Peerless soldier king in the city

Chapter 55

"Pretending to be critically ill?!"

Song Xuanxuan looked at Song Zhenxiong in astonishment, she didn't quite understand, what kind of medicine did her father sell in the gourd?Why are you pretending to be sick?

"Hehe... Long Shuai came up with this idea, I just cooperated with him according to his wishes." Song Zhenxiong unkindly pushed everything to Long Shuai.

"Long Shuai, what do you mean? Why are you doing such silly tricks? Don't you think it's fun to tease others?" Song Xuanxuan scolded with a face of annoyance as a vein flashed on her forehead.

In fact, being teased is second to none, the key is that Song Zhenxiong is seriously ill, and Long Shuai came up with such a bad idea to torment him, isn't this just making fun of Song Zhenxiong's body?

This is why Song Xuanxuan was really annoyed.

"Old man, I'm really disrespectful when I say you are a person." In exchange for a scolding, Long Shuai threw Song Zhenxiong a big white-eyed melon seed, and at the same time glanced at Song Xuanxuan, and said, "And you, what a shame!" I don't know what's good or bad, I'm so busy, do you think I'm full and have nothing to do? Isn't it because of you?"

Song Zhenxiong's idea of ​​pretending to be critically ill was indeed Long Shuai's idea.

Seeing the consortium coveting the STP project becoming more and more rampant and unscrupulous, Song Zhenxiong felt that he couldn't sit still.

He thought, instead of being beaten passively, it is better to take the initiative to attack.

So, he told Long Shuai his thoughts, and after Long Shuai listened, the two hit it off immediately, and decided on this strategy of pretending to be critically ill.

As long as Song Zhenxiong pretends to be critically ill, and then spread the news, no matter whether it is overt or secret, as long as it is a monster who covets the STP project, it will definitely jump out eagerly. All day long, I am always on guard against these guys.

It's just that even Long Shuai didn't expect that Song Zhenxiong's body was indeed at the point where the oil lamp was almost exhausted. He pretended to be sick, and he didn't even need to collude with the emergency doctors, and he directly deceived them all.

When he and Song Xuanxuan rushed to the hospital, they saw a group of doctors and experts in white coats surrounding Song Zhenxiong and giving him emergency rescue. It's not working, is it?That would be a really tragic drama.

"For me?" Song Xuanxuan was somewhat puzzled, "For me what?"

"Xuanxuan, oh..." Seeing that his daughter couldn't figure out his intention of pretending to be critically ill, Song Zhenxiong couldn't help but smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Father, what do you mean?" Song Xuanxuan snorted coquettishly, as if quite dissatisfied with Song Zhenxiong's expression.

Song Zhenxiong and Long Shuai looked at each other, and then revealed the whole plan.

But after Song Xuanxuan heard it, she felt guilty for a moment. Her father was tortured by the illness and he still had to rack his brains to think about her. The more Song Xuanxuan thought about it, the more she felt that she was so useless.

After all, knowing daughter Mo Ruo's father, Song Zhenxiong could see Song Xuanxuan's inner thoughts at a glance, so he tried hard to squeeze a smile on his pale face, and comforted his daughter: "Xuanxuan, don't feel guilty, you are just a girl after all. Girl, it's unfair for me to put such a heavy burden on you."

"Remember what Dad said, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, communicate and discuss with Long Shuai more, and listen to his opinions more..."

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As night falls, the sky is full of stars, and the whole city is brightly lit.

A white Audi A4 is driving on the wide road, surrounded by countless vehicles shuttle back and forth, like crucian carp crossing the river.

In the Audi car, Long Shuai was sitting in the driver's seat, looking straight ahead, while Song Xuanxuan was sitting beside him.

The neon lights outside the window were reflected on the faces of the two, constantly changing from light to dark.

"If you lure all those people out, what are you going to do?" Song Xuanxuan asked suddenly.

"What should we do? Cold salad!" Long Shuai turned his head to look at Song Xuanxuan, and said with a casual smile.

In fact, he already had a preliminary idea in his mind on how to deal with those guys, but it was useless to tell Song Xuanxuan about these things, and it would only increase Song Xuanxuan's worries.

Hearing his playful tone again, Song Xuanxuan couldn't help but glared at him bitterly, pouted angrily, and turned her head out of the window with her arms crossed.

After returning home, Song Xuanxuan began to busy put away Song Zhenxiong's daily necessities. After all, her father was going to be in the hospital for a while, so she had to send these things over early tomorrow morning.

"Hey, do you really not need my help?" Long Shuai was leisurely sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, gnawing on an apple, while looking up at Song Xuanxuan who kept coming in and out upstairs.

"No need, my dad doesn't use many things, and there are a lot of things that I'm afraid I can't take to the hospital..." Song Xuanxuan seemed to be still worried about what Long Shuai said with a playful smile just now, she glanced at him and then turned around walked into the room.

This has been busy until late at night, and finally stopped.

Snapped!

After Song Xuanxuan fell asleep, the lights suddenly turned on in a room on the third floor, and Long Shuai, who only wore a pair of underpants, appeared at the door of this room like a thief.

"The old man seems to be talking about this room, right?" After looking around the room, Long Shuai finally landed on a small combination cabinet placed by the wall, walked over to open the bottom drawer, and opened He took out a glass bottle and shook it slightly, the liquid in the bottle rippled.

"This bottle is too big. How can I bring it into the hospital tomorrow? Well, it seems that I can only change to a smaller bottle. Anyway, the old man will not stay in the hospital for too long. It should be okay to put a small bottle in the past." Enough for him to drink." Staring at the glass bottle in his hand, Long Shuai muttered to himself.

When he and Song Xuanxuan left the hospital today, Song Zhenxiong specifically told Long Shuai several things alone, the most important of which was to help him bring the bottle of medicinal wine there tomorrow.

This bottle of medicinal wine is actually a folk prescription for pain relief, which can help him paralyze the pain sensory nerves during the attack, and its effect is better than ordinary painkillers.