The flower protector of the female president

With a "ding", the elevator door opened.

When Chen Xing stepped out of the elevator, he heard the sound of fists and feet hitting the flesh from time to time on the entire floor, as well as screams from time to time.

"It seems that the battle is very fierce. It's time for me to end the battle!" Chen Xing said proudly standing at the elevator entrance.

Following the voice, Chen Xing walked to 501, and looked through the door. There was a big carpet in the middle of a big gym, and there were many people standing beside it. On the carpet in the middle, there were figures flying, and two big men were boxing. Back and forth, the fight was indistinguishable.

However, what Chen Xing cares about is not the appearance on the court, but the appearance of the recruiter. If he looks ugly, Chen Xing plans to turn around and go out now, without taking a cloud with him.

Fortunately, Lin Siqin was dressed in business attire, with a tight professional skirt. She had to be tall, with big eyes, long eyelashes, a small nose, and two red lips with a silent smile.

Chen Xing looked at the 23-year-old woman from a distance, and nodded: "Well, this sister looks good, and is prettier than Chen Xiaoya, so I can rest assured."

When Chen Xing saw Lin Siqin, he naturally ignored that there was a woman lying on the table next to Lin Siqin.

He narrowed his eyes.

Lin Siqin noticed his action, and when she saw a man with disheveled hair like a chicken coop standing at the door, she couldn't help feeling disgusted, she frowned and said to Chen Xing: "Why do you come in casually, we don't invite people here Brick migrant workers!"

"I don't move bricks, I'm here to compete for marriage." Chen Xing replied seriously.

Lin Siqin ignored him in disgust.

With a scream, the winner was decided again, and a big man flew into the crowd.A fair-skinned, 1.8-meter-five-foot-tall, muscular man was left on the court. At this moment, he reached out and wiped his hair, as if he was arranging a strand of hair that was messed up by the fight just now.

"Vulnerable." With a look of disdain, the man turned to the crowd outside and said, "Who else is coming up?"

At this time, a young man with a simple and honest face and short hair jumped into the arena, clasped his fists to the boy in the arena, and said, "This friend is good at kung fu. Let me learn a few tricks from my friend. Please be merciful."

The little white face snorted coldly, and didn't say much, with a single movement, he was already in front of Pingtou, and kicked three times in a row, hitting the vital point, forcing the young Pingtou almost to leave the court.

"My friend is really amazing." The flat-haired youth sighed in admiration.

"Hmph, who is your friend, you kind of rubbish, don't get involved." Xiaobailian's subordinates didn't show mercy.

After a few moves, the flat-headed youth was knocked to the ground by a vajra palm.The little white-faced Desheng didn't stop, he stepped up and stepped on the crew-haired young man, and spit on his face.

"Bah, trash like you deserves to be called my friend!" After the boy finished speaking, he kicked the man on the back of the head and kicked him out of the field.

The crowd was in an uproar. It was just a competition to find a job. Isn't this style of play killing people?This time, no matter how loud the little boy was on the field, no one dared to go up to the competition.

Lin Siqin, who was standing at the recruitment booth, frowned unknowingly.

At this time, she really hoped that someone would come on stage and beat this little boy down. She really didn't like this person.

"Oh, it's not good, I killed someone!"

The crowd was in chaos. Someone inspected the cut-off young man and checked his breath, but he was out of breath.

Beating someone to death is no joke, no matter how badly the beating was just now, it was just sent to the hospital, but now that someone was killed, Lin Siqin lost her sense of control and hurried to check.

The young man's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were purple, and when he touched the carotid artery, there was no pulse.

"Hurry up to the hospital, hurry up to the hospital!" Lin Siqin was really anxious this time.

"Get out of the way, I'm a doctor, let me come." Chen Xing pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.

Lin Siqin looked up, but it was the migrant worker who was at the door with a wretched face just now, and said angrily and anxiously: "The situation is so urgent, why are you so unqualified and still messing around here!"

"Who said nonsense, I'm really a doctor." Chen Xing took out a small bag of silver needles from the dry food bag as he spoke.

Lin Siqin frowned slightly, looked at Chen Xing and asked, "But, he...is there anything you can do about his situation?"

At this moment, Chen Xing stared blankly at Lin Siqin's face, but replied with this sentence: "Sister, I really like the way you frown!"

Lin Siqin: "..."

"Of course there is a way. Let alone just die, I can save him even after ten or eight days of death." Chen Xing's face straightened.

"Then save him quickly." Lin Siqin said dubiously.

"Yes, but on one condition."

"What conditions?" Lin Siqin wanted money?
"If I wake him up, you have to kiss me."

Lin Siqin's heart was already burning with burning desire, ah, no, anger!

Who brought this dead hooligan in!