Gong Shao pursues his wife, please keep a low profile

Chapter 509 Must Work Well!
"Oh, by the way, the Seventh Young Master of the Rongqi Group has a good relationship with her. At first I thought they were a couple, but it turned out to be just a smoke bomb."

I got a lot of useful information. Although his people can also investigate it, it is more accurate to confirm it from people who are familiar with them.

After thinking about it, Gong Haotian nodded: "Very good, Yingke."

Understanding what the president meant, he took out a black gift bag from the car and threw it beside An Xiangyang.

The middle-aged man said condescendingly: "When I still need you, take the money and work hard for me. Don't mess with your crooked brain, or—"

"I understand, I understand, don't worry, Mr. Gong, I will definitely work hard!"

Knowing that the black gift bag was full of money, An Hansheng swallowed, feeling very excited.

How long has it been since he saw so much money?

And you don't have to do anything, just answer a few questions!

Seeing his appearance in the small market, Gong Haotian didn't bother to look at it, so he directly looked away, and ordered: "Let's go."

"Mr. Gong, go slowly!!"

In order to express his sincerity, An Xiangyang raised his hands and lay down on the ground, wanting as many dog ​​legs as he wanted.

For a person who fell from a high place into a quagmire and spent a period of life that was worse than death, now as long as there is a driftwood, he will catch it no matter what!
Anyway, he and An Luo have already broken each other's faces, and there is no need to think about each other, hum!
After the black Lincoln walked away, An Xiangyang couldn't wait to open the luggage bag, and there were indeed stacks of banknotes inside, no matter how many millions.

He took out a few stacks of money, and said, "President Gong, I used to be afraid of you, but now with your father's backing, I don't believe you dare to do anything to me, hahahaha!"

In the Xitang villa, An Luo fell ill.

A little low-grade fever, swollen throat, occasional cough or two, feeling weak all over.

Maybe it's because there are too many things that have stimulated her nerves recently, and she couldn't bear it for a while, and her body has problems.

Thinking about her illness, she took a taxi directly to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital where He Xun was staying.

It's been a while since we saw each other, and she didn't think of him until she was exhausted.

At this time, He Xun was already a doctor at the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, at the director level, which showed that the director attached great importance to him.

When he saw the name of the next patient, he was slightly surprised: "An Luo?"

"Cough cough..."

With the sound of coughing, the person in his mouth pushed open the door of the consulting room and smiled at him: "Doctor He."

Seeing that it was really her, He Xun immediately stood up from his seat and asked, "Are you sick?"

"Well, maybe I caught a cold."

Hearing this, the old man asked her to sit down, and then reached out to help her feel her pulse.

After dozens of seconds, he frowned and said, "You are under too much pressure, and you are suffering from depression, not a cold."

"..."

"Tell me, what happened?"

I don't know why, when faced with He Xun who is outspoken and sometimes hurts others when he speaks out, An Luo always has a sense of intimacy, which makes her willing to tell the other party what's on her mind.

He Xun put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign outside the clinic, then closed the door and walked towards her: "No one will come in to disturb, tell me, what's the matter?"

"I, know one thing, because it's too difficult to accept, so the pressure is a bit high."

Things that can make her make herself sick, could it be—

He Xun's expression became serious, and he looked at her with complicated eyes: "What do you know?"

(End of this chapter)