Surgeon Master Andrology

The next morning, Ling Yue went downstairs to make breakfast for the big guys. Cong went up and down the stairs before he could stand still and saw Gong Zhaonan lying on the sofa.

Originally wanted to say hello, but when I got closer, I found that Gong Zhaonan was sleeping curled up on the sofa. Ling Yue sighed and went back to the upstairs room, took a blanket down to cover him, and then went into the kitchen.

After everyone woke up one after another and went downstairs, Ling Yue had already made breakfast, Gong Zhaonan rested his arms on the table and slowly rubbed his temples with his wrists, Liang Bing glanced at him, "Did you rest well? "

"It's okay." Gong Zhaonan didn't lift his eyelids, obviously exhausted to the extreme.

"When I came down, I saw him sleeping on the sofa. Can you rest?" Ling Yue took out two bowls of wontons and handed one to Ling Yang and put it in front of Gong Zhaonan. Sooner or later something will happen."

Gong Zhaonan nodded, not because he didn't want to have a good rest, but because he couldn't sleep at all in the bedroom. To make him more comfortable.

Wen Jiajun heard their conversation on the stairs. He was the last one to go downstairs. He raised his arms and stretched. Ye Yuhan just don't let him go, I just let Ling Yue follow me."

Gong Zhaonan didn't object either. Although he agreed to help with the cultural matter, he had to think about how the culture would convey the news to the literature and art. There were too many people involved in this matter. The next Li Xiangyu will appear.

As soon as Ye Yuhan came out of the airport passage, he saw Wen Jiajun. No wonder, this Ye Yuhan's innate gentleness made people look really comfortable.

"Go back and rest first," Wen Jiajun thoughtfully opened the door to let Ye Yuhan get in the car, and went around to the other side to get in the car too.

Ye Yuhan just nodded to Wen Jiajun as a greeting when they first met, and he didn't speak during the period, and Wen Jiajun also tactfully did not disturb him, he even suspected that the Ye Yuhang he saw at the airport just now was the same as the current Ye Yuxuan There are two people, because Ye Yuhan just now is as warm and moist as jade, giving people a very friendly feeling, but now the person sitting next to him exudes a compelling air, Wen Jiajun is not used to this strange feeling, let He was a little out of breath.

Ling Yue was driving in front. Although he is Ye Yuhan's friend, it is useless to talk about this kind of thing.

Wen Jiajun put down the car window calmly and turned his head to the outside. He vaguely felt that there must be another bloodbath between Ye Yuhan and Cen Jisheng.

When Ye Yuhan and the others arrived, Su Nian was also in the living room, his expression was not very good, obviously he already knew about Cen Jisheng.

"The journey has been hard." Gong Zhaonan stood up and greeted Ye Yuhan. He has always respected Ye Yuhan, to be precise, admired him, so compared to others, he has always been polite to Ye Yuhan of.

"What are your plans?" Ye Yu asked straight to the point after sitting down.

"Culture has already agreed to help, because I don't know the specific situation of Cen Yan now, so I can only use this method to stabilize literature and art and ensure Cen Yan's safety, which is considered to be a helpless solution." Gong Zhaonan licked his dry lips, tightly Then he added, "As for how to let culture tell literature and art these things, I haven't figured it out yet."

Ye Yu nodded silently, what Gong Zhaonan said was not unreasonable, but...

"Perhaps letting Wenyi find out what she wants by herself is more convincing."

"What do you mean?" Gong Zhaonan squinted his eyes and stared at Ye Yuhan subconsciously. They really didn't think of this, but if this is the case, the safety of culture is not within their scope of guarantee.

"Send the culture to Cen Jisheng." Ye Yuhan expressed his opinion simply and clearly, "Since Wen Yi knew that Cen Yan had withheld the culture at the first time, then naturally he soon knew that Cen Jisheng was a threat to the culture. "

"But if this is the case, we can't hide it from the second young master." With Cen Yan absent, Su Nian had to consider the issue from Cen Yijie's standpoint, "Although this seems to be a good method at the moment, besides, once there is a cultural problem, literature and art are likely to be destroyed. Kill Cen Yan."

Ye Yu answered Su Nian's question unhurriedly, "About the second young master, I think he has the right to know from the beginning, if we don't tell him now, why don't we tell him after his father is killed by literature and art or sentenced by the court?" Is he not a child, protecting him too much can easily backfire," he looked around at the people in the room, and finally stopped his eyes on Liang Bing, "As for the safety issue after Cen Jisheng took away the culture , I think it is not difficult for Ke Ye, right?"

