Jie Junhe has very white hands. In addition to the disinfectant in the hospital, they always smell like lemon hand sanitizer.
He would constantly rinse his fingers after the operation, wipe them with wet wipes over and over again before meals, and wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night, standing in front of the mirror and rubbing his hands until they were red.
He once hated his own hands, until later, someone held his wrists, lowered his head and kissed them tenderly. He said, "Doctor Xie, your hands are very clean. I like them very much."
As a qualified bodyguard, Cheng Yan would strike quickly and accurately at the boss's command, with fists so hard that blood could be seen. The boss is in danger when he goes out. He resists knives and gets shot. He has been injured frequently for more than ten years. In his words, life hangs on the waistband. If something goes wrong, it depends on whether the Lord of Hell will accept it or not.
He himself didn't expect that the Lord of Hell would have no time to stop him, so he would risk his life first.
Jiang Lin spent 100,000 yuan to buy two cemeteries with good feng shui for Cheng Yan, buried his dead mother and sister face to face, then gave him a box of lotus root powder candy cake, and got him into the car.
These days, house prices and consumer prices are rising, and so are the prices of people. When Cheng Yanxiong took out the 5 million he had saved to find Jiang Lin to resign, his boss smiled and told him that his worth was now 100 million.
Jiang Lin waited patiently for Cheng Yan's expression to change again and again before pretending to think.
"How much can a doctor earn? Why don't you work with me for another five years and I'll give you another 100 million to clear the money you owe me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor he said didn't make much money spoke coldly.
"One hundred million, card number?"
Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
"What?"
Jie Junhe didn't say much nonsense. He took out the check and signed it calmly. Cheng Yanle followed the others and left. Jiang Lin was left with the check and doubts.
"It's true that the ticket won't be bounced?"
Intention: Love should be based on ability, not stalking
