Village Doctor's Magic Hands

When leaving Jianghai international trade building, the six bodyguards who had followed Xia Lingmo did not know when to leave quietly. Even Zhao Sanjin was not aware of it. Therefore, Zhao Sanjin had to look two points higher at the strength of the six people.

Zhao Sanjin wondered that Xia Lingmo had such a strong protection lineup around him. How could he be killed by the unparalleled white hand when he first came to Jianghai city?

At the thought of master duanchen, Zhao Sankin's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. It's strange that he hasn't fallen into the public's view for so long since he was badly hurt in the last war with Liu Jingtian and Suzuki Saburo.

After saying goodbye to the fire dragon, Zhao Sanjin directly drove Maserati to send Xia Lingmo to his temporary residence in Jianghai city.

On the other hand, carrying Xiaoyue and Xiaoye to the dragon's villa, to tell the truth, the reason why Huolong chose to spend hundreds of thousands of sky high prices to taste a bottle of red wine in the administrative lounge today is to let Zhao Sanjin get in touch with the life of the upper class this morning, but at the same time, Huolong is also waiting for a person.

Zhao Sanjin wants to enter their Jianghai city circle. Naturally, the first task is to know some important people. Huolong believes that with Zhao Sanjin's ability, Huolong can get along very well in the circle with only a little guidance.

Unfortunately, the person the fire dragon was waiting for today didn't appear, but it made the fire dragon spend the night in vain.

However, when I think about it, I don't think there is anything. After all, it's a good thing for Zhao Sanjin to take the lead in the sight of others except important people.

"You seem a little sensitive to the life of the upper class?" sitting in the car, Xia Lingmo glanced at Zhao Sanjin, who was only focused on driving, and suddenly asked.

This suddenly made Zhao Sanjin a little stunned, and then slowly relaxed his body completely, leaned on the car chair, and didn't rush back to Xia Lingmo.

"No." after a while, Zhao Sankin faintly spit out three words, even without much emotional fluctuation.

"Fire dragon is helping you. I think you can try to accept it." Xia Lingmo didn't refute the answer given by Zhao Sanjin, but directly pulled the topic to another thing and said with meaning.

"I know." this time, Zhao Sanjin answered directly without hesitation.

"Then you..." Xia Lingmo stared at Zhao Sanjin curiously. In his dark eyes, he seemed to be waiting for an answer.

Xia Lingmo is not stupid. When eating in the "Dragon World" restaurant, Xia Lingmo didn't notice the difference of Zhao Sanjin, but after stepping into the administrative lounge, Xia Lingmo clearly felt Zhao Sanjin's resistance to that place.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Zhao Sankin sighed a long sigh, shook his head reluctantly, still focused on driving the car, and didn't want to continue to say more.

From Zhao Sanjin's life of more than 20 years, in addition to the bumpy fate, Zhao Sanjin's life can be regarded as plain and light.

Zhao Sanjin sometimes even thinks that if he can earn money and maintain the life of him and Lin Qingqing for the second half of their life, he may spend his life with Lin Qingqing.

In Zhao Sanjin's opinion, the so-called upper class society, in addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation, is those shady activities behind the scenes. Zhao Sanjin is a man who has been a soldier. From the bottom of his heart, he can't accept these problems.

When Xia Lingmo was sent downstairs to his temporary residence, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening. I didn't know whether it was Xia Hao's willingness at home or whether Xia Lingmo wanted to give Zhao Sanjin a space for self meditation, so he didn't invite Zhao Sanjin to sit down.

"Drive away and pick me up tomorrow." at the moment when the door was closed, Xia Lingmo had no share of the cold when sitting in the car. Instead, he resumed a happy smile and waved to Zhao Sanjin.

"OK." Zhao Sanjin didn't refuse, not only because it was difficult to take a taxi, but also because Zhao Sanjin felt that there was no need to refuse Xia Lingmo. More importantly, he had to come to pick her up tomorrow anyway.

On the way back to Shengshi international, Zhao Sanjin put the roof of the car into the trunk. At night, the cool wind beat on Zhao Sanjin's face. This comfortable feeling made Zhao Sanjin deepen the accelerator under his feet by two points.

Standing downstairs in Shengshi international community, Zhao Sanjin looked at the bright lights in Liu Yingying's home. He couldn't help feeling warm inside. Although he didn't know why he didn't turn off the lights so late, Zhao Sanjin always thought it was for himself.

After opening the door, Zhao Sanjin took the lead in washing his body after changing his shoes. Then he rushed to Liu Yingying's bedroom. To Zhao Sanjin's surprise, Liu Yingying didn't sleep at this time.