The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

In the ward, Sun Yinghe looked at Qian Hu who was kneeling in front of him and trembling with a gloomy expression.

"Have you found what I asked you to find?"

He has lost a lot of weight in the past two days, his cheekbones have become taller and his eyes have protruded. He is no longer as gentle as before and looks like a monkey.

Qian Hu, who was kneeling on the ground, did not dare to raise his head, for fear that his ancestor would be angry. After all, what he brought this time was not good news.

"How can you say that you have a gun?"

Even though Qian Hu was a complete gangster, he had no way of getting a gun.

At most, he just blocks roads and robs in the streets every day, or molests little girls. He has never done anything like what Sun Yinghe ordered him to do this time.

The air suddenly became stagnant for a moment, followed by Sun Yinghe's unwilling curse.

"If you can't do this little thing well, what's the use of keeping you? I think it would be nice to just beat you to death."

Qian Hu's face turned pale, knowing that Sun Yinghe was not kidding him.

This person is usually very unpredictable, and this time he failed to do the things he asked him to do well. If he fails to do it, he will find an opportunity to give himself some relief.

Qian Hu's show of weakness did not make Sun Yinghe look any better. Instead, he stared at Qian Hu fiercely, insulted him with all kinds of dirty words, and categorically said that he was an incompetent person.

Qian Hu lowered his head and said nothing, allowing him to debase himself to the point of being worthless.

After a long while, Sun Yinghe lay down on the bed after he had finished cursing, and rolled his eyes at Qian Hu on the ground.

"Haven't you ever dealt with the black market? There are people selling guns and ammunition."

He had only heard about it, but he didn't know that a few months ago, Jiangnan City's black market had been overrun by the influx of homeless people's organs into the black market.

After Qian Hu carefully explained the situation to Sun Yinghe, Sun Yinghe raised his head suspiciously.

"It's true, you're not lying to me."

Sun Yinghe didn't believe him, and Qian Hu had already thought of it.

"How dare I deceive you."

The black market has long since disappeared, and he asked himself to buy guns in the black market, which is definitely impossible.

Seeing that he insisted on claiming that the black market no longer existed no matter how threatened he was, Sun Yinghe nodded impatiently.

"I'll give you three more days. No matter how much money you spend, you must buy a gun."

He wants these guns to be of great use.

Upon hearing Sun Yinghe's threat, Qian Hu shrank his neck and nodded.

"I will definitely try my best, but..."

Qian Hu seemed to have remembered something, and raised his head slightly to look at Sun Yinghe, whose face was ashen on the bed.

"You still have to deal with the Lin Group. Didn't General Manager Sun tell you yesterday that the Lin Group cannot be moved?"

Qian Hu didn't see it, but Sun Yinghe's face became a little gloomier, and he even stared at his face fiercely, as if Qian Hu had said something treacherous.

He would listen to whatever the old man said?

What a joke!

Sun Yinghe stood up and wanted to get out of bed and slap the man who disobeyed his orders, but he was so weak that he couldn't use the strength at all. Since he woke up this time, he couldn't even yell after a few words. He had to stop and calm down for a long time before his liver-colored face returned to normal.

When Qian Hu saw him like this, he thought something bad in his heart.

Even though he was careful, he somehow still angered this manic guy.

"Stop talking nonsense and do whatever I ask you to do. Don't forget who promoted you to this position."

Unable to teach Qian Hu a lesson in person, Sun Yinghe gritted his teeth in hatred but had no choice but to warn him word for word to listen to his words.

If he hadn't made Qian Hu the boss behind the bar and the local gangster of this street, his group of younger brothers would have run away long ago. He, Qian Hu, would probably still be chased and beaten on the street!

Qian Hu was trembling and did not dare to say a word in rebuttal. He just nodded to show that he understood.

Sun Yinghe calmed down and waved his hand impatiently, asking him to get down quickly and not to be an eyesore here.

This also suited Qian Hu's wishes. He wished he could stay away from this living king of hell, lest he arrange something impossible for himself.

Qian Hu has also been famous for a few years. At least in this street, he is the elder brother respected by the red and green hairs. Except for Sun Yinghe, he has never spoken to anyone in such a low voice.

But today, just because he didn't buy the gun he wanted, he spoke so harshly to himself and turned a deaf ear to his good words and advice.

Qian Hu lowered his head, sharp hatred flashed in his eyes. If possible, he wanted to beat this guy to death.

It's a pity that the background behind him is extremely prominent and he cannot compete with it at all.

Recalling the look in Sun Zhenwen's eyes when he looked at him, Qian Hu felt uncomfortable all over.

He was no match for the father and son, so he could only act according to their instructions, but dogs would bite when they were anxious.

Qian Hu looked back at the hospital door with a sinister look in his eyes.

Since he didn't listen to the advice, he had to help him.

Soon after Qian Hu left, Sun Zhenwen came to the hospital.

He said harsh words, but he still thought about his son in his heart. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to make it clear to Sun Yinghe the stakes of this matter, so as not to make him still think about how to deal with the Lin Group, and then he would end up thinking about it. You will make more and more enemies.

That Ye Lengfeng's strength should not be underestimated, and he would never choose to hit the gun at this time.

There was still a long way to the ward when he heard a loud noise.

Early in the morning, Sun Yinghe was there cursing and saying something to the nurse.

Sun Zhenwen frowned and quickened his pace to the door of the ward, wanting to see what was going on.

Before he could walk in, Sun Zhenwen almost slipped due to some liquid at the door. He awkwardly held on to the door frame before slowly standing up, but he still twisted his waist.

I looked back and saw that it was a bowl of spilled porridge.

Sun Zhenwen looked up again at the angry-looking Sun Yinghe, and he roughly understood what was going on.

He straightened the folds of his clothes and walked into the ward with a normal expression.

The nurse stood aside with her head lowered, staring at her toes anxiously.

"What's going on here?"

Sun Zhenwen asked directly,

The sound of needle dropping could be heard in the room. Sun Yinghe turned away stubbornly. He didn't know what was going on, but he had no intention of speaking.

The nurse raised his head hesitantly, not knowing whether to explain the situation.