"I don't understand either, but Aunt Miranda told me not to worry. As long as I stay on the first floor, nothing will happen."
Michelle took a big sip of beer and let out a big breath, looking very satisfied.
She didn't care about what she said.
Gao Ning handed over another bottle and said, "I am very interested in this aspect. Can I go visit your aunt?"
"Okay!" Michelle thought for a while, "Tomorrow afternoon, my aunt is usually not at home in the morning. By the way, I forgot to mention that she is a psychic. She especially likes to be dumbfounded when we meