The middle-aged man standing there was wearing a very well-tailored black velvet suit, which looked like it was worth a lot of money.
Moreover, there are small letters embroidered on his sleeves, which represent his special status. Only a noble family can have such characteristics, and just having money can't do it.
This middle-aged man in a black velvet suit also looks very British. His face is pale, his lips are thin, and his lip lines are slightly drooping. He looks strict and strict. At first glance, he seems to be a very dignified person.
However, at this moment, standing in the rain, his hair was wetted by the rain and stuck to his forehead, and his cheeks looked a little bit not too majestic, but a little embarrassed.
The British boy held up an umbrella to protect him from the rain, and whispered: "Manager, take shelter from the rain. You may not see the young master if you wait like this."
The manager didn't look back, he just pushed away the transparent umbrella that the young man was holding up from behind to protect him from the rain.
Standing in the rain, he was soaked in the rain, but his voice was particularly calm and calm: "No, I must see the young master."
"But, we have been here many times. At the entrance of his company, even at the entrance of the hospital... the young master refused to see us..."
The steward shook his head: "No, Noah, we must see the young master, no matter how difficult it is."
His strict and strict lip line pursed slightly bitterly, and his deep blue eyes showed deep worry and sadness: "My lord, I am afraid that our time is running out. If we can't take the young master back again,
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The young man named Noah nodded silently, but still held up the umbrella without giving up: "But Manager, if you abuse your body like this, I'm afraid you will fall ill before you see the young master..."
The manager once again pushed the umbrella away without looking back. His deep blue eyes looked bitterly at the door of the hospital, his body motionless: "No umbrellas allowed."
"But……"
The steward interrupted Noah: "We want the young master to see our sincerity. If he wants us to kneel here, we will kneel here..."
Before Noah could speak, he heard a cold voice coming from the door.
"Kneel down here? I'm afraid you British people also like to play this kind of painful drama. Are you afraid that we in China have watched too many painful dramas?"
When the manager heard these sarcastic words, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen some kind of dawn, and his pale face suddenly felt like it was shining.
He took a step forward and couldn't help but look at the people walking out of the hospital's gate with joy.
I saw a group of three people walking out of the door of the hospital.
The man walking at the front is very tall. He is wearing a black Armani suit that fits his tall and tall body. He has short black hair, clean sideburns, and a pair of deep black eyes on his bronze face that look like magic.
Go into people's hearts.
There was a faint expression on his face, but there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, which made people dare not look into his eyes.
Behind this arrogant and proud man, the young man on the left is wearing a blue suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his handsome face, a high nose, and a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, but there is an unspeakable secret.
His appearance makes him look like someone who is not easy to mess with.
The man on the right looks quite rugged, and his black suit and big sunglasses announce his identity: driver and bodyguard.
That's right, these three people are: Murong Lie, the president of Murong Group, Song Ruqiao, one of Murong Lie's assistants, and Ananda, one of the bodyguards.
As soon as the steward saw these three people coming out, he immediately knew who the master he was looking for was.