Liang Bing stared at the slightly raised corners of Ye Yuhan's mouth and was a little distracted. This person's temperament is too outstanding, he is obviously a gentle and elegant gentleman, but every word he uttered is irrefutable. Liang Bing thinks that his concentration has already Very strong, but even though he didn't want to go to Ke Ye, he still nodded his head mysteriously, "That's right."

"Ke Ye? Is that the person you mentioned that night?" Wen Jiajun stood beside Liang Bing and turned to ask her.

"Well," Liang Bing regained his senses and nodded, "Protecting a culture is no problem for him."

Gong Zhaonan didn't speak, and he kept thinking about the method Ye Yuhan said just now: Once Cen Jisheng makes a move, Wenyi will know that he is not crazy, so it will be easy to attract her attention to Cen Jisheng Cen Yan could indeed breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let culture" throw itself into the trap"?" Gong Zhaonan continued Ye Yuhan's words, "Whether Cen Jisheng already knows that we have seen through him or not, culture can definitely irritate him [-]%, as long as culture does not within the normal time Come out of Cen Jisheng's villa, Wenyi will definitely know and start an investigation." Gong Zhaonan turned the ring on his hand, "In this way, the documents I gave Wenhua before can be easily passed to Wenyi. At that time, even if she suspects us, I will definitely find out about this old fox, Cen Jisheng."

"Fortunately, we are not enemies."

Wen Jiajun looked at Ye Yuhan and Gong Zhaonan's facial expressions that were enough to make the parties collapse, and felt a little cold on the back. These two people were sitting together and plotting against others, and they were really more ruthless than the other.

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Cen Yan didn't show any emotion when Lin Ziqing went in and out of his room. After all, after this person appeared, his living standard improved a lot.

"You seem to be in good spirits today." After Lin Ziqing entered the room, he found that Cen Yan was staring at him all the time. He didn't feel any discomfort but felt in a good mood.

"You look like a person." Sitting on the bed, Cen Yan never took his eyes off Lin Ziqing. Sometimes he really looks like Gong Zhaonan, the Gong Zhaonan who just met him back then.

Lin Ziqing was taken aback by Cen Yan's sudden words. He smiled happily, but he couldn't see it. He turned to face Cen Yan and asked casually, "Could it be Gong Zhaonan?"

Lin Ziqing keenly caught the surprise flashing in Cen Yan's eyes, and slowly withdrew the smile on his lips, "Looks like I guessed it right?"

Seeing that Cen Yan was looking at him with a hint of guard, he shrugged his shoulders, "I told you a long time ago that I don't know who you are, but the day I first met you, you kept yelling It's just a name, and to be honest, I don't really like being told who I look like."

Cen Yan was dubious about Lin Ziqing's words. This person's appearance was too sudden, but at the right time. He always spoke and acted to the point, making people feel that he knew everything. Sometimes he felt that he was actually not curious about anything. Hating this person, even Lin Ziqing's innate affinity made it impossible for the current Cen Yan to resist.

"If you keep staring at me like this, I might feel embarrassed," Lin Ziqing touched his nose, which was his signature gesture when he was shy, "Shall I change your medicine?"

Cen Yan nodded and closed his eyes.

Lin Ziqing finished changing the medicine on Cen Yan's forehead and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt to check the wound on Cen Yan's body, "I have to say, your figure is really good."

Cen Yan didn't speak, Lin Ziqing looked up at him, couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, this man really interested him.

"I'll change the medicine on you tomorrow, and you're recovering well." Lin Ziqing stood up and cleaned up the medicine on the table while saying, "I went to see the man named Jiang Luo that you asked me to see last time."

"How is he?" Cen Yan finally opened his eyes willingly, unable to hide the anxiety in his voice.

"Don't worry, he's much better than you, he's just addicted to drugs," Lin Ziqing didn't hear Cen Yan's response, stopped his hands and looked up at him, "Why? Don't you believe me?"

There was no expression on Cen Yan's face, nor did he give Lin Ziqing any response.

"Don't worry, if Wenyi wanted to kill him, he would have died a long time ago." Lin Ziqing poured a glass of water and handed it to Cen Yan. "Since we can keep him until now, it means it is still useful."

Cen Yan raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Ziqing coldly, Lin Ziqing was stunned for a moment, the water in his hand was either collected or continued to pass, this was the first time he saw Cen Yan like this in so many days , even though Lin Ziqing knew that this person couldn't do anything to him, but the look in Cen Yan's eyes just now made him feel cold all over.

Cen Yan reached out to take the cup that Lin Ziqing handed over, with no obvious emotion in his voice, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him, "Jiang Luo is the bargaining chip used by literature and art to threaten me."

Lin Ziqing licked his lips, knowing that he had said the wrong thing just now, so he wisely chose to shut up.

The heart said: Never die by talking too much.