Chapter 326 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-five)
Song Ning's mood did not get better after he left.
The coldness on his face grew even stronger as he thought of Lance's cold, empty house.
The phone on his fingertips was played with repeatedly, and Song Ning seemingly casually dialed Jian Qiang's number.
"Go help me with something."
"Find a suitable house and buy it under Lance's name. It must be a ready-made house."
Are these two people so close to the point where Mr. Song can pay to buy people houses?
Jian Qiang looked at her phone in shock, or was it that their President Song was just such a stupid and rich person?
"Okay, Mr. Song, do you have any other requests?"
"It's up to you."
Song Ning was about to hang up when he suddenly paused for two seconds.
"You, you know what to say if he asks you about it, right?"
Since it was Jian Qiang who suggested that he find a little lover, Jian Qiang should be very familiar with how to deal with these things, right?
For example, tell Lance to get out of his cold, shabby house, and don't let that bastard Lance bring him to that shabby house next time.
She must understand this!
President Song wanted the house to be ready and asked her to register it directly under Dr. Lan's name. Doesn't this mean that he just wanted to give Dr. Lan a surprise and didn't plan to tell her?
Jian Qiang said succinctly, "Don't worry, Mr. Song. I know what to say and what not to say."
She turned around and told Dr. Lan that it was Mr. Song who found a new rental house for him out of concern for him. As for the rent?
Why not just quote a bargain price and tell Dr. Lan Mr. Song's card number? She understands the fun between young lovers.
"Ah That's good."
Hearing Jian Qiang's certainty, Song Ning hung up the phone and leaned back.
The ceiling on the car is a bit dazzling.
Song Ning slowly closed his eyes and ruthlessly ignored the cry from deep in his heart. Every failure makes one wiser. After going through this period, he should live his last days clearly like this.
Lance received a call from Jane Qiang in the afternoon and was a little surprised.
"You said that Mr. Ning and Mr. Song found a new house for me?"
"It's just a rented house. I've sent the address and the landlord's card number. Do you need me to help you arrange a moving company, Dr. Lan?"
She is really a good assistant and helper to Mr. Song.
Jian Qiang was moved by the concern and care, after all, this person was most likely their president.
"That's it. I got it. But please don't bother Assistant Jane. I don't have much."
Lance said a few polite words and hung up the phone.
Sitting in the living room and pondering for a while, Lance was a little hesitant.
Could it be that the little prince left at noon today because he didn't like his house?
Lance looked around and suddenly realized.
He only wanted to live in this house temporarily at that time, so apart from regular cleaning services, he didn't do anything else.
The little prince really doesn't like such a cold and lifeless room, probably because of this.
In that case, if the little prince wants to change him, then let him change.
Two hours later, Lance received a refund message from the previous landlord and stood in the living room of his new house. At his feet were all his packed luggage - all in total, just a simple suitcase.
Lance quickly scanned the house. It had three bedrooms and two living rooms, one of which was a study room with a top-of-the-line computer. It was obvious that the house was carefully designed. The overall color tone was vivid and soft, like a bunch of sunflowers in summer, which made people feel full of vitality and endless enthusiasm.
But it doesn’t seem like the Little Prince’s usual style. He would prefer something more down-to-earth and with softer tones.
After Lance finished his review, he sent a message to Jian Qiang.
[Lance: I have already moved. Thanks for the trouble, Special Assistant Jane. But I am curious, what is this house? ]
So fast? Does this Dr. Lan have eight arms and six legs?
Jian Qiang was shocked.
[Jian Qiang: What's wrong with the house? This was arranged according to Mr. Song's wishes. Is there something inappropriate? ]
It turns out the little prince didn’t choose it himself, no wonder.
Lance lowered his eyes.
[Lance: No, I just asked casually. Sorry to bother you at work. Bye.]
At the same time, downstairs in the old community.
"It actually hid here, making it so hard for me to find it."
Even though the man was hiding in the shadows, he could not hide the dark aura around him. His stubbled chin made him look dirty and haggard, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with resentment and anger.
"Lance, you wait for me, all of you wait for me!"
He touched the things in his pocket, put on a mask, and followed the crowd upstairs.
Yan Qi watched from a distance, and when he saw someone walking upstairs, he quickly took out his cell phone and made a call.
Call the police! There's a pervert!
When the police car roared over, Yan Qi quickly put on his mask and pointed out the man to the police.
Only when the man was caught by the police did Yan Qi breathe a sigh of relief.
Oh my god, it would be better for him to come at the right time than to come early. The last time Lance gave him the ointment that cured his hemorrhoids, he was immediately found by his teacher in the hospital and his condition had returned to normal.
Teacher Yan Qi was curious at the time. He knew that his disciple had been suffering from hemorrhoids in recent days. How could he recover so quickly?
After repeated questioning, Yan Qi explained that "he had a friend" and then donated the remaining plaster.
"You moved? Fortunately, it's all thanks to you that you moved!"
Yan Qi called Lance and found the new place. Without having time to be shocked by the luxury of Lance's new residence, he quickly told Lance what had just happened.
"Fortunately, I felt something was wrong with that man as soon as I saw him. He looked sneaky and didn't seem like a good person."
Yan Qi still felt a lingering fear when he spoke, "I didn't think much about getting close to him before, and I heard him seem to be muttering your name, so I became alert."
Thanks to his vigilance, he realized that the man was really going to do something.
"The police said there was a fruit knife in his pocket. It was so scary!"
Lance poured him a glass of water, and the data was quickly confirmed.
The surveillance camera quickly gave him feedback, and Lance was a little surprised.
The Son of the World? It was him?
But they have not had any intersection in this world yet, so why would the Son of the World want to cause trouble for him?
Lance suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at Yan Qi again.
"Let's put everything else aside. Why are you here again? Did your hospital suddenly close down?"
Who was the one who was fired from the hospital? Would Yan Qi really not be fired from the hospital if he kept coming to him every day?
Upon hearing this, Yan Qi rolled his eyes.
"I say, brother, is this how you think of your buddy?"
But he thought about it and realized that he had been running a lot during this period, and he roughly understood Lance's thoughts.
But he looked at Lance resentfully and took out the memo on his phone.
"Don't mention it. Do you still have the hemorrhoid medicine you gave me? I'm just a poor purchasing agent who helps others buy medicine."
The answer is that it was his own fault for being too talkative in the first place, which led to this situation.