The evil genius doctor came down the mountain, the billionaire president sent a marriage letter

Luxurious bathroom in the master bedroom.

Zhang Fan's life is as happy as the emperor's.

Liu Feifei squeezed her shoulders, Yu Qingxue is working hard.

What to do, anyway, she spoke flawlessly.

Zhang Fanmei's bubbling.

Thinking about it now, I was really stupid when I was on the mountain.

The beautiful widow showed her love to her, but she still foolishly refused.

It's really a teenager who doesn't know what it means to be sad.

But it's not too late now.

The phone rings.

Liu Feifei hurriedly took the phone.

Zhang Fan checked the caller ID, it was Chen Jinhu.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

Connected: "Hey, Lao Chen, can I do anything for you?"

Chen Jinhu said with a smile: "It's nothing serious, but someone wants to invite you to dinner, so I apologize in person."

"Haha."

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "By the way, let's treat him too."

Chen Jinhu hummed: "Brother Zhang, do you appreciate it?"

Zhang Fan replied, "Okay, what's the address?"

"Old place, Marriott Hotel."

"Okay, see you tonight."

hang up the phone.

Liu Feifei asked: "Young Master Zhang, you want to go out, then I will wait for you to get up."

Zhang Fan smiled disdainfully: "Why are you in a hurry, I'm not the one asking for help, let him wait slowly, baby, let's have fun first."

"Wow, Yu Qingxue, your trick of Qinglong absorbing water is too smooth, cool!"

Yu Qingxue's pretty face was blushing, and she worked even harder to please her~!

……

Marriott Hotel.

Knock on the box door.

Zhang Fan came to the appointment alone.

Lin Yingxue didn't like this kind of occasion, so Liu Feifei and Yu Qingxue threw away their helmets and armor, and they were recuperating at home.

As for the stewardess Li Ying Er, she has an early flight tomorrow morning, so it is not suitable to come to socialize.

So Zhang Fan came alone.

Enter the door.

Jin Haichang immediately got up excitedly to greet him, and grabbed Zhang Fan's hand.

"Mr. Zhang, you are a veritable genius doctor. I was a villain before, and I hope you will be a large number of adults. Don't worry about it."

The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth twitched with pride: "Really? It seems that the nodules in your son's lungs have disappeared?"

Jin Haichang nodded again and again: "It's gone, it's all gone."

"Besides, my son has a big appetite now, and his food tastes delicious. He used to have a bad appetite. Seeing him eat so deliciously, I'm so happy."

Zhang Fan replied: "Appetite is the foundation of the human body. Without appetite, the body will collapse."

Chen Jinhu urged: "Brother Zhang, Lao Jin, stop chatting, and give Lao Jin a doctor as soon as possible."

Zhang Fan ordered: "Take off your shirt."

Jin Haichang immediately undressed obediently.

Acupuncture.

Zhang Fan secretly pinched a talisman and penetrated into his body to help him improve the feng shui curse.

After getting it.

Jin Haichang's stomach growled loudly.

"I feel so hungry."

He couldn't help touching his belly.

Zhang Fan said with a smile: "Your illness is already cured, I guarantee you can live to the average life expectancy."

When Jin Haichang heard this, he was very happy.

Immediately toast: "Mr. Zhang, I offer you a toast, thank you for saving your life."

Zhang Fan replied: "You're welcome, it's right to use money to do things and eliminate disasters for others."

"What's the matter, your kindness to my Jin family is heavier than a mountain. I'll toast you again."

Three rounds of wine.

The compartment door opened.

Jin Haichang's assistant came in, holding a box in his hand.

"Mr. Jin, this is a birthday present for Mr. Xu. Take a look."

Jin Haichang opened the box, and what caught his eye was a blue and white bamboo handle pot with flying phoenix pattern.

Looking at the background, there are two lines of writing.

In the first year of Hongxi of the Ming Dynasty, it was made by the ancestors.

Jin Haichang asked, "How much did you pay for this antique?"

The assistant replied: "8000 million!"

"Hey~!"

Zhang Fan laughed directly.

With his smile, Jin Haichang, Chen Jinhu, and his assistant all looked at him.

Jin Haichang asked, "Mr. Zhang, what are you laughing at?"

"Fake!"