Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Two weeks later.

Tong Sin Hospital, Selangor.

The door of the special care unit was carefully pushed open from the outside.

A doctor wearing a mask and a white coat walked in, his eyes under the framed glasses flashed with a strange cold light, and there was an invisible fierceness in it.

He glanced at the bulge on the hospital bed, and a sneer curled up on his lips under the mask.

The big hand was pulled out from the pocket of the white coat, and the fluorescent blue liquid in the syringe looked particularly strange.

Quietly came to the bedside.

Just inject it into an infusion bag and you'll have $20 million.

"I advise you not to do that."

Just when the other party thought he had a chance to win, a bone-chilling voice suddenly came from behind, shocking that person instantly!

When did the person come behind you?

He didn't feel it at all?

Just as he was thinking in his mind, his eyes suddenly became vicious, and he used a backhand to punch, but before he could touch the opponent, a strong force had already hit his groin!

There was a muffled sound, and the man was half-kneeling on the ground in pain, and the veins on his forehead were twisting.

Jiang Xibao snorted arrogantly.

"waste!"

Bai Xi looked at the man kneeling on the ground, covering his groin, and sneered.

Is this the first time in two weeks?

Still not giving up?

The man called a waste: "..."

Lin Hanxing walked in from outside, holding a bouquet of lavender roses in his arms. There was no expression on his fair, palm-sized face, so much so that even the tear mole in the corner of his eye added a bit of indifference.

She didn't even look at the man, she just put the pruned roses into the vase on the bedside.

Movements are graceful.

"I won't say anything..."

Men know that they are following other people's opinions.

"No one is asking you to speak, just shut up!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Bai Xi had already taken the lead. Because there had been so many people trying to kill Chen Xi in the past two weeks, she had already developed a sophisticated way of dealing with this kind of trash.

"..."

Lin Hanxing didn't seem to hear anything until he had inserted all the flowers, and then turned to look at the man who was still kneeling on the ground.

Outside the door, people from Hua Ji were already tightly surrounding them.

Before the man could do anything, Lin Hanxing glanced over and swallowed back the words he shouted.

"Fourteen days, you are the seventh."

Lin Hanxing spoke calmly.

On average, one every two days, which is enough to show the urgent mood of the second princess.

The man who hadn't yet understood what she meant was suddenly stunned. The syringe originally filled with fluorescent blue liquid was actually in the other person's hand!

The next second, without even a chance to react, there was a sharp pain in the neck...

"Buried?"

Zuo Xiangdong walked in, seeming to want to deal with it the same way as the previous ones.

"No."

Lin Hanxing threw the empty syring aside and took the wet wipe handed over by Jiang Xibao to wipe his hands.

"Send it to the second princess."

Calculating the time, Song Zhiyun's face should be about the same, and it's time to send her a message.

Thinking of this, Lin Hanxing's lips curved into a cold smile.

The group of Hua Ji's men who followed Zuo Xiangdong looked at them and their heads tightened!

"Fine!"

After Zuo Xiangdong finished speaking, he took the person away.

The ward returned to its usual quiet state.

There was a click.

The moment the secret door opened, Youmo's frail figure sitting in a wheelchair came into the eyes of several people.

Her hair is as white as snow, but her beauty is beautiful.

Although this was not the first time he had seen this scene, Lin Hanxing's fingers still trembled slightly.

"The flowers are beautiful."

Song Chenxi's face was as white as a piece of paper, and he looked even more weak against the background of his white hair.