ran Zijin was led by Leng Muxuan into the elevator.

"Don't tell you."

Ran Zijin saw Leng Muxuan's child-like cheeks through the bright walls of the elevator, and then followed the cheeks down to the hands they were holding together.

The big hand was holding the small hand, and the small hand was wrapped in warm fingers. She looked up at her face again, her face was as red as blood, and the heartbeat in her small chest seemed to be out of rhythm.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Leng Muxuan let go of Ran Zijin's hand and went to pick up the car, "Wait for me here."

"Okay." Ran Zijin stood at the door of the hospital, waiting for him to come back.

Standing with nothing to do, she turned around to look at the people around her. Although it was late at night, the hospital was full of people.

Suddenly a familiar figure appeared in Ran Zijin's eyelids, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and opened them again carefully, only to be sure that he was indeed that person!

Suddenly feeling as if all the strength in her body had been drained, she hastily leaned against the marble pillar beside her, so as not to fall over.

She saw her father, but he didn't see her!

She moved her body slowly, hid behind the marble pillar, and watched him walk into the elevator in a daze, but didn't come out from behind the marble pillar, but squeezed the pillar even tighter.

This is the second time Ran Zijin met him at Lanshan Hospital.

The last time she was brought by Leng Muxuan to treat her wounds, she was sitting on a chair in the corridor, and saw his figure as soon as she turned her head, and then she was frightened and slipped into Leng Muxuan's arms.

This time it was Fat Duner who passed away, why did he appear here again?
Ran Zijin frowned, the mood that had eased a little earlier began to turn bad again, and he kept thinking about what that person came to the hospital for, could it be that he was sick?
However, with the vigorous pace he walked just now, there was no sign of illness at all, so what happened?

When Leng Muxuan drove the car over, he saw Ran Zijin hugging the marble pillar, nervously staring at a certain part of the hospital lobby in a daze, and didn't even notice his car coming.

He honked the car horn, but she still didn't respond. He honked it again, and she turned around slowly. After seeing him, she quickly ran into the car.

"What were you looking at just now?" Leng Muxuan also looked into the hospital hall through the half-opened car window, but there was nothing unusual about the people coming and going.

"It's nothing. There are always scary scenes in the hospital." Ran Zijin explained casually, and then said, "Drive, we have to go back to the orphanage."

"Yeah." Leng Muxuan started the car, and then looked at Ran Zijin, who had a bad face, "Since you know that there are always scary scenes in the hospital, don't think about it. There is nothing to be afraid of. Life and death are human nature, and there will always be scares in the whole life." Been through it many times."

"I know. But sometimes I just can't control my emotions." Ran Zijin knew that Leng Muxuan thought he had seen a ghost again. The last time she met that person, he thought he had met a ghost.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't meet a ghost, but someone more terrifying than a ghost, but she couldn't say it.

This secret has been with her for more than ten years, and she has never told anyone. Every time she wants to speak out, she feels that no one can make her do so.

Gu Mama can't do it, Hu Die can't do it, and Leng Muxuan can't do it now, she is the only one who bears it alone.

If I had to say that someone had shared some of the burden for me, then that person could only be Qiao Zheqing.

But Qiao Zheqing only knew one thing and didn't know the other, at least he didn't know who the murderer of his mother's car accident was.

When she said just now that she could not control her emotions, she actually meant that she would not be able to control her emotions when she met that person. The flame of resentment seemed to be doused with gasoline the moment she met that person. All of a sudden it was burned into a raging fire.

It will take her a long, long time to calm down the flames of hatred.

Fat Duner's funeral was very simple, and it was held with the children of the orphanage on their backs.

According to Fat Duner's last words, Ran Zijin told the children that he was picked up by his parents.

But in fact, at the small funeral, Chubby's parents did not show up.

Ran Zijin stood beside Leng Muxuan with tears streaming down his face, her hand was held in his.

"His parents have forgotten him, and they probably will never remember that they had such a child..."

"We will never forget him. We are his relatives." Leng Muxuan wiped her tears and took her into his arms, "We should go back."

"En." Ran Zijin followed Leng Muxuan's footsteps, walked down the hill, got into the car and went back to the city.

Leng Muxuan accompanied her back to the orphanage, and it has been delayed for half a day. Luo Yining rushed back early in the morning to help him complete the morning work.

Of course, there are some things that Luo Yining can't do, so they have to be pushed back.

Ran Zijin knew that if one of these arrangements made a mistake, the rest would have to be changed accordingly.

If one minute of oneself is just time, and one minute of Leng Muxuan is money, countless money.

(End of this chapter)