The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Under the light, his dark eyes narrowed dangerously.

"you go?"

Tang Jiao, who was already being stared at, didn't realize it. He lowered his head and pricked the needle carefully, and replied:

"I'm going. Qin Li is really unique in some aspects of wisdom. As expected, everyone of them is very happy."

well.

Qi Dongyang is dead.

On a bed in the dormitory of the special training area for police academy students, which was not very far away, Qi Dongyang, who was sweetly and reluctantly talking on the phone with Qin Li, suddenly sneezed ten times.

The dangerous glint in Xiao Jingchuan's black eyes flashed, but it still didn't show on his face. He firmly grasped the calm atmosphere of the main palace and asked casually:

"how do you feel?"

Tang Jiao thought about it, shook his head, and said regretfully:

"Not very good."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyelids subtly raised, and his tone of voice rose subtly, "How do you say it?"

Tang Jiao finished the last stitch, raised his head, frowned and said sadly:

"I wonder if this is a common problem among athletes? Everyone likes to stretch their muscles hard. It's as hard as a rock and it can't penetrate anywhere."

"I didn't even listen to what I said, and even bent my needles several times."

She changed her voice, raised her hand and touched Xiao Jingchuan's slender arm lovingly, and said:

"It's better for you, very relaxed and easy to deal with."

Xiao Jingchuan: “…………”

It’s such a compliment that makes me very happy.

Xiao Jingchuan endured it again and again.

But as the saying goes, what can a scholar endure?

You can tolerate being tough, but you can never tolerate being called soft!

He suddenly made a fist with his palms, and stretched his slender arms hard, stretching out the sexy lines with extremely clear muscles.

The several long needles stuck on it were shaking due to the tension of muscles under Tang Jiao's eyes.

The man looked at Dr. Tang with dark eyes and emphasized: "I'm not hard?"

Tang Jiao: "..."

She stretched out her hand and slapped the sexy arm angrily, "What are you causing trouble?! The needle was just inserted!"

Xiao's patient, who wanted to defend himself as a "very tough" patient, was slapped several times by Dr. Tang.

In the end, she relaxed her sexy and beautiful skin aggrievedly and accepted the pricking obediently.

Nerve pain and inability to sleep were all eliminated.

I fell asleep beautifully holding Dr. Tang in my arms, and the doctor-patient relationship returned to harmony.

#唐荭荭, miraculous doctor#

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three days later.

Xiao Jingchuan received a notice before he left the house, saying that Vice President Xiao had been waiting in the president's office.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his sharp eyes sharply.

Fish, hooked.

An hour later, on the top floor of Xiaoqi headquarters building.

Xiao Jingchuan took off his coat and walked to the office. Zhang Qi reached out to catch the coat, followed quickly, and reported in a low voice.

At the door, Lin Siyi held her hands in front of her and apologized nervously:

"Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry. Vice President Xiao insists on waiting inside. I really can't stop him."

Xiao Jingchuan waved his hand casually and said in a good mood: "It's okay, let's go down."

After saying that, he opened the door and strode in.

Xiao Rong was sitting on the sofa. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at his little nephew who strode in with high spirits. His spectacles flashed slightly and he put on a gentle and friendly smile.

He stood up and greeted with a smile: "Xiaochuan, you are here."

Xiao Jingchuan Zhuangruo didn't know and asked doubtfully: "Uncle Rong, why are you waiting here so early? Is there something wrong?"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his suit with one hand, walked to the large, clean desk with a cold light, and sat down. He leaned his broad shoulders on the back of the chair and spread his slender fingers against each other.

He has the posture of a superior person who is busy taking care of things and is in control of the overall situation.

Seeing this posture and magnificence, Xiaorong, who stood up to greet him, tightened his masseter muscles, and secret hatred flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Jingchuan pointed towards the chair in front of the table and said in a relaxed tone:

"Uncle Rong, why are you standing? Sit down."

Xiao Rongzang clenched his fingers slightly, put on a smile, and walked over.

"What's wrong with your face, Xiaochuan? Is your hand injured too?"

Acting like a good old uncle who cares about the younger generation, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Xiao Jingchuan twitched the corners of his lips, and there were still faint scars on his face, and said nonchalantly: "I didn't pay attention when I was punching."

Xiao Rong pushed up his glasses and said disapprovingly:

"Okawa, you are still young, and you still play such exciting things."

Xiao Jingchuan turned over his palm, stared at the neatly wrapped gauze on his palm, sneered, raised his head and asked:

"Uncle Rong, you came all the way from Jiangcheng to care about a minor injury like mine, right?"

Xiao Rong was a little displeased by his normal-sounding yet somewhat eccentric tone. Thinking of the purpose of his trip, he could only put it aside and say with a gentle smile like an elder:

"Xiaochuan, that's it. My uncle is here today and wants to discuss with you the transfer of Xiaorong's equity."

"Oh?"

Xiao Jingchuan's sword eyebrows raised in surprise, and he said calmly: "Uncle Rong, do you mean that you want Xiao Rong to be completely independent from Xiao Li?"

Seeing that his nephew was rarely so polite, Xiao Rong nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, that's what it means."

Xiao Jingchuan frowned, seeming to disagree.

He asked in confusion: "Why, is it not good to be under the banner of Xiaoli? Why is Uncle Rong suddenly so anxious to make Tengrong independent? Does he have any other plans?"

"No no."

Xiao Rong coughed and quickly took out the manuscript he had typed up early and said:

"That's right, your father had high hopes for me in the past and always hoped that I would completely establish the Tengrong brand. In the past, my uncle felt that his abilities were lacking and Tengrong was immature, so he always shamelessly relied on the group. of help.”

These words not only drew Xiao Sheng out, but also established the legitimacy and rationality of this move.

He also deliberately put himself very low, and through self-deprecation, secretly reminded Xiao Jingchuan that Teng Rong had taken advantage of the group by staying in Xiao Jingchuan.

Seeing Xiao Jingchuan's face looking thoughtful, Xiao Rong felt proud and said:

"Tengrong has finally made some progress in the past few years, so my uncle thought about completing this matter before your father comes back. He will be happy if he knows."

Xiao Jingchuan nodded and tapped his long fingers on the pure black table carelessly, as if he was thinking seriously about something.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"Since Uncle Rong has thought it through and my dad has always had this intention, then I, as a junior, naturally have no objection. This matter can only be passed by the shareholders' meeting."

Xiao Rong, who had been secretly observing Xiao Jingchuan's expression, was obviously relieved when he heard this.

He had already negotiated with those people in advance. As long as the money was in place, those old foxes didn't care about Tengrong's ownership.

"But-" Xiao Jingchuan's words suddenly changed.

"But what?"

Xiao Rong couldn't hold it back and said anxiously, for fear that something might change in Xiao Jingchuan.

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes flashed with almost imperceptible sarcasm. He rubbed the knuckle of his index finger with his fingertips and said without saltiness:

"But Xiaoli holds 39% of Tengrong's total shares. How is Uncle Rong going to do this?"

"I, transfer it to me."

Xiao Rong put his hands on the table and said.