Medical Sovereign

Ding Ning was speechless, he had explained about Liu Sheng Qiandai many times, but he was really too lazy to explain again, so he said casually, "No, she just clings to me."

"I can sleep in a room with you if I stick to you?"

Lan Mengdie's brain suddenly opened, her eyes were blurred and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Pan Xiangyun opened his sexy mouth in astonishment, and his mind was full of imagination, imagining the scene where Ding Ning was forcibly pushed back by Liu Sheng Qiandai, a blush suddenly appeared on his face.

Ding Ning shook his head with a wry smile, "You will find out later when you ask Wen Rourou."

Sending the two girls back to Yanjing Hotel and handing them over to Wenrou, to his surprise Liu Sheng Qiandai had no intention of following him at all, so he was relieved, said hello and went straight to Jinbihuanghuang.

Zhu Pengcheng didn't show up until the end of the banquet, and he didn't look like he was asking for anything from him at all, which made him confused, and he had to figure it out.

"You are Mr. Ding, Mr. Zhu is waiting for you in Room 888."

As soon as we arrived at the entrance of Jinbihuanghuang, the lobby manager in cheongsam greeted us with a professional smile.

Ding Ning was startled: "He knew I was coming."

"Then I don't know. Zhu always arranged it like this. I just follow his orders. Mr. Ding, please follow me."

The manager in the lobby was leading the way with his buttocks twisting, which made Ding Ning blushed, and quickly looked away, running the "Bodhi Heart Jue" silently, pretending to look around to resolve the embarrassment.

The past few days in Yanjing has suffocated him, and he was tempted by Qu Yan last night, and a wave of evil fire was forcibly suppressed by him, which made him suddenly miss the days in Ninghai, at least Luoxue was there Beside him, if it's really not possible, there is still Xiaoyao eagerly waiting, and Ling Yun will also give and take whatever he wants.

This sudden desire made him realize that after military training, as his physical fitness gradually strengthened, his needs in certain aspects were much stronger than normal people.

It's only been a few days, it's like sitting in a prison for several years, and the old sow is almost double-eyed.

In front of the door of room 888, the charming lobby manager knocked lightly on the door, and Zhu Pengcheng's majestic voice came from inside the door: "Come in, the door is unlocked!"

"Mr. Ding, Mr. Zhu is waiting for you inside, please come in!"

The lobby manager bowed slightly politely,

Made a gesture of please.

Ding Ning nodded, and walked in with his head held high. He really wanted to figure out what Zhu Pengcheng wanted to do.

When he entered the room, the lobby manager closed the door tactfully and left quietly.

"Mr. Ding, please sit down!"

Zhu Pengcheng's chubby face was full of smiles, he stood up enthusiastically to greet him, and stretched out his hand to ask him to sit on the Italian leather sofa.

Ding Ning was not too polite, he sat down on the sofa, looked around, and praised in his mouth: "As expected of resplendent and resplendent, this is just like a small palace."

Room 888 is the presidential suite, with golden wallpapers, golden floor stalls, golden coffee tables, golden sofas, golden home appliances, even the fucking toothbrushes and towels are golden, and the whole room has one tone—gold, which makes People have a feeling of entering a golden house.

It stands to reason that this kind of nouveau riche-like style should make people feel vulgar, but perhaps vulgarity is elegance, Ding Ning not only does not feel vulgar, but has a sense of dignity.

She secretly slandered in her heart, this girl Ling Yun must like it here, it has the same taste as her dream of sleeping on a big bed full of money.

"Hehe, Mr. Ding must be very curious about why I am waiting for you here."

Zhu Pengcheng didn't continue the discussion on the decoration style, but asked straight to the point.

Ding Ning smiled, bowed his head and drank tea without saying a word, offering courtesies for nothing, either rape or stealing, Zhu Pengcheng must have asked for something to give him a big gift as soon as he came up.

Now that he has grasped the initiative, there is no need to show excess curiosity and become passive. Eating sugar-coated cannonballs also requires skill.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhu Pengcheng felt depressed, could this kid know how to chat, but it also made him realize that Ding Ning was not a fledgling young man who didn't know anything.

That being the case, let's talk straight to the point, and immediately coughed dryly, with emotion on his face: "Everyone knows that I, Zhu Pengcheng, started from scratch and spent more than 20 years establishing more than 30 companies including Jinbihuihuang. In the eyes of outsiders, I, Zhu Pengcheng, can be regarded as a figure in Yanjing City, and even the rich and young of those wealthy families have to give me three points of face."

Ding Ning was still silent, listening to him quietly. As a hunter who can lurk in the wild for three days and three nights to wait for his prey since he was eight years old, the most important thing he lacks is patience.

Zhu Pengcheng looked at him with complicated eyes, and laughed at himself: "Maybe in the eyes of most people, I am considered a successful person standing at the pinnacle of life, but in fact, I, Zhu Pengcheng, know how much I have. There are countless people who work hard in this city and are eager to get ahead. Many of them are highly educated university graduates, masters and even doctoral graduates. , more people either fell into the sand with their halberds, or disappeared with everyone. I, Zhu Pengcheng, am just a big bastard who graduated from junior high school. "

Ding Ning's eyes flickered, and his brows were slightly frowned. He didn't know why Zhu Pengcheng talked to him lightly, but he could feel the sincerity in his words, so he continued to remain silent and listened carefully, wanting to know what he wanted what to say.

