[The habit is really terrible. I used to dislike the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus. 】

Under the suppression of the hospital's own security, the riots in the consultation hall were quickly brought under control.

Luo Mengbai put his hands in the white coat and came from outside the gate, the gold-rimmed glasses on his face reflected a cold light, calmly commanding the crowd.

"Treat those who are injured first, and hand over those who are not injured directly to them when the police arrive. Those who resist will be stunned."

Behind her, Li Xun poked his head out, and ran towards us after a while.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Ning, are you all right?"

The commercial infringement case between Xia Sheng and Yanhua Century is about to start. Xia Sheng held a question-and-answer session with the media this morning. Song Bailao said yesterday that he might not be able to return until the afternoon, so he heard Han Yin talking about the parade When there was chaos, I thought he was going to be stuck in the road.

I didn't expect him not only to not be blocked, but also to save me and the nurse in distress.

I don't know if I should say that I am lucky, or there is some unique feeling between me and him.

"It's fine." I noticed from just now that Li Xun was barefoot, holding the high heels directly in his hand, and asked her, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Li Xun quickly put on his shoes, sweat on his temples: "I ran too fast just now. Mr. Song knew that the parade was chaotic, and he was afraid that the hospital would also have an accident, so he got out of the car and ran over, I was wearing High heels were inconvenient, so I took them off."

No wonder one or two are panting like this, it turns out that they abandoned the car and ran.

I went to see Song Bailao, he looked away unnaturally, and said to Li Xun: "Send Mr. Ning back to the ward first, I'll be there later." After saying that, he glanced at me and turned towards Luo Mengbai go.

Li Xun finished putting on his shoes, and the nurse and the nurse supported me from left to right, as if they were treating a critically ill patient, and "shelf" me back to the ward.

"Mr. Song kept calling your mobile phone in the car. No one answered at first, but then a nurse finally answered, saying that you had not come back from your check-up. When I opened the door and got out of the car, it was too late for me to chase." She carefully helped me to lie down on the bed, recalling what happened just now, "There are many people lying on the road, I don't know if they are injured or dead, it's quite scary."

As Song Bolao's secretary, Li Xun has always been calm, what big scene has he not seen? She said "scary", the scene should be more tragic.

She sat down on the sofa beside my bed: "Actually, I'm here to show you the decoration effect of 'Xu Meiren', the whole project is almost completed, only the last wasteland cleaning is needed "As she said, she took out a tablet computer from her carry-on bag and handed it to me, "Because your current body is not suitable for touching the newly renovated house, Mr. Song asked someone to use VR technology to make a three-dimensional Model, do you still like it?"

The screen lit up and the brand new "Xu Meiren" appeared in front of me. His fingertips slowly slid across the screen, not breathing lightly.

She even asked me if I liked it?

I didn't like it, I was overjoyed.

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just over a million.

In addition to the 10 million spent on the storefront, it may not be possible to earn back a lifetime of cakes.

"Do you like it?" Li Xun asked me again with a little nervousness in his tone.

I looked back and forth at every corner of the workshop, looked up at her and smiled: "I like it, thank you."

Li Xun sighed in relief, clutching his chest: "As long as you like it."

She seemed to suddenly remember something, and she pulled out a leather file bag and handed it to me.

"This is also for you. President Song negotiated with the people of the association for a long time, and it finally arrived yesterday."

I unscrew the seal suspiciously and pull out a thin piece of paper.

When I saw the content on the paper, I was stunned, and then my fingertips began to tremble.

This is a baker certificate.

My name, age, identity information, stamped with the red seal of the association...the baker's certificate.

After Chang Xingze and Xiang Ping lost their lawsuits, the association just informed me that I could take the certificate again, but the previous one could not be restored.

The exam was not difficult for me, and it took a while at most, so I did not continue to appeal.

And now they sent me a new certificate?

Only those who have dealt with the association will know how rigid and arrogant they are and how tough their attitude is.

I caressed the words on the certificate, and in a trance, the person I was thinking of pushed the door and walked in.

Song Bailao should have cleaned up his appearance, wiped off the blood on his face and hands, and his hair was back to order.

Li Xun stood up, gave his seat to him, and said respectfully: "I have completed all the things you have explained. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Song Bailao nodded lightly: "Let the driver go around the back door to pick you up."

Li Xun promised him with a smile, and walked out the door quickly.

There were only two people left in the ward, Song Bailao and I, standing by the bed, his eyes fell on the certificate in my hand.

"Like it?"

I couldn't tell if he asked whether it was Xu Meiren's decoration, the certificate in my hand, or everything he did for me.

However, no matter what it is, normal people will not "dislike" it, right?

I nodded and said softly, "Yeah": "Li Xun said that you have been negotiating with the association for a long time, how could they finally let go?"

Song Bailao sneered with disdain when he heard this, sat down and said, "Sponsor the events, trainings, and conferences they hold every year, no less than 20 games for three years."

