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Chapter 313 Deliberately Flattery

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    Feng Jun did not stay in a daily rental house, but directly got into Yuan Huapeng's car.

    But he did not go back to the hotel. He chose a four-star hotel to stay more than one kilometer away from the hospital.

    Yuan Huapeng had something on his mind and didn¡¯t dare to ask you why you lived here, so he just watched him go through the formalities.

    Feng Jun took one look at the beautiful scenery and told the front desk, "Open two suites."

    The suite was quickly opened, and there was no shortage of rooms as Yuan Huapeng said.

    However, it was the second sister who rushed to pay the deposit for the room, "Xiaomei, if you still recognize me as an old sister, let me come!"

    "She didn't care about Feng Jun anymore, and went directly to the good scenery, which can be regarded as a well-intentioned thing."

    The two suites are on the same floor, not far apart. Everyone went in to take a look at the room. Feng Jun turned around and left, "You guys stay here, I'll be back soon."

    He went downstairs, looked around, walked quickly to the east, walked three to four hundred meters, turned into a courtyard with lush trees, looked at the positions of the surrounding cameras, walked behind a secluded bush, and determined  Three suitcases were released without anyone noticing.

    Yuan Huapeng stayed in the room, feeling a little uneasy: Is this guy running away again?

    Not long after, Feng Jun came over, dragging three trolley cases in his hand. Yuan Huapeng blinked when he saw this.

    This guyactually has someone to support him?

    Feng Jun sent Hao Jing¡¯s trolley case over, then looked at Yuan Huapeng and said, ¡°Let¡¯s go to the hospital and have a look.¡±

    In fact, he was quite curious, why couldn't he open his eyes?

    When we arrived at the hospital, Yuan Huakun and his eldest sister were both there, so they were naturally polite when they saw him.

    Mr. Yuan had been struggling for a long time and just fell asleep. Feng Jun stepped forward lightly and took his pulse again.

    After taking his pulse, he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he was here. The old man's vitality had dropped drastically. Even if he could survive the next time he took the body-building pill, he might not be able to do it the next time. He might faint.

    But he still couldn¡¯t figure out why Mr. Yuan couldn¡¯t open his eyes. He could just feel that the lesion had improved a lot, but it was still far from being smooth.

    When he stopped, he couldn't help but snorted, "Yes, I still need a Yuan Pei Dan."

    The eldest sister heard this clearly and couldn't help being slightly surprised, "Do you still want the green pill?"

    Feng Jun nodded, with a very ugly expression on his face. He had never thought that after a person gets old and frail, the effectiveness of the Peiyuan Pill would evaporate so quickly. As expected, no matter how big a hero you are, you cannot escape the natural laws of birth, old age, illness, and death.  .

    Realizing this, he felt that this time was not in vain, but he had to use two Peiyuan Pills, which was really a bit surprising.

    Yuan Huakun and the eldest sister really want to ask why they need another Peiyuan Pill. After all, for the first two pills, they paid the purchase quota of 300 tons of zha medicine. If they add another pill, the quota will increase again.  Bar?

    "But when the two of them saw that Feng Jun looked unhappy, they rationally didn't say anything - they put the responsibility on the hospital, but in the end, don't we have to admit it?

    If the other party doesn¡¯t mention it, they won¡¯t ask. Anyway, the old man is gradually returning to normal, and someone will naturally make the decision by then.

    As soon as Feng Jun and Yuan Huapeng left, the eldest sister's phone vibrated. She opened it to take a look and let out a light sigh.

    Yuan Huakun glanced at her, "What's wrong?"

    The eldest sister hesitated for a moment and spoke with a strange expression, "The second one said you can contact Xiao Sai to contact the model."

    The message was sent by the second sister. She saw Xiaomei taking a pack of sanitary napkins and entering the bathroom.

    Yuan Huakun is a little bored. This is the difference between Huapeng and his second sister. The second sister wants to take the wife route, but Huapeng thinks that Feng Jun is young and carefree, and maybe he prefers something new.

    ¡°But he is already so old that he can almost give birth to Feng Jun, and he actually pimps him

    Thinking so, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yuan Huapeng, "Second sister said that Xiaomei and Feng Jun are just friends who get along well, and they may not be what we thought."

    Of course, this news will not be sent through the group. After all, there are children from various families in the group.

    So the second sister didn¡¯t know that the message she sent to the eldest sister was actually sent out of shape.

    When Yuan Huapeng saw this message, he was stunned for a moment, and then he responded with an "ok" gesture.

    That day happened to be the weekend. After dinner that night, the second sister invited Hao Jingjing and Feng Jun to attend a concert.

    Hao Jingjing is a musician himself, and he also owns a music store. Hearing that he could attend a concert in the capital, he was overjoyed.

    &nbs??.

    The only difference is that the singing stage here is not that big, and the seats are divided upstairs and downstairs. The decoration is in a pastoral style, light and at the same time, with a bit of vicissitude and simplicity, and even the seats are rattan chairs.

    But what is certain is that although these decorations are not very eye-catching, they are definitely expensive.

    The wicker chairs and sofas upstairs and downstairs can accommodate about two hundred people. There are also a few high stools at the bar at the door - Feng Jun is all too familiar with this atmosphere.

    There are now forty or fifty guests in the venue. The quality of the guests is pretty good, and there is no sound. On the singing stage, a middle-aged man who looks a bit like Huang Bo is holding a guitar and playing by himself.  Singing "Emperor Imperial Capital"

    The sound of the speaker is not high, but just right. The man has a ponytail and sings feebly. He does not sing about loneliness, hesitation and confusion. Instead, he seems to be telling someone else's story. It is a bit sadder than the feeling of death.

    The waiter led Yuan Huapeng and Feng Jun to the second floor and into a booth.

    The people in the booth had already stood up, one man and three women. The man was in his late thirties, of medium height and build. They greeted Yuan Huapeng respectfully, "Hello, brother Peng, this brother hello."

    Yuan Huapeng frowned and asked lightly, "Where is Xiao Sai?"

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