Chapter 325 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Twenty-four)
A luxury car that was totally out of place in this area quietly drove into an old residential building. If someone saw it, they would definitely stop and watch.
It was just that it was school time, so it didn't cause any commotion.
"arrive."
Lance stepped out of the car with his long legs, his palms naturally resting on the top of the door.
"You seem very skilled at this."
Song Ning adjusted his collar slightly and glanced at Lance's hand with his slightly watery eyes.
"There should be a lot of people who understand, it's just a matter of whether they want to do it or not."
Lance didn't care much about it. He went around and briefly told the driver about some suitable parking places nearby. There was no decent parking lot in this old residential building.
If the Little Prince's car was parked nearby, the driver would probably have a headache.
"Go get a hotel and rest first. I need a car and you can come over later."
Song Ning felt a little unhappy when he saw that Lance was indeed considerate and thoughtful.
He thought he was the only one who received special treatment from Lance, but he didn't expect that it was just this guy's usual style?
When the driver heard this, he nodded quickly.
"Okay, Mr. Song, I'll leave first."
Without thinking, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Are you kidding? Just now when he heard the girl behind him kissing in the car, he wanted to become deaf and blind, okay?
Workers like them don't want to know too much about Mr. Song's private affairs. It's not a good thing for him to know too much while he's paid as a driver!
Without anyone around, Mr. Song was too lazy to be independent.
He leaned on Lance with confidence, as if he had suddenly lost his legs and was unable to walk independently.
"Doctor Lan, I'm a little tired. Why don't you take me home to rest first?"
He wanted to see what kind of place Lance lived in.
Song Ning admitted that he was a little curious.
"Well, let's go."
Without blinking, Lance stretched out his big hand and embraced Song Ning very smoothly. Song Ning immediately felt his body lighten and then he was taken away lightly.
Song Ning: …
Miscalculated, he thought.
When he turned his head, he could see the serious expression of the person next to him, which made Song Ning even more curious.
What kind of person is this Lance?
The two entered the empty elevator and went all the way to the seventh floor. They bypassed several rooms whose doors were cluttered with shoes, and Lance took Song Ning straight to the last room.
"Here we are."
Lance reached out to sense his fingerprint, and the door opened silently in response.
"You are special."
Song Ning followed him in and suddenly spoke.
"What do you mean special?"
Lance got him a new pair of indoor shoes and went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water.
"Thank you."
Song Ning sat down on the sofa and looked around.
The room with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom is small, but it has good sunlight.
The potted plant in the corner of the living room is a green plant that is breathing freshly, and the sunlight shines down from above, casting a warm beam of light.
Bright, clean, and with no signs of human habitation.
Song Ning thought, maybe this place is not where Lance lives?
Otherwise how to explain the door that is completely different from others, and the high-end fingerprint lock that is out of tune with this apartment.
Song Ning took a sip of water to hide the doubts in his heart.
"Nothing, I just think you are particularly clean."
"That's the cleaning company's credit. They come to our house every two days."
Lance changed into home clothes, "I'll have someone send some food over. Do you want to change into something first? If you don't mind me wearing it."
"You are willing to do that. The cost of doing it every two days should not be low."
Song Ning stood up and walked to Lance's side, running his fingertips across the profile of Lance, speaking in a low voice.
"Doctor Lan is asking me if I mind now. I thought our relationship was..."
The fingertips moved away, and the lips and tongue swallowed the last word.
After the kiss, Song Ning lightly moved his lips away.
"Where are your clothes? I'll go change."
Lance licked the corner of his mouth, feeling a little confused.
He seems to have been hooked?
The errands and food delivery were quick. Song Ning changed his clothes, sat down and picked up the book on the sofa, and Lance went to open the door to get the food.
Song Ning watched Lance walk into the kitchen skillfully, his eyes dropping to the book.
He rolled up his overly long sleeves several times, revealing his arms so white that you could see the blue veins. His bony knuckles flipped the cover of the book.
The Diversity of the Human Species.
Song Ning: …
He looked towards the kitchen, then looked at the book.
It's hard to imagine what kind of person would choose to read such a book.
Song Ning lost interest, so he simply put the book down and walked around.
The living room is very small, and you can tell at a glance how small it is.
Song Ning walked around and returned to the door of Lance's room.
Lance left the door open when he was changing clothes just now. He leaned against the door and looked inside. He had a clear view of everything.
A simple gray wardrobe, a large silver-gray bed, and light gray pillows and sheets.
Apart from that there is a simple bedside table, which is so simple, rough and clean that it doesn’t look like a room that has ever been lived in.
The thought came to Song Ning's mind again.
Maybe this isn't where Lance usually lives at all.
That's why Lance brought him up so easily. Song Ning showed a hint of sarcasm on his face.
Without the heart to explore, Song Ning casually returned to the sofa. His originally rosy complexion gradually became a little tired.
Song Ning covered his chest with his hands, the tinnitus in his ears made his mind a little confused.
Song Ning's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Maybe he shouldn't have put too much thought into Lance, or maybe he shouldn't have agreed to Jane Qiang in the first place.
He should have thought of this long ago. With his status, no matter who it is, he will eventually...
"time to eat."
The rich aroma and low, sexy voice interrupted Song Ning's thoughts, and he subconsciously raised his head.
The tall man in the apron looked very inconsistent with the outfit. He was holding a white casserole in his hands wearing heat-proof gloves. The slightly steaming heat made it difficult for Song Ning to see Lance's expression.
Song Ning was stunned for two seconds and slowly stood up.
The soup is quite fragrant, at least it deserves the delicious taste.
After dinner, Song Ning suggested leaving. Lance stood by the window and watched them get into the car and leave, feeling confused.
She was clearly asking him for a kiss in the car, and while he was cooking, she was still struggling on how to reject the little prince's desire for pleasure.
How come people change their minds after making a meal?
Lance thought for two seconds, then slowly moved his eyes to the finished bowl of soup.
Could it be that he added some medicinal herbs in it and it came out when he drank it?
So this person was pissed off by himself?
For the first time, Lance was a little overwhelmed.
The little prince in this life doesn't seem to be so easy to deceive, no, it seems to be so easy to coax.
A smile appeared in his eyes. Isn't this quite interesting?