Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Chapter 556 Me or him, who is more important to you

The two at the pinnacle of power are not giving in to each other.

The flames of war full of gunpowder are imminent.

Jiang Nuantang frowned slightly, and Wen Xuemin wrung his fingers with a solemn expression.

Only the man with long white hair and gold-rimmed glasses didn't change his complexion, and pointed out calmly:

"I just don't know, you are reluctant to let her allergic symptoms continue to drag on."

The long-haired man pointed.

Shao Zhanlin lowered his eyes, followed his line of sight, and found that the redness and swelling on Jiang Nuantang's hands became more serious.

His deep black eyes dimmed, and he was unwilling to drag on.

Just about to let go.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nuantang was faster than him.

"You go outside and wait for me."

There are important people on both sides, and worried that they will have a conflict, Jiang Nuantang took the lead in speaking out, and at the same time held Shao Zhanlin's big palm to discuss with him.

Although this symptom is nothing to her.

But if he cares, it's not impossible for her to get rid of it as soon as possible.

In addition, she and the person at the desk also have some topics that are not humane, especially when the other party is unwilling to reveal their identity in front of Shao Zhanlin...

Jiang Nuantang had no choice but to hide it as much as possible according to his wishes.

I don't know if Shao Zhanlin will explode in anger in the end.

Jiang Nuantang lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, thinking to herself.

The man next to him was almost driven crazy by jealousy.

She actually stood on the opposite side of him openly, obviously leaning towards the other side!

Shao Zhanlin was a little displeased, and even suppressed the idea of ​​asking her to get a diagnosis and treatment as soon as possible. His eyes gave her a faint look, which was meaningful:

"Didn't you say that you can cure this small problem by yourself?"

Shao Zhanlin kicked the question back in twos and twos.

Jiang Nuantang was a little embarrassed, touched the bridge of her nose, and said insincerely:

"Doctors don't heal themselves."

What Jiang Nuantang said made her feel a little guilty, Shao Zhanlin did not speak, and looked at her quietly with a pair of deep black eyes.

The probing intent in her eyes couldn't be more obvious, as if she wanted to see her heart from her eyes.

Jiang Nuantang knew she was wronged, and gestured to him in a flattering manner, promising:

"Just a little while."

Shao Zhanlin was unmoved.

As emotionless as wood.

Jiang Nuantang scratched Shao Zhanlin's palm, his intention to please her was obvious, Shao Zhanlin's thin lips were pressed tightly together, and he didn't want to embarrass her.

Lowering his eyes and pursing his lips, he said in a deep voice:

"Then it's up to you, Your Excellency."

After finishing the words, Shao Zhanlin told Jiang Nuantang again:

"I'm just outside, call me if something happens."

Shao Zhanlin glanced at the man with gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes full of defense.Seeing his seriousness, Jiang Nuantang was a little amused, but still expressed relief:

"Don't worry, it's alright."

With Jiang Nuantang's guarantee, Shao Zhanlin didn't stay any longer, and strode out under the leadership of Wen Xuemin.

Seeing the direction he left, Jiang Nuantang didn't turn around for a long time.

This scene fell into the eyes of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, and he was very uncomfortable, so he said something jealous:

"It's just a wall, is it necessary to be so reluctant?"

The man in gold-rimmed glasses with long white hair looked at Qin Yawei's back, and his words were full of hatred.

Jiang Nuantang turned around, her cherry lips parted slightly, and asked a little suspiciously:

"You're here?"

Just come, and give her the whole thing.

I'm afraid Shao Zhanlin will become suspicious.

Jiang Nuantang rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache.

The long-haired man was not polite either, he adjusted the frame of the mirror, and said angrily:

"Naturally, I want to come and see how you embarrass me when you are outside alone."

Jiang Nuantang stuck out her tongue, she had already experienced the other party's poisonous tongue, and she didn't show any anger or dissatisfaction at this meeting.

Instead, he blinked his eyes and asked a little coquettishly:

"Then what do you think?"

Jiang Nuantang looked at the long-haired man eagerly.

The man nodded and replied thoughtfully:

"Good eyesight."

After a pause, the man changed the topic, and then added:

"It's just that young people don't know how to respect the old and love the young."

For this matter, the long-haired man was brooding.

After all, it had been a long time since anyone dared to disrespect him like this.

This kid surnamed Shao, just wait for him, one day, he will get his money back with interest.

The long-haired man thought swearingly, seeing his upright appearance, Jiang Nuantang's head was full of black lines.

Still respect the old and love the young?

The old man looked younger than anyone else, so he didn't feel guilty for saying this.

Jiang Nuantang secretly slandered, and then she didn't want to argue with the other party on this matter, avoided this topic, and mentioned instead:

"Did you see the message I sent yesterday?"

As soon as the incident of Mr. Xi's poisoning happened yesterday, she immediately contacted him.

However, the phone is not connected, and the text message is not returned.

It caused her to hang in her heart all night without finding a solution.

Now that we meet here, I don't know whether to be happy or worried.

Jiang Nuantang was in a complicated mood.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses didn't give a shit, he raised his eyebrows, and explained to Jiang Nuantang:

"It's because you said that the poisonous smell has reappeared in the world, so I thought of coming over to take a look."

When it came to business, the man's face was a little serious, and then he told Jiang Nuantang:

"You tell me where the poisoned person is later, and I'll go and see for myself."

"I'm with you..."

Jiang Nuantang took the lead and wanted to follow without saying a word, but the man refused in disgust:

"No need. I haven't seen the old man who can't walk and needs help. What's more, your hands..."

At this point, the man with gold-rimmed glasses paused for a moment, opened the drawer, took out a bottle of ointment and threw it at her, saying:

"Take it and apply it yourself. Your hands are meant to hold a scalpel and manipulate precision instruments, so it can't be ruined by minor allergies."

"Yes. Thanks—"

Jiang Nuantang caught the ointment and was overjoyed. Before he could say the word master, he was interrupted by the other party raising his hand:

"Stop. You don't need to say thank you. In the future, you don't make trouble for me and make me angry. I will be Amitabha."

The man with glasses said angrily.

He made Jiang Nuantang feel a little embarrassed, smiled awkwardly, and said flatteringly:

"How could it be? In my eyes, you are the most handsome and unrestrained, elegant and suave, Moshang is like jade, and your son is unparalleled... How can I be willing to make you angry?"

Jiang Nuantang is well versed in this principle of wearing thousands of clothes and wearing them for thousands of years.

Some flattering and boasting words came out of her mouth as if she didn't want money.

The white-haired man's complexion was slightly pale, and he asked without knowing whether to say:

"is it?"

Simple two words, no specific emotions can be heard.

"of course."

Jiang Nuantang answered without thinking.

There is a little playfulness between the eyebrows and eyes.

I don't know how much the white-haired man believed, but he tapped the table with his slender, fair-skinned fingertips, then parted his thin lips lightly, and uttered a question comparable to a Shura field:

"Since that's the case, then tell me, who is more important in your heart, me or the kid surnamed Shao?"