baby, don't make trouble

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Kerry Private Hospital, Director of Urology Office.

A bouquet of nine hundred and ninety-nine roses in the shape of a 'heart' was spread on An Mu's desk openly and squarely. The huge table was occupied without any space left. The red and red flowers were bright red, and there were many dewdrops on the bright flowers, filling the room If it is a man showing love to a woman, then he has undoubtedly succeeded in half, but there are always some exceptions, especially for some men.

In the early morning, when An Mu pushed open the office door, he froze in his footsteps, with bruised veins on his forehead, and there were some men and women gathered around the corridor, all in white coats. It could be seen that they were all gossip-loving men and women in the hospital.

"Honey, do you like the flowers I sent you?"

A man in a black suit suddenly squeezed out of a large white coat. The man was tall and tall, with a warm demeanor that seemed a little sinister. His handsome facial features could tell that he was a native-born Western man.

An Mu narrowed his eyes, and rushed into the office without saying a word, put the table full of roses into a bag, then turned around and threw them at the handsome face of the smiling man behind him.

The man caught the fiery red rose with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.

"Honey, can this kind of behavior of yours be called paying back?"

An Mu angrily picked up the medical records at hand and threw them over. The man tilted his head and dodged lightly. He turned around and looked at the white coats who stretched their necks. He smiled and closed the office door under everyone's eyes. , leaving a room of ambiguity.

"Get out!" An Mu pointed at the door and said coldly to the man.

The man was not angry either. Instead, he came forward with a smile and dragged An Mu to sit on the sofa, while he conjured up a hot breakfast, as well as An Mu's favorite black coffee, without sugar.

An Mu raised Erlang's legs and raised his eyebrows. This action looked like when Li Hanhan was about to twist his mind.

Reaching out to take the hot coffee, he took a sip and said, "Well, it tastes pretty good."

The man opened his mouth with a smile when he heard the words, and the cold and hard lines became softer, "Aren't you angry now?"

An Mu glanced at him, seeing that for the sake of this cup of carefully brewed black coffee, he didn't bother with him.

"Mumu, you're on vacation this Sunday, shall we go to London?"

The latter continued to drink his coffee and eat his breakfast, oblivious to the buzzing in his ears.

The man had no choice but to sit down next to him, and tried to convince the little tiger, who played his cards irrationally, "I can borrow you a yacht when I go to London."

An Mu stopped drinking his coffee fingers, then continued to drink his coffee and eat his breakfast as if nothing had happened.

The man hooked his lips and smiled, the fish was hooked, it seemed that he needed to add fuel to the flames, and sure enough, to subdue this little tiger, he had to accurately poke his weak spot.

"I also have a private jet, you can choose a private flight path to test fly."

Sure enough, watching the guy drinking coffee stopped eating breakfast and turned his head, his face eager to try, "Really?"

"Have you ever seen a time when I don't mean what I say?"

An Mu pursed her lips and thought for a while. Although Wei Sen was usually assiduous as an asshole, he had never broken his promise.

"Okay." He nodded.

The man, Wesson, happily took out his mobile phone and called his assistant to book a flight. An Mu shrugged and continued to eat his breakfast. Suddenly, his cheeks became hot, and he turned around in a daze, and saw Wesen stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. A satisfied face.

An Mu squinted, and then a piece of bread flew over.

"See if I don't beat you to death, let you kiss me, take advantage of me!!!"

Satisfied, Wesen dodged away, and was about to make another sneak attack when he heard An Mu's phone ring in his pocket.

An Mu stopped when he was about to throw bread to beat Wesen. He looked suspiciously at his pocket, then slowly put down the bread and took out the phone in his pocket.

Before answering the phone, he gave Wesen a hard look - when I finish answering the phone, I will beat you until you don't recognize your parents.

Wei Sen was interested in the mobile phone in An Mu's hand, because he rarely saw An Mu use this mobile phone.

An Mu looked at the unfamiliar number and frowned. After thinking about it for a second or two, he picked up the phone, "Hello, how are you?"

A deep voice came from the phone, a little tired and lazy in the sexy, "An Mu?"

An Mu nodded. After clicking, he realized that the other party might not be able to see him, so he replied, "Yes, who are you?"

"I'm Chris."

An Mu's phone call was relatively loud, and the office was relatively quiet, so Wei Sen, who was on the side of the phone, could hear the voice clearly.

When he heard the word Chris, his face darkened. He reached out and snatched the phone from An Mu's hand and complained to An Mu, "I'm your man. Why can't you forget Chris?"

