Village Doctor's Magic Hands

"Sister Zhiling, what are you calling for?" after thinking about it, Zhao Sanjin felt that even if he wanted to explain, he had to answer the phone first.

"Breast enhancement pills can officially enter the market today. Would you like to come and have a look? By the way, we have revenge and revenge. How about revenge?" Li Zhiling said leisurely.

Zhao Sanjin pondered for a while and naturally wanted to promise. Since Li Zhiling can do this, as a big man, can't he have the courage to admit his fault?

After hanging up the phone, he hastily cleaned up the table. Zhao Sanjin felt that it was better to leave the problem of dishes and chopsticks to Aunt Liu. He changed his clothes and left.

In the office of Huanyu Group, Li Zhiling could not help but draw a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. At a glance, it was quite attractive, but a closer look showed that there was a touch of gloom in her smile.

As Zhao Sanjin guessed, Shangguan Waner did tell Zhao Sanjin the truth in the hotel. Of course, in addition, he defended Zhao Sanjin. Although it was impossible to tell Li Zhiling about Lin Qingqing, Shangguan Waner found a reason to prevaricate Zhao Sanjin's helpless move.

After taking a taxi, Zhao Sanjin rushed directly to the "Huanyu Group" company. After looking at the time, it was more than nine o'clock at the moment?

"Sister Zhiling." because she avoided the morning rush hour, Zhao Sanjin appeared in the Secretary's office as promised in 20 minutes. She pushed open the door directly. As soon as she called, she immediately felt her head sink.

"I rely on!" Zhao Sanjin looked at the white ash all over his body, and a small pimple appeared on his head. He was stunned in situ.

"Sister Zhiling." Zhao Sanjin shouted silently and looked at Li Zhiling who was sitting at his desk and laughing.

This girl is a little too much, isn't she? Come so early for this prank? Zhao Sanjing had been wondering how Li Zhiling was active at work all day. Now it seems that there is nothing to wonder about.

"Ah?" Li Zhiling returned to her senses and looked at Zhao Sanjing, who had cleaned the white ash on her face. After she was stunned, she suddenly exclaimed, "president Zhao, how is it you, president Zhao?"

"Mr. Zhao, I'm really sorry. I'm not used to deal with you, but to deal with mice." Li Zhiling tried to resist a smile and tried to defend herself. She looked anxious. If Zhao Sanjin didn't have a brain, she might really believe it.