Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

White some nearly transparent skin, sharp chin like an awl, red lips and white teeth, with a bright and relaxed smile.

This person is like a fragrant rose, growing out of countless stacked corpses, with small black patterns growing on the edge of the wine red petals, as if it had been subjected to some witchcraft.

He looks very relaxed and beautiful. He has a innocent face, but his roots are rotten. He grows out of the thick black water. Every time he stretches, the air around him stinks.

If such a person is Gu Beihua's son, he is not surprised at all.

One smelts his body into the most fertile and abundant abnormal land, and the other is the devil like kaolin flower growing on this land. It's really very suitable

be tarred with the same brush the same lair.

There was a red light at the intersection in front of him. Ah zhe stopped the car at a constant speed and said, "young master, do you want to call young master Xiao together?"

Mu Yunshen instantly recovered, subconsciously turned his head, and his eyes fell on the rearview mirror. The slight cold in his pupils was soon replaced by the heat. He sighed gently and said, "call him. I'll call him."

At the moment, in the private hospital of the Mu group, the attending doctor just received the phone call from the boss's assistant. After hearing it with fear, he immediately got up and went to the special ward.

Tan Jing sat by the window and looked at the tree.

Clear as water sunlight through each other's stacked branches and leaves leakage, in her pale as paper on the face of large and small bright patches.

One of the pieces fell directly on her left eye, but she just squinted a little and didn't get away immediately.

It's so warm. It's a long lost warmth.

Although it is very dazzling, but a little reluctant to avoid.

When the doctor suddenly pushed the door in, she turned to look at it. Her eyes looked like a pool of stagnant water without any anger, and her face was as numb as ever.

During this period of time, she also cooperated with the treatment. She didn't eat less, but her body was not good, and her withered muscles couldn't be recovered for a long time. Even if all the physical examination indexes of her body had reached the basic normal level, her face would never look like a little warm and lustrous.

Tan Jing looked at the doctor awkwardly for a while, her head tilted to the side, "Hello, what's up?"

Although she had been able to speak before, somehow, her voice always sounded so hoarse and unfamiliar, just like a child who had just learned to speak.

The doctor has been no surprise, raised his hand to help the eyes, business said, "12 beds, you can clean up for discharge."

Hearing this, the iceberg expression on Tan Jing's face, which seemed to have remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years, finally loosened and opened a gap, and an incredible smell came out of it, "what do you say?"

As she spoke, her throat moved violently and rapidly, her eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes seemed almost tottering, as if they might fall out of her withered eyes at any time.

“......”

Seeing that she suddenly became like this, Rao Shi, a doctor who often met with her on weekdays, could not help but be frightened. But the next second, he calmed down and coughed softly. "It's Mr. Mu's order that you can leave the hospital, so you should clean up by yourself. Someone will come to pick you up later."

Tan Jing was even more confused. Her thin face was not as big as a palm. She was at a loss.

Someone's coming to pick her up?

Who will come?

Tan Jing thought she had worked hard for nearly ten years in this Mai Cheng, but in the end, all she did were evil activities, and in the end, all the effects of these activities came back to her.

It's so self inflicted. How could anyone be willing to take her out of the hospital.

Thinking of this, Tan Jing slightly mocked herself and gave herself a scornful sneer.

But before she could ask a few more questions, the doctor turned away in a hurry and did not forget to close the door of the ward again.

Tan Jing heard the familiar "click" and knew that the spring lock had been locked from the outside.

After such a sound, the ward became a less professional confinement room.

Tan Jing has seen through this for a long time, and has a number in her mind.

But she never wanted to resist, not even a little angry. After all, she is a prisoner, and she should have been punished.

Well, after all, from the point of view of the things she has done by herself, if we really want to count them one by one, I'm afraid we'll have to measure at least ten or twenty years' imprisonment, which is estimated to be good.