When An Mu was still shocked by the word Chris, Wesen's plaintive voice suddenly came from his ears, and at the same time, the phone in his hand fell into Wesen's hands at some point.

For a while, I got a little angry, "Why are you crazy? Bring the phone!"

Weisen's face was dark, and his tone was a bit gritted. He looked at the phone in his hand, "I just said, so you used this phone to have an affair with Chris? No wonder you say something mysteriously whenever this phone calls Love, love, it turns out that you are stealing people behind my back!!!"

An Mu stepped forward angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?! When did I say such disgusting words like love?!"

Wesen pursed his mouth aggrievedly, with a man's handsome face showing the expression of a three-year-old child, not to mention how awkward it was, he pressed the microphone to his mouth in disbelief.

"Chris, don't look for our Mumu anymore. Let me tell you, although you met him before me, he is already mine, so you are one step behind, bye!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

An Mu angrily picked up a pillow at hand and patted it on Wesson, "Damn it. What do you mean, what do you call you? If I don't beat you today, you'll be looking for your teeth everywhere, so I'll take your last name!"

Wei Sen raised his eyebrows, and said fearlessly, "You are going to take my surname from now on, but I am happy to advance this matter."

Just when An Mu was about to grit his teeth and rush forward again, the phone rang again.

The two stopped at the same time and looked at Wesson's raised right hand.

An Mu was taken aback for a moment before he remembered that this number seemed familiar, very similar to Li Hanhan's, but the last few were not, very similar to a couple's number.

Before Wei Sen hung up, An Mu rushed over and grabbed it.

"Mu Mu, you really stole someone behind my back!"

An extremely sad voice came from his ear, An Mu ignored it and turned around to answer the phone.

"Weison, are you living too smoothly?"

As soon as An Mu picked up the phone, he heard an extremely dangerous voice coming from the microphone, and it seemed to be full of the smell of gunpowder that was about to come.

An Mu pouted, "The idiot you mentioned is dead. I'm An Mu."

There was silence on the phone, and Wei Sen next to him pulled the sleeve of La Anmu's white coat sadly - woo, you actually said he was dead?

An Mu rolled his eyes, and heard a deep voice on the phone saying, "Li Hanhan may be in trouble, and I need you to come to London."

An Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he had a very strong premonition. Without even thinking about it, he opened his mouth, "Are you President Kerry?"

After three seconds of silence on the phone, there was a soft 'En'.

This time it was An Mu's turn to be silent, and after a long time he said viciously, "If something happens to Li Hanhan, I don't care who you are, I will definitely make you feel uneasy!" Said Wesson, "I want the fastest flight to London!"

It was rare for Weisen not to play tricks on An Mu this time. He nodded and called his secretary, saying, "Book the two fastest flights to London. If you can't book one, I won't use it tomorrow."

An Mu glanced at him, then quickly took off his white coat and rushed out of the hospital. Behind him was a blond foreign man as always. Everyone in the hospital was not surprised. This kind of runaway happened often, and The cause is always the foreign man behind their urology director.

I don't know which 'cute spot' that man hit their director again this morning?

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On the other end of the phone, Chris thoughtfully looked at the phone that had hung up.

"Kerry, do you think there is something wrong with that Srill?"

Chris put down his phone, stood up and leaned against the French window of the office, frowned and looked into the distance, and said after a long time, "It seems that we can't hide what happened back then."

Jin frowned, looked at Chris's back thoughtfully, and asked, "You said what happened to Dr. Li back then?"

Chris nodded.

Jin wondered, "What does Han Han's kidnapping have to do with that?"

This time Chris didn't answer, with a little annoyance between his brows, Jin Meng slapped his forehead, "Ah, I see!"

Chris turned his head and glanced at him, then looked out the window again and said, "Srill should have some evidence in his hands."

Jin smiled contemptuously, "It's just trash!"

"Hanhan should be on his hand," Srill said casually as he turned the platinum ring on his right middle finger.

"Who has it?" Jin couldn't turn his head for a while, but he understood immediately, "You said that Srill kidnapped Hanhan?"

Chris nodded, stretched out his right hand and touched his pocket, the outline of an exquisite box was vaguely discernible.

"No wonder I can't find Hanhan's whereabouts. He must have used mercenaries." Jin Yi thought a little puzzled, "Where does he have the right to hire those desperadoes, and he is not afraid to pay for himself?"

Chris didn't answer. He picked up the phone and hesitated for a second or two to broadcast a set of numbers. After a few simple conversations, he hung up the phone and turned to Jin and said, "Tell Aaron De, don't approach that villa."