Village Doctor's Magic Hands

The atmosphere in the room became a little awkward. The air conditioner blowing out of the cold air made a slight sound. Coupled with the cross friction sound between Liu Ye's legs, it became difficult for Zhao Sanjin to swallow a mouthful of saliva in his throat.

"I'm sitting on the bed. Don't you mean to move at all?" looking at Zhao Sanjin, who is as shy as a woman, Liu Ye couldn't help asking first.

"Yes!" Zhao Sanjin shook his head and said negatively, "a natural person like you, who is especially good at taking off his clothes and lying in bed, can't be slaughtered. Who wouldn't be excited?"

"Although excited, I can't see you taking action?" Liu Ye ridiculed himself, slowly got up, opened the door of the wardrobe in the room, and took out a bathrobe to cover himself.

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Sanjin stopped Liu Ye's move, pulled Liu Ye CHIGUO's body back to bed, gently touched the wound on his body, and asked with a gloomy face: "compared with male and female love, I care more about your physical injury!"

"Is the injury very important? Isn't it ridiculous for a man who thinks with his lower body to ask these questions at this time?" Liu Ye sneered and looked at Zhao Sanjin's face, which was really changing.

In this regard, Zhao Sanjin can only smile bitterly, but he said positively: "if you call me out for the purpose of simply seeking men's and women's love, it's too cheap to think of yourself."

"Well, don't you want to know about the wound? Don't you want to know about Suzuki naiko? Don't you want to know about our cooperation?" Liu Ye sat beside the bed, grabbed the bathrobe in Zhao Sanjin's hand and slowly put it on: "Downstairs is the executive lounge. You ruined the good wine bureau just now. Now come down with me for two drinks, and I'll tell you."

"Good!" Zhao Sanjin refused this request without any reason. He waited for Liu Ye to tidy up and walked out of the room directly.

As the standard configuration of every super five-star hotel, the executive lounge will be opened on time every night. The price and quality of drinks in it are mostly determined by the high-end level of the hotel.

"Baijiu Baijiu"? Three weeks ago, Liu Ye asked the sentence epoch-making when he chose wine. He made a lot of embarrassment for the waiter who came to sell the bill. But he had to explain patiently. "We sell wine and wine and liquor here. I'll ask you for help."

"OK!" Liu Ye did not refuse, but directly agreed.

They then chose a seat by the window and sat down. Looking at the colorful nightlife in the bustling metropolis at midnight, Zhao Sanjin couldn't help but outline a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"How about seeing the scenery in another country?" Liu Ye's eyes also looked out of the French window, but Yu Guang glanced at Zhao Sanjin from time to time.

"Every country has its own unique scenery, just like everyone. It is a different scenery." Zhao Sanjin smiled and didn't answer Liu Ye's question positively.

"What..." Liu Yegang wanted to say something, but the bartender who was rushed over interrupted him. "Hello, we have Baijiu here, but the price is not low. Do you think you want it?"

"Yes!" Liu Ye nodded and agreed without even asking.

Soon the bartender brought up a bottle of packaged Baijiu liquor in the tray and placed it in front of Liu Ye's two people. He also couldn't help introducing the way: "century hotel belongs to Hua Xia holding. This is a batch of Baijiu which was donated by the headquarters of China in the first place when the branch was established in the island country. It sold twelve bottles and the price of the bottle was three million. Is it a credit card or cash?"

After listening to the bartender's circle for a long time and talking about the price, Liu Ye was speechless, glanced at the bartender and said angrily, "look, I'm wearing a bathrobe. Is there a place to carry cash or cards? Ask him!"

Liu Ye opened the liquor and fingered Zhao Sanjin. This made the three pounds of the Zhao who had originally prepared to taste the Baijiu Baijiu suddenly became stunned. Especially when he saw that the bartender had no bargaining power at all, Zhao Sanjin could only admit his bad luck.

"How much did you just say? Three million?" Zhao Sanjin slowly took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to the bartender. He confirmed it with a bitter smile.

