The World of Mercenaries: The National Boss Is a Girl

Just after the first minute that Jun Lingao finished the phone call, a Maserati appeared out of nowhere, drifted beautifully, and stopped in front of the two of them.

A man in formal clothes came out of the car, and when he saw Jun Lingao, he looked respectful: "Master, do you have any other orders?"

"Go to the First Hospital of Beijiang City."

Hearing the order, the man in the suit nodded immediately, respectfully opened the door for the two of them, and then started the car after closing it.

The man slammed the accelerator, and the car flew towards the school gate like an arrow from the string.

Shen Dongyang was silent, but when he sat on the seat, he felt a little familiar, watching her keep scanning the car, Jun Lingao reminded her, "As you thought, it was the car you stole last time! "

When he spoke, he deliberately bit the word "robbed away".

Shen Dongyang bent his lips lightly, "Last time you left, you thought you threw the car away."

Jun Lingao snorted coldly: "Although this young master is rich and generous, he will not lose his family to this point."

Impatient to listen to him, Shen Dongyang grabbed the wound, closed his eyes and fell asleep...

There was a very slight breathing sound beside him.

Jun Lingao looked sideways, couldn't help twitching the corners of his lips twice, and set his eyes, Jun Lingao's heart moved fiercely.

I murmured in my heart: "Why does a big man look so good-looking?"

The gaze that he wanted to look away never moved away, Jun Lingao seemed to be frozen, the handsome face of the person in front of him, like a deep and dark black hole, exuded a fatal attraction.

As if he noticed something strange, the young man's eyelids moved.

Jun Lingao slammed his whole body and knocked on his forehead, what was he thinking about?

Unable to bear a chill, Jun Lingao scorned himself in his heart.

But... Shen Dongyang seemed to be in pain, sweating on his forehead.

Looking worriedly at the man next to him again, Jun Lingao suddenly became nervous, Shen Dongyang's pale and weak complexion had rapidly heated up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became flushed.

Jun Lingao's face became serious, he patted her face, and shouted twice, "Shen Dongyang! Shen Dongyang!"

Her face was really hot and scary, Jun Lingao touched her fair and smooth forehead again, and found that it was even hotter.

He raised his head, looked ahead and urged, "Hurry up!"

Looking back, I found that Shen Dongyang had already opened his eyes, but his expression was blurred, looking a little confused.

Blinking weakly, she whispered softly, "Don't be noisy." Then she closed her eyes again.

He snorted, he was caring about him, how dare this **** find him annoying? Looking at her casually, she found that the injury on her wrist was more serious, and blood came out along her white and slender fingers.

Jun Lingao frowned fiercely again.

It looks like it hurts to death, but Shen Dongyang doesn't say a word?

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Shen Dongyang, who had fallen asleep, showed no sign of waking up until he arrived at the hospital. When Jun Lingao patted her face for the third time, he was stopped by the driver man beside him.

"Master, this gentleman is really not pretending to be asleep!" He really fainted! With so much blood, who can resist?

Jun Lingao scolded fiercely, "You bastard, you know what to do for Lao Tzu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly took the young man out of the car and picked him up, but unexpectedly found that the body he was holding in his arms was very soft and light.

In an instant, Jun Lingao felt as if he had been electrocuted, and slandered: "Damn! You bastard, do you want to be so evil!"

It has been half an hour since he came out of the operating room. At this time, Shen Dongyang still showed no sign of waking up.

"The patient's right hand is severely damaged!"

"Who was so careless and grabbed his wound?"

As soon as the doctor's voice fell, Jun Lingao's mind began to flash quickly and her memory fragment, his eyes lit up, and suddenly raised his head.

It has been quite a while since Shen Dongyang was injured last time. His feet have completely recovered, but her hands have not recovered yet?

So... the reason why Shen Dongyang became what he is now, whether he is dead or alive, is all because he grabbed his hand?

I do not know how to blame myself.

The doctor closed the door, and Jun Lingao looked at the sickbed with a pale face hanging on the bed, with a complicated expression.

"Look at how good you are! The ghost knows that the recovery of the body is so slow!"

Jun Lingao was annoyed and angry, and fell deeply into self-blame.

After the driver paid the medical bills, he opened the door of the single ward and nodded to the man who was in a daze: "Master, everything is done properly, do you want to go back to school? If you don't worry about this gentleman, I will stay and take care of him. Just fine."

Hearing this, the man who was looking at Shen Dongyang in a daze immediately returned to his senses.

Jun Lingao sighed tiredly, his expression softened a lot: "No need, let's go."

"Yes!" The man nodded again and walked away quietly.

Shen Dongyang fell into a coma, and it was already early the next day when he woke up.

Jun Lingao didn't sleep all night, deeply feeling that he must have owed Shen Dongyang 1.8 million in his last life, so he will be sent to torture himself in this life.

When he opened his eyes and saw Jun Lingao, Shen Dongyang laughed.

He supported his head with one hand, his two eyes became dark circles, and his smooth chin also grew a little green scum. Hearing the laughter, Jun Lingao blinked his eyes twice and suddenly became brighter, "I said you are a pitiful bastard, the wound is not ready to remove any bandages, are you going to die?"

Shen Dongyang propped up the bed with his left hand and raised his eyebrows: "Do you feel bad for me?"

The smile in her eyes was half-truth, like playfulness.

It wasn't a smile from the heart, in short, it made Jun Lingao very uncomfortable.

He hated the bastard's fake smile at himself.

Jun Lingao snorted disdainfully: "Who cares about you! I'm afraid of being dragged to death by you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes again, expressing his contempt: "Such an old man doesn't know how to take care of himself! He will lose half his life with a tug of his hand, and he won't die on the spot if he runs!"

Shen Dongyang ignored him, sighed slightly, tapped his cloudy head, and said lightly, "Actually, you have already died once."

Her voice was too dull, but Jun Lingao flashed a trace of surprise and anger: "What did you say?"

She narrowed her eyes and leaned on the head of the bed quietly, "That carjacking was an accident."

She sneered again: "Do you think I'm really so hungry?"

Jun Lingao's brows frowned deeper, "Go on."

"The last time the gangster committed an attack, you almost fell. Did you know that when you fell, there was a very sharp stone on the back of your head?"