Chapter 839 The Provocateur Ning Zhiyuan!

At the beginning, Zhao Hui was still wondering if she wanted to rent a house nearby so that she could take care of her husband, but to be honest, even if she could rent a house nearby, it would not be very convenient to commute every day. Who knows that Wan Qihong has already Helped myself to solve this problem.

"Thank you so much!" Zhao Hui was really grateful, she grabbed Wan Qihong's hand, she didn't know how to organize her own language, but she suddenly reacted to the word "head" mentioned in her mouth, and she was a little stunned.

"Miss Wan, you said that there are still big people in the sanatorium, will we affect them!"

"It's fine, as long as we don't go inside, besides, there are guards in their rooms, and we won't affect them!" Wan Qihong said while pulling Zhao Hui: "Auntie, let's go to your room first. Go and see!"

"Brother, come and help!" Sukra said to Zhou Fang, now that his Passat is here, no matter how you look at it, it feels really low-key. [

"What are your orders, tell me!" Zhou Fang shrugged his shoulders and followed behind Su Ke. To be honest, Zhou Fang was two years older than Su Ke, but Su Ke's concentration when he was racing has long been a source of concern for Zhou. Fang was conquered, not at all like the youthful appearance of his own age.

"Be a coolie!" Su Ke opened the trunk of the car with the remote control, and took out the bags that Zhao Hui and Li Feifei had changed and washed. There were not many things, just two bags, one for each person, and it didn't take much effort at all.

"How are you doing recently? Has your craft improved?" Su Ke was talking about Zhou Fang's driving skills. It turns out that before Su Ke appeared, Zhou Fang was the soy sauce man in the supercar club, but the last time Su Ke appeared Ke did reveal some of his experience to Zhou Fang, and he should gain something.

"Hey! I'm not kidding you, I'm already in the top ten in qualifying now!" As soon as Zhou Fang mentioned this topic, he immediately became excited, as if he had directly touched his G-spot.

"Top ten? How many people are in the game!"

"It's boring to talk about the number of people! We are enjoying the game!" Zhou Fang scratched his head and changed the topic directly, it seems that some insiders don't want to be exposed.

"Hey, that's right! When I came, I heard on the radio that several racing cars on Dongba Middle Street had already been caught! It couldn't be yours!"

"Che, how is it possible, those bastards are all lunatics, playing with cars on the street, not only do they not take other people's lives seriously, but even their own lives are not counted, our club is playing sports, they are playing What's wrong, it's luck, their fucking life is luck!"

Zhou Fang became more and more angry. To be honest, this kind of behavior that uses life as a child's game is despised by all qualified people. People who are truly educated will never do this kind of behavior. They are more willing to be on the track. The thrill of the pursuit of speed.

"Okay, I know you're an elegant athlete. If you leave, we'll be left behind if you don't leave!" After a while, Wan Qihong had already taken Zhao Hui and the others to the sanatorium's security office to go through the formalities.

Li Feifei has always been very restrained and said nothing. She has a feeling that around these women, she feels like an ugly duckling. The temperament of these women is hard to imitate. Even when Su Ke was talking to them, he felt that he was getting further and further away from Su Ke.

Looking back subconsciously, Su Ke finally followed her carrying her luggage. Only at this time did she feel more at ease.

It seems that President Liu Xianrong has already greeted the guards here in advance, and several people quickly received a temporary entry and exit certificate, but although it is a temporary certificate, there is a recent photo of the avatar just taken by the computer. Getting in and out is really strict.

Leaving these aside, Su Ke was surprised when he saw Building No. 6. In his imagination, even if Building No. 6 was not a small high-rise, it would have to be five or six floors. Who knows---the so-called No. 6 The building turned out to be a two-story villa, and there was even a small garden in front of the door.

The gate outside has an Arabic numeral 6 indicating the building number. It seems that even if no one lives here, there will be a special person to clean and renovate.

Zhao Hui was a little hesitant while standing in front of the fence gate. Although the so-called villa is not a villa, after all, Li Weishuang is also the general manager of a large company. Although the family lives in a duplex building, to be honest, he doesn't live often. The company's headquarters is just outside the city. .

But the villa in front of me is the convalescent villa of the People's Liberation Army General Hospital. This is really not something ordinary people can live in. Wan Qihong found such a place for herself, although it may not be too difficult for Wanjia. Zhao Hui knew in her heart that she owed more and more of her favor.

"Miss Wan, look, is it suitable for us to live here?"

"Auntie, don't call me Miss Wan, just call me Qihong. You are an elder. Besides, you live in the periphery, so it won't matter!" Since Wan Qihong can arrange Zhao Hui here , that's not her personal relationship. When she received a call from Su Ke, she went to see Mr. Wan. [

The next step, including contacting Liu Xianrong and arranging the reception location, is a matter of Mr. Wan, and the convalescent area of ​​the PLA General Hospital is really not a big deal, although there are indeed several chiefs here. But they don't stay too long.

After all, when it comes to convalescence, there are still more suitable places. This is why there are only eight buildings in the entire convalescence area. Living here is only a temporary convenience. After the body has dealt with the difficulties, he will leave soon.

"Auntie, don't be polite, let's go first and put things down, and contact President Liu later!" Wan Qihong said and opened the gate of Villa No. 6 directly.

Just as several people were talking, an old Audi 4 with a license plate with a black letter Yan V8 on a white background drove slowly over, and who knew that it would start to slow down when it got closer.

"Yo! Isn't this the president of Wanqihong Wanda! What kind of wind brought you here? It's not because you want your lover to have lovesickness, right?"

The Audi car stopped, and a man about 1.9 meters walked down. He was wearing a simple basketball vest with Tianjian No. 4 printed on the vest. He was very burly, and his arms were very muscular. Solid, but the expression on his face is disgusting.

"Ning Zhiyuan!" Wan Qihong turned her head to look at the person who came, frowned slightly, and was able to call her name directly, she was probably quite familiar, and the relationship should not be considered friendly: "Give me your mouth. Clean it up a bit, and you will also have a place to be savage!"