"In this city, most successful people like to wear formal dresses to attend receptions, drink red wine, smoke cigars, dance the national standard, and pretend to be gentlemen. It seems that they are not upper-class people if they don't do that, and they look like aristocrats Yes, even if you drink tea once in a while, you have to pretend to be sophisticated and have a tea arty arty, I'm sorry!"

Zhu Pengcheng didn't mind his attitude, picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and said with a little sarcasm: "My old Zhu is just a mud leg from the countryside. I don't know much about culture and elegance. I drink tea purely to quench my thirst. I can't tell the difference between tea leaves that cost 10,000 yuan or 1 tael and tea leaves that cost 100 yuan or 10 catties. I have to spit out tea leaves anyway, and I'm not used to drinking red wine. It's better to drink Erguotou for energy."

Ding Ning listened to his nagging with a smile on his face, and became more and more curious about the purpose of this guy who was full of kindness towards him.

"Hey! After nagging for a long time, you must be tired of listening."

Zhu Pengcheng sighed, looked at him with sparkling eyes and asked.

"I don't think so, it's quite interesting. Mr. Zhu has a bold personality, he is not pretentious, and has a reckless air. He is a person to befriend."

Ding Ning flatly complimented her.

"Really? Haha, if I can get a compliment from Mr. Ding, I, Lao Zhu, can be regarded as honorable, hahaha."

Zhu Pengcheng smiled and narrowed his small eyes, as if it was such an honor to be praised by Ding Ning.

In the following time, Zhu Pengcheng talked to him about interesting things that happened in Yanjing City, with an affectionate attitude as if Ding Ning had known him for many years, but he never mentioned the reason for waiting for him to come. .

Ding Ning felt like he couldn't laugh or cry. This guy was definitely not as simple and straightforward as he appeared on the surface. He was an old fox who was very good at talking nonsense.

Seeing the passage of time, he still has business to do at night, listening to his nonsense, Ding Ning gradually became impatient, but still maintained his superficial politeness: "Mr. Mr. Zhu holds the candle to talk at night, but I have other things to do tonight, so I can’t have fun with Mr. Zhu today, so I will leave first.”

"Uh, that... that's good too. Mr. Ding and I hit it off right away. If we have time, let's talk in detail."

Ding Ning wanted to force Zhu Pengcheng to say his purpose, but unexpectedly, Zhu Pengcheng stood up smiling and saw off the guests, but he still didn't say what he wanted.

"That's fine. I'll visit Mr. Zhu again when I have time. It's just that I'm entangled in mundane affairs. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in Yanjing for a few days. If you don't have time before leaving and can't come to say goodbye to Mr. Zhu, please don't blame Mr. Zhu." It is."

Seeing that Zhu Pengcheng was so calm, Ding Ning didn't bother to pester him anymore. What he said was that I don't have a few days to stay in Yanjing, and I might not have time to see you before I leave. If you don't say anything, then Just never say it.

Zhu Pengcheng was stunned, his expression fluctuating, just when Ding Ning was secretly complacent, thinking that he would not be able to resist telling the purpose of looking for him, but unexpectedly Zhu Pengcheng's face quickly returned to normal, still carrying the signature boldness Smile: "Okay, the future will be long. When Mr. Ding is free, he will come to Yanjing again. Don't forget to call me, Lao Zhu, and I will come to show the friendship of the landlord."

Ding Ning was completely stunned. Could it be that Zhu Pengcheng really just hit it off with him and wanted to make friends with him? Don't have anything to ask him to do? This is too unscientific, isn't it?

But Zhu Pengcheng did not ask him to do anything from the beginning to the end, as if he really just wanted to make friends with him, which made him feel aggrieved by punching the empty space with all his strength.

Since he even said his farewell words, Ding Ning was too embarrassed to stay here any longer, so he left full of doubts under Zhu Pengcheng's personal hand-off.

The Hummer exited the resplendent parking lot, turned a corner along the street, and stopped.

Ding Ning sat in the driver's seat with a wry smile on his face. He was too busy forcing Zhu Pengcheng to go, forgetting that the main event tonight was still resplendent.

But now he couldn't turn around and go back. Zhu Pengcheng knew that he should say that he couldn't hold his breath, and would laugh his ass off.

Scratching his head in distress, he cursed softly: "This Zhu Pengcheng, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?"

It has to be said that Zhu Pengcheng's clouds and mists really aroused his strong curiosity and made him itch.

This tantalizing feeling made him hate him so much that he really wanted to catch this old boy and beat him up.

But what surprised him even more was that he sent Mosquitoes to spy on Zhu Pengcheng's privacy, but he couldn't even get into room 888.

The extravagant-looking golden door was so tightly fitted to the ground that even magic mosquitoes couldn't get in, and Zhu Pengcheng never came out after entering the room.

This made him even more curious about Zhu Pengcheng. What kind of person is this? What kind of identity does he have? What do you want to express to yourself?

An ordinary businessman? Impossible, just the golden door that can isolate the magic mosquito from prying eyes is not something ordinary people can create.

In room 888, the smile on Zhu Pengcheng's face faded, and he paced back and forth with long sighs.

"Why didn't you just tell him?"

A slender figure appeared like a ghost and asked coldly.

If Ding Ning was here, he would definitely be shocked. He stayed here for nearly an hour, but he didn't realize that there was a third person in the room.