It's too dark, 20 games, how can it cost millions... The lion is open.

The thin certificate in his hand suddenly became heavy, and three million yuan in one gold brick could smash someone to death. Suddenly, I wanted to ask Song Bailao to return the certificate. After all, I will take the test myself, and I only need to spend a few hundred registration fees.

"That..."

However, when I met Song Bailau's deep, dark eyes, I couldn't say anything. Intuitively, if I really let him go back, he might be angry, very angry.

"What?" He asked with an eyebrow raised when he saw that I was half-speaking.

"Thank you." After a while, I decided to change my tune.

A fleeting, almost "gentle" smile appeared on his lips, but I blinked and disappeared.

I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was my illusion, or whether he was pretending to be calm.

Although the turmoil in the consultation hall quickly subsided, it was still on the evening news following the parade and riot.

The Sanatorium and Hospital is the property of the Luo family. Today, the beta affirmative action organization participated in the incident. The reporter directly contacted Luo Qinghe's spokesperson and wanted to know his opinion on this matter. The spokesman made a lot of money and refused to be interviewed on the grounds that he did not understand what happened.

"Trash means." Song Bailao suddenly spit out four words with unknown meaning.

I stopped to eat and looked at him on the other side of the table in confusion.

In this hospitalization, because the floor where the ward is located completely prohibits the entry of unmarked omegas, Song Bailao can dine with me without wearing a bite stop all the time.

"Deliberately creating contradictions and increasing their own approval rate is one of the methods that politicians often use." He stretched out his chopsticks and pointed at the parade on TV, "It is also a common trick to defeat opponents. ."

I was startled and said in a low voice, "Could it be that Luo... did it on purpose?"

When I saw the parade scene, I understood what Li Xun meant when he said "very scary". Various flags, clothes, and shoes were scattered everywhere on the ground. The ground was covered in blood. Many people lay there motionless, and their companions hugged them helplessly and cried out for help.

The "disaster scene" is not an exaggeration.

It would be terrifying if all of this was really premeditated.

"I don't know. There are four seats in Xiangtan, three of which are occupied by major parties, and only the last seat is for other parties to compete for. Ruan Huaxiong and Luo Qinghe are actually competing for this seat. To win, they can do whatever they can." Song Bailao said, his expression became a little light, "Sacrificing the interests of some people is for the sake of greater interests. This is the kind of education we have received since childhood."

This "we" may include him and Luo Qinghe, as well as Ruan Huaxiong, Ruan Linghe, and even many other children in a big family like them.

But the benefits obtained afterwards are considerable, but who should the people who are sacrificed now turn to reason?

"You don't agree."

My expression may be too obvious for Song Bailao to see right through.

Poke the rice in the bowl, I simply admitted it generously: "Yes, I don't agree. Although I know that many rules in this world work in ways that I don't agree with, this does not mean The 'disapproval' that gets in my way."

Song Bailao's light laughter came from his ear: "Like the mark between a and o?"

I don't know if he's laughing at my naivety, or if he simply finds my words pleasing to him.

"This is different from what we just said."

"Oh? What's the difference?"

I looked up at him: "The difference between natural and man-made disasters. Natural disasters cannot be controlled, but man-made disasters can be avoided."

The mark is a natural disaster brought by c20, and the riot in the parade is a man-made disaster, which is not the same.

Song Bailao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into a laugh, as if I told a funny joke.

"Well said, natural and man-made disasters..." After a while, he finally stopped and wiped the water from the end of his eyes, "But you are wrong. The premise that man-made disasters can be avoided lies in the hands Whether those in power are willing to give you a chance. If they don't, then you can't avoid it."

I frowned: "Power...you mean people like you?"

He sighed: "Sometimes, I may be the person who holds the power, but I am not the king of this world, there will always be people with more power than me. I make You may not be able to imagine the sacrifice.” He pointed to something, turned his face halfway, revealing the line of his lower jaw and neck, his fingertips scratched from under the ear to the collarbone, leaving four light red marks, “Because this Place, my shackles are not as simple as a bite stopper."

That's where the alpha gonads are, and to put it bluntly, they secrete pheromones.

Song Bailao said in a tone that I couldn't tell whether it was a joke or a serious one: "Sometimes I really want to cut it off."

Since the specific effect of pheromone on a and o is unknown, and whether it is related to the immunity of c20, no hospital dares to perform surgery to remove the gland.

This involves medical ethics, just like human cloning, it is still a forbidden area.

I swallowed and said, "Don't be impulsive..."

This is the neck, if there is a mistake, the life will be gone.

Song Bailao looked at me, his eyes moved slightly, he suddenly swept away gloomy and said, "Don't worry, just think about it, it won't really cut."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head again and focused on eating. I stared at the red mark on his neck, but I didn't know the taste.

If you have an idea, you have the intention to put it into action, otherwise you will not think about it.

He made a simple sentence, but it made me have a knot in my heart.