Shao Zhanlin did not leave her confused for too long, and replied in a hoarse voice:
"this."
The words fell and were sealed with a kiss...,
In the dead of night, everything around him gradually heated up, and at the same time, Jiang Nuantang's consciousness gradually drifted away.
In the following time, she didn't know where she was, she just let the physical pleasure brought by her senses float and sink in the sea of love.
…
Sunday
Jiang Nuantang got up late without exception.
The sun was shining outside the window, and Jiang Nuantang's eyelashes fluttered after being tortured all night. Her gradually returning reason finally defeated her emotions and woke up from her drowsiness.
Opening his eyes, he could vaguely see a tall and upright figure standing on the balcony.
Although the door was closed, Jiang Nuantang still relied on his good hearing to capture a lot of content that leaked through the cracks in the door.
"Contact the director of "The Wasteland" and inject 50 million into their crew in my own name..."
Accompanied by the gentle sound of the wind, Jiang Nuantang did not hear what was said clearly.
But a bit of curiosity was aroused.
Her brown eyes were bright, staring at the balcony door for a moment.
After Shao Zhanlin finished the call, he turned around and met her eyes. The outline of his stern face was a little softer, his thin lips were lightly opened, and he said in a considerate voice:
"Wake up. Why don't you sleep more?"
The gold-rimmed rimless glasses concealed the encroaching look in his eyes.
He was gentle and courteous, and looked like a spring breeze, which was also a change from Meng Lang's domineering behavior in bed.
Jiang Nuantang had already seen the two faces of this man before and after he was satisfied.
He was not surprised at all, so he cursed in his heart that he was dressed like a beast.
Then I asked the biggest doubt in my heart:
"It's been so long since filming of "The Wasteland" started, how come you still-"
Fund it?
Before she finished speaking, Jiang Nuantang's mind suddenly flashed with a few rays of light. She caught a ray and raised her head to meet the man's handsome face.
"What are the conditions?"
Jiang Nuantang looked at Shao Zhanlin with burning eyes.
He took out 50 million for no reason.
She doesn't believe that men simply have too much money to spend and want to do good things.
I'm afraid there is some hidden secret that she doesn't know about.
And neither does it require a woman’s sixth sense.
Jiang Nuantang knew that it must be related to her agreement to participate in "The Wasteland" yesterday.
Only for a while, she couldn't figure out what kind of connection it would be.
Jiang Nuantang frowned slightly. Now only Shao Zhanlin could answer her question.
The preference for men seemed to be intentional. Not only did he not say anything, he also whetted her appetite.
He looked at her critically for a few seconds and said meaningfully:
"you guess?"
Jiang Nuantang was originally full of expectations, but in the end she got this answer.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and anger slowly gathered in his eyes.
Before the onset of the attack, the man said frankly:
"Don't worry, it's nothing outrageous. I just asked them to add a small, innocuous character without changing the plot structure."
Shao Zhanlin's words of comfort were wide-ranging.
Obviously he didn't want her to think too much.
Jiang Nuantang couldn't help but have a somewhat ominous premonition.
"What role?"
Despite Shao Zhanlin's assurance, Jiang Nuantang still felt uneasy.
especially--
If it was really that simple, he would need to invest 50 million?
You must know that this is not a commercial film for the purpose of profit, but an artistic film aiming to win awards.
If you choose to inject capital at this time, in addition to giving money to the crew, you will basically lose everything in the future.
Just for an innocuous little role?
Why doesn't she believe it so much?
Jiang Nuantang made no secret of his exploration of Shao Zhanlin, with a sense of urgency to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it.
It's a pity that this time, the man didn't face her problem directly.
He found an excuse and said:
"You'll know then."
You will know then.
A simple sentence declared the end of this conversation.
After that, Shao Zhanlin's mouth seemed to be under a magic spell.
No matter how Jiang Nuantang pressed him, he avoided the topic perfectly.
Jiang Nuantang is not the kind of person who likes to get to the bottom of things.
I tried several times, but he really refused to say it.
In the end I didn't insist anymore.
…
After this delay, another half hour passed.
Even though my body was sore, my hands and feet were limp, I was so tired that I felt sleepy and I didn't want to open my eyes.
Jiang Nuantang still hasn't forgotten about going to the Huo family.
After all, after questioning to no avail, I forced myself to get up and wash up.
After breakfast, I said goodbye to my children and went out.
As a living business card of the identity of the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang.
This time when I went to Huo's house to treat Qin Yawei's leg, Bai Chi naturally couldn't be absent.
When I went downstairs, Bai Chi's car was already waiting there.
Seeing her appear, Bai Chi, acting as the driver, got out of the car quickly and opened the door for her.
Jiang Nuantang leaned over and got into the car.
The make-up related to her miracle doctor was prepared in the car early.
Lifting the top black robe with his bare hands, Jiang Nuantang put it on skillfully.
Organize your appearance.
Dijing Lanting is not too close to the Huo family's old residence.
In addition, in order to confuse the public and get rid of tracking.
Bai Chi drove around several times and changed cars midway until he reached his destination.
It's already an hour later.
When Jiang Nuantang got out of the car again, he was already wrapped in a black robe and black hat.
If you take a sickle, you will be the god of death.
That's not wrong.
The miracle doctor and the god of death are just as different as each other.
It can bring life, and it can also kill people.
It depends on whether your heart is toward Buddha or toward demons.
Jiang Nuantang has never been a pure and kind person, and there is no principle that he must be a good person.
If the situation forces it, it is not necessary to do evil.
…
A few days ago, Qin Yawei was taken back to Huo's house by the old lady because she couldn't get used to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.
As for the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang who took the Panlong Stone and delayed treating Qin Yawei immediately.
The Huo family naturally complained a lot, but since they had requests from others, they could only hold back.
Especially Mrs. Huo, who almost single-handedly facilitated the request of the miracle doctor, was even more excited.
Early on Sunday morning, I waited at the door early, eager to see what was going on.
Finally, Bai Chi's car drove into the large carved iron gate of the Huo family.
The old lady's eyes lit up and she walked out quickly with a cane. However, when she saw the person getting out of the car, she was stunned for a few seconds.
This outfit...
It doesn't look like he's here to treat a disease.
The old lady hesitated for a few seconds before speaking to break the silence:
"Is this the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang?"
When she asked this question, the old lady's tone was full of distrust.
A pair of cloudy eyes looked up and down at the miracle doctor himself.
I wanted to see through the clothes and see the face under the black robe, but unfortunately I didn't succeed.
She saw nothing except the exposed pair of Mo Che's starry eyes.
Admittedly, even if you saw it, it would be of no use.
after all--
No one has ever seen the true face of the miracle doctor.
Except for Cypress.
Therefore, everyone in the world thinks by default that wherever Bai Chi appears, the miracle doctor Kuang Shuang is standing next to him.
This is a living sign that is more useful than a miracle doctor.