Is this...have we been arranged in advance...

With mixed feelings about being thoughtfully assigned a hospital bed to see a doctor, Abel and the director of the scientific research department walked into the office, and then they saw only a young man in a white coat, sitting at the desk with a haggard and vicissitudes of life for some reason.

later.

Eh?

A young man?

So young?

This first thought came to mind at the same time, and just when Abel was still wondering what was going on in this room that allowed so many people to line up and then lie down within a minute of entering.

The director of the scientific research department frowned and asked seriously:

"I...."

As soon as he said a word, Abel saw the face of the young man in front of him darken.

Then the Minister of Scientific Research collapsed...

....

A young man next to him, who looked like an assistant, immediately supported him with skill and agility, and said the second half of the sentence, '...It's the director of the scientific research department, who are you?' before he could say it.

The minister was placed on the hospital bed.

Behind the desk, Fangran looked out the window with a speechless expression and sighed:

"I know that you have made a lot of money in your life, or you have made a net profit, or you started your career after winning the lottery, and finally married the goddess Bai Fumei. In short, you were so busy making money that you lost your shape."

After saying that, Fangran covered his face, placed the brilliant scepter inlaid with crimson crystal on the desk, and waved his hands in disgust.

"Hurry up and carry it away, carry it away, next one, next one."

At this time, Fangran finally noticed Abel standing next to him, and looked at the foreigner with dark brown curly hair in front of him with a look of shock.

Damn it!

Have foreigners finally come?

"Carry it away, carry it away..."

Fangran's face was filled with black lines, and he planned to wave his hand to make this person lie down as well.

"etc!!!!!!!"

Just a second before Fangran waved, Abel suddenly shouted!

Fangran was startled, then shrank back on the boss's chair, the corner of his mouth twitching as he thought.

Dry!

Forced to prick your heart!???

In the office, Abel's figure froze slightly, and his elegant temperament was replaced by shock and disbelief.

He looked at Fangran's gold-encrusted scepter set with a huge deep ruby ​​on the table.
Chapter completed!