Beauty's Devil Guard

In the villa, they had a joyous afternoon. At ten o'clock in the evening, Xiaoyu drove her red Ferrari and took Xiaoyi to the driving school to sign up.

Such a big Jianghua group, of course, will have its own driving school, as far as driving school. He is very famous in Jianghai, and the teachers in the driving school are all senior drivers. The teaching conditions in driving schools are also among the best in the world.

Yuanda driving school not only sends drivers to Jianghua group regularly and quantitatively, but also many young masters and ladies of Jianghai celebrities come here to learn how to drive. Moreover, in the circle is a driving school in the Whampoa Military Academy.

Of course, Yuanda driving school is not affordable for ordinary people. How many people are scared by the high tuition fees.

However, Xiao Yi doesn't have to spend money. This is the property of the Zhong family. Zhong Xiaoyu, the daughter of the Zhong family, brought her here. Naturally, she received a warm reception from the driving school staff.

"This is my boyfriend, Xiao Yi." Zhong Xiaoyu introduced to a 20-year-old female office worker in the office.

The female office worker, while making tea for Zhong Xiaoyu and Xiao Yi in the water dispenser, said with a smile: "Congratulations, Miss Zhong, you have found your husband."

Then, the female office staff turned the two cups of tea upside down. Slightly bent, respectfully standing beside Zhong Xiaoyu, he asked carefully: "I don't know what instructions Miss Zhong has when she comes to our driving school today? Our headmaster has gone out today, otherwise he will come to meet Miss Zhong in person. "

Zhong Xiaoyu's respect for the female office workers is not in the eye, but slightly raised her delicate chin and coldly ordered: "I'm not here today to find your Dean. My boyfriend can't drive. Recently, he comes to the driving school every day to learn how to drive.

You quickly arrange for the best driver in the driving school to be his master. "

At this moment, Zhong Xiaoyu, who is in front of the outsider, returns to her arrogant and expensive identity. A short speech has its own dignity and can't be refused by others.

"Yes, we will arrange it quickly." Female office workers will respond respectfully immediately.

"That's natural. Let your headmaster pay more attention "Zhong Xiaoyu once again ordered, put down the hot tea that he had not tasted, and said to Xiao Yi," let's go and have dinner. Tomorrow morning, you come here to report. "

Xiao Yi looks at Zhong Xiaoyu and stands up, quickly takes a cup of hot tea that has just been brewed in his hand

, takes a big mouthful in a hurry, and then follows Zhong Xiaoyu out of the driving school office in a hurry.

In the office, the pretty young woman clerk frowned at the two people who had gone away. Xiao Yi's last act of not giving up drinking tea, cough, is really a little obscene.

Shangxiaohong is the principal's secretary. Heard that the group Miss came, immediately panic to meet in person. Miss Zhong is still so arrogant and aloof, with a big lady's dignity in it. Just, Shang Xiaohong does not understand, the new boyfriend that follows beside, how unexpectedly can't drive? How can I be so obscene that I can't give up a cup of hot tea before I leave?

Actually, there are some people who don't deserve Miss clock. Shang Xiaohong pondered in her heart, but after all, she was the man Miss Zhong fell in love with. She is a little person, murmured two words in her heart, quickly buried her head and began to make some arrangements for Xiaoyi to learn to drive.

"Let's go to yejianghai..." Zhong Xiaoyu drives the car and suggests to Xiao Yi.

"Well, whatever." For Xiao Yi, the food outside is more delicious than that on the mountain. It's the same everywhere. It's a delicious swallow for him.

The red Ferrari is heading for yejianghai hotel.

The night Jianghai hotel is still as prosperous as the night of Jianghai. The luxury cars in front of the hotel are crowded, and there are no empty seats in the hotel. Laugh and talk.

Of course, there are also waitresses in sexy red uniforms swimming through the hotel. That hip swings left and right, it's really a beautiful scenery.

In the box, Zhong Xiaoyu ordered a table of good dishes. Xiao Yi a sea to eat, Zhong Xiaoyu chew slowly swallow, eat up extremely lady.

However, they didn't drink anything to help. It didn't take long just to eat.

When coming down from the hotel, Zhong Xiaoyu skillfully brushes the VIP card at the front desk. The waitress at the front desk looks at the balance displayed on Zhong Xiaoyu's VIP card, the long string of zeros. Heart slightly tremble, extremely respectful hands picked up Zhong Xiaoyu's VIP card returned.

"Miss, there is a balance of 880000 on the card. Please keep it properly." The waitress's warm mouth reminds a way.

"A little money, nothing to keep." Zhong Xiaoyu absently takes the VIP card and puts it back in his wallet. Then, he said to Xiao Yi, "let's go."

The front desk maid was surprised at what she said. It's true that there are not a few tycoons coming to the hotel. There are many rich people. It's true that there are only a few hundred thousand VIP cards in the hotel.

However, is secretly surprised the waitress looked at Zhong Xiaoyu's side Xiaoyi. Leng Leng, but it is showing a bit of contempt.All along, men and women have dinner together, and men pay the bill. What's wonderful about this couple is that women pay the bill. What's more, men still look like they think they are.

"Little white face." Waitress gently in the mouth nagging, and then buried his head into the work.

Xiao Yi, who is being carried forward by Zhong Xiaoyu, has a good body. The whole face, is up to a pig liver color.

At the beginning, Xiao Yi turned around and clearly saw the disdain of the waitress for herself. At this moment, he, a master of the Tang clan, naturally heard better than ordinary people. The low inaudible words of the waitress were clearly heard by him.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Xiaoyu sees Xiao Yi Dun to come down, raise a head to doubt of ask a way.

"Nothing. Let's go. "Xiao Yi gently replied, and then strode toward the outside of the hotel.

However, deep in his heart, Xiao Yi began to think a lot. This is the first time that Xiao Yi feels the identity gap between himself and Zhong Xiaoyu. Now, Zhong Xiaoyu is a young lady of thousands of gold, and he is just a little-known poor boy. In the future, you can't eat soft food, be a little white face, be the car of the Zhong family, and eat the meal of the Zhong family all your life? Of course, and the lady of Shangzhong family?

"Money."

Xiao Yi clenched his fist and spat out the word in the bottom of his heart. For the first time, Xiao Yi's desire to make money sprouted from the bottom of his heart.

Back to Huahai villas, the night is dim. Xiao Yu and Zhong Xiaoyi return to their respective villas.

Xiao Yi after a shower,. Stand in front of the windowsill. Fiddling with his telescope, he found that there was no light in the villa opposite Zhong Xiaoyu.

Tonight, there is no sign of the sky. After Xiao Yi recognized the situation, he turned off the light in the room and lay on the bed.

After a tense night, Zhang Jiangmin finally woke up in the first hospital. And it was transferred to the best luxury ward in the hospital.

Secretary Niu, who had been waiting outside the emergency room, breathed a sigh. President Xu of the hospital gave a long breath. The middle-aged driver, who was waiting, breathed a sigh.

"Secretary Zhang is all right. Secretary Niu, you can go in and have a look." President Xu felt that Zhang Weimin's physical indicators were normal. He was smiling and said carefully to Secretary Niu.

"The loan for your hospital next year is settled."

Secretary Niu patted president Xu of the hospital on the shoulder, spoke seriously, and then quickly walked into the ward.

Cao Xiong, the doctor in charge of rescuing the old secretary Zhang Weimin, is still sitting in the office with a puzzled face. Zhang Weimin, the old secretary, did not understand his illness. From the time of onset, as well as the deterioration of the disease, Zhang Weimin's condition should have deteriorated to incurable.

But I don't know why at the most critical time. Zhang Weimin's hypertension was stifled and did not continue to worsen. With so many years of clinical experience and medical knowledge, it is impossible to explain.

"Lao Cao, you have made great achievements this time." President Xu Changqing walked into Cao Xiong's lounge and said with a long smile.

Listening to Xu Changqing's praise, Cao Xiong, an old doctor for many years, stood up and quickly expressed his doubts.

After hearing Lao Cao's doubts, Xu Changqing hesitated for a moment. But again a long smile, mouth is very happy way: "don't think about it, the key is the old secretary wake up well, that is the biggest happy event. Maybe the old secretary Ji Ren has his own way. Secretary Niu said that the loan for next year has been decided. Yes, yes, a loan of 100 million yuan. "

Cao Xiong looked at Dean Xu, who had not been so happy for a long time, and finally buried all his doubts in his heart. He said with a smile, "maybe Secretary Zhang is really a lucky man and has his own way. Congratulations to President Xu for getting that loan for our hospital. "

"It's not me. It's your old Cao who got it for our hospital." President Xu Changqing's voice, once again a little high pitched.

Late at night, Niu Shu left the hospital at the urging of Zhang Weimin. Secretary Zhang, who advocated simplicity, did not listen to Secretary Niu's arrangement and let a large group of people around him, guarding his bed day and night and taking good care of himself.

Zhang Weimin has no children. All these years, Zhao Xing, the middle-aged driver, has been taking good care of him. This evening, he was called to the hospital bed again, dragging his tired body to guard the old secretary Zhang Weimin.

"Xiao Zhao, it's really hard for you." Zhang Weimin looked at Zhao Xing with blood in his eyes and said in a weak voice.

"It's my honor to serve the old secretary." This is what Zhao Xing said from the bottom of his heart. It doesn't seem artificial at the moment.

Zhang Weimin smiles happily, then frowns and asks Zhao Xing, "I remember something happened on my way back. How did that matter be solved in the end? "