"Yes!" the bartender took the card, directly pressed the number of 3 million on the card swiping machine, and then handed it to Zhao Sanjin's hand to confirm the password. Zhao Sanjin, who had a painful face, was relieved to see that the symbol behind the value was not Chinese coins.

His grandmother's three million is three million. At least he has a fucking currency symbol. God knows whether your three million is Chinese currency or island currency?

Genuine goods at a fair price of three million Baijiu are sold in less than two hundred thousand of the Chinese currency, Zhao Sanjin. It is still sold in the super five star executive lounge, which is not expensive.

The two people drank their glasses and touched them down. The sensation of burning from the throat made the two people breathe in the air directly, especially after the throat flowing to the stomach. That is the most awesome force.

"I've agreed to all your requirements. Now can we talk about business?" Zhao Sanjing took the initiative to cut into the subject.

"OK, but which one do you want to listen to first? The whereabouts of Suzuki naiko, or the cooperation between you and me? Or is it about my injury?" Liu Ye filled the glass again. After they drank it in one mouthful, Zhao Sankin said slowly, "let's talk about your injury first."

From the bottom of my heart, Zhao Sanjin still cares about Liu Ye. No matter what Liu Ye looks like now, it can't change the image left by Liu Ye to Zhao Sanjin at that time.

"Ten years ago, when we were young, we met in that small place in Datun town. At that time, you fooled around and didn't know how to study, but at that time, my heart was to go abroad."

Liu Ye looked at Zhao Sanjin like a curious baby and asked, "do you remember these?"

"Of course!" Zhao Sankin nodded noncommittally and couldn't help laughing: "if there were no Qingqing, maybe you would be mine now."

"I'm not ashamed to say that." Liu Ye smiled and scolded, and asked, "is Qingqing all right now?"

"Qingqing, she... Is missing!" Zhao Sankin shook his head bitterly. The color of sadness on his face was particularly strong. Every time he mentioned Lin gently, Zhao Sankin blamed himself more than sad.

"I'm sure you'll find her." Liu Ye didn't continue to ask, but continued with a word of encouragement: "at that time, I thought the island country's management culture was advanced, so I just wanted to study and find a good job in the future, but I didn't expect that there were too many dark sides of the island country."

"I entered the Jiaji Gang three years ago. At that time, the Jiaji gang was still a small and negligible gang. It was like a boat in the sea that capsized at any time. Fortunately, the management system over the years was not learned in vain. The Jiaji Gang made me do better and better."

Speaking of this topic, Liu Ye's face is a little more proud. After all, her study in the island country is a success.

"It is precisely because of this, during the island state change, now Suzuki Miro's opponent Aida Kino will take Jiaji as an object of support, so that he can take over the island and merge internally and internationally." Liu said slowly that the Baijiu was also a cup and a cup of collision with Zhao San Jin.

Zhao Sanjin didn't speak, but patiently listened to Liu Ye.

"Now the Jiaji gang has entered the formal stage and has become the first black gang on the island. It's dispensable for a military division position like me. We must abandon it when it's time to abandon it. Otherwise, it will threaten his status and the unlucky person will be him."

Liu Ye's eyes began to be bothered with crystal tears and continued: "if xiangtian Shuye didn't need me to live, it's estimated that the leader of Jiaji gang would have killed me directly, but even so, he would let me go to war for many dangerous tasks. It doesn't matter to him to die in a foreign country at that time. These wounds will accumulate over time."

"I didn't expect you to live so hard in the island country." Zhao Sankin shook his head with a bitter smile and asked, "why don't you go back to China?"

"What can I do when I return home? My parents moved to the county town when I left town, and I was persecuted and died. I was not able to return to China without baijiu."

"Alas!" for Liu Ye's experience, Zhao Sanjin's face was only helpless. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "the poor man must be hateful. This sentence is not false at all."

However, Zhao Sanjin still deeply sympathizes with Liu Ye's experience over the years, but many times, sympathy can not be confused with feelings, especially the feelings that have missed the time point.