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Eight hundred and eighth chapter high-end plastic surgery(1/2)

It took more than two hours to end.

When Xu Yang got up from the ground, his legs were soft.

He walked to the balcony and sat down, lit a cigarette, and started to suck the clouds and mist.

Yu Guang swept across the room, and Qin Ruyi and the other hugged each other and fell asleep happily, with a happy expression on their faces.

Xu Yang's mouth slowly curled up a curve, thinking that his young body would be good.

He is in his twenties and is a little weaker in his legs in two hours.

If it were twenty years later, it would be powerless.

Xu Yang pinched out the cigarette butt with his fingers, bounced at the trash can, but failed to enter, and fell to the ground.

Xu Yang was a little disgusted.

Then he got up and took a shower, packed himself, and put on clean clothes.

Seeing that Qin Ruyi and the others had not woken up yet, Xu Yang took out a card from his wallet, which contained about 100,000 yuan.

It should be enough for the daily expenses of the two.

After putting down the card, Xu Yang turned around and left the room.

...

Xu Yang sat in the car, holding his cell phone, and received a call from Qi Yunshui.

After chatting for a few words, they hung up not long after Sister Guo called again.

Xu Yang put his cell phone on his ear and listened to Sister Tuo talk there.

"What, two people were killed or injured because of the strong wind?"

Xu Yang was shocked.

"Sister Tiao, please arrange it, don't make the family members of the deceased excited. This is an accident..."

"Yes, then do as you said."

Xu Yang listened to the other party and asked Sister Tao to do it.

After all, it was because of the strong wind that made people fall and die. This was completely unexpected and inevitable.

Xu Yang could not do anything other than compensate his family members.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yang held his cell phone and looked at the storyboard outside the window, falling into deep thought.

Slowly, the car suddenly stopped moving and stopped.

"Master, why don't you leave?"

Xu Yang turned his head and asked.

"Someone stopped our car. Did you look for you?" said the driver.

As he spoke, two men stood behind the car and reached out to knock on the window.

Xu Yang fell down the window, and the man on the left said, "Are you Mr. Xu Yang?"

"I am." Xu Yang nodded.

"At 8 o'clock in the evening, the Grand Hotel, Bai's family invited."

The man threw out an invitation-like thing, turned around and left.

Xu Yang opened the invitation and took a look. It was an invitation letter and his name was engraved.

"What does the Bai family mean? Invite me to dinner?"

Xu Yang thought to himself, what is the Bai family going to play? How could the other party know that he would definitely go there?

What if I want to kill myself at a dinner party.

Don't go.

Xu Yang shook his head, saying, "I can't go to this dinner party, it will probably be very dangerous if I go there."

"Master, drive the handlebars."

Xu Yang said.

The driver continued to drive.

More than twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the bottom of the beauty salon building.

Xu Yang got out of the car and hurried in.

This beauty salon was given to him by Qin Mo. Xu Yang remembered that he had only been there once or twice.

Most of the time, this beauty salon is managed by a dean.

The beauty salon is not large in size, and there may be only about a dozen or twenty employees.

When Xu Yang came in, he saw many women on the sofa, from the age of twenty to forties or fifties.

The business is pretty good.

"Hello sir, are you doing beauty with your lover?"

A female receptionist came over with a smile.

"I'll look for your dean, is he here?"

Xu Yang asked.

"Who are you?"

"I am the boss." Xu Yang said.

The female receptionist was stunned, boss?

She has been here for more than half a year and has never talked about what the boss looks like.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll call the dean here."

"Don't call him over, I'll just go there."

Xu Yang asked the other party to lead the way, and the female receptionist quickly put down her things and walked in front to lead the way.

Two or three minutes later, I walked to an office door and the female receptionist knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A low voice came from the room.

After the female receptionist opened the door, she said, "Dean, the boss is here to our store."

boss?

The dean stood up from the stool with a rub. When he saw Xu Yang, he was stunned for a few seconds.

"Are you the dean here?"

Xu Yang asked calmly.

The dean is in his forties and wears glasses. Although he wears glasses, he is not blind.

It can be seen that the young man in front of him is only in his early twenties.

"You, are you Mr. Xu?"

The dean asked stammeringly.

"Show you your ID card?"

Xu Yang rolled his eyes on the other party and took out his ID card to look at the other party.

The dean took a breath, and then he immediately stood up and gave up his position to Xu Yang.

"Mr. Xu, you're here, but you haven't been to the yard for a long time."

Xu Yang walked over and sat on the chair, which was still very hot.

"I'm fine today, come and have some suggestions to the hospital."

Xu Yang said: "You go and call the plastic surgeon who can perform surgery. I have something to say."

"Okay, Mr. Xu, please wait a moment, I'll call."

The dean passed by happily.

Xu Yang looked at the office with his eyes and saw many certificates hanging on the wall, as well as a photo of the dean and the celebrity.

After a while, the dean came back, and there were a few men in white coats next to him.

"Mr. Xu, these three are the chief surgeons in the hospital."

"All of them are doctoral supervisors, have national first-level certificates, and have won many awards internationally..."

Dean Barabala started talking there. Xu Yang saw that the other party had not finished speaking and quickly interrupted the other party.

"I'm not interested in their qualifications, so I'll ask a few questions."
To be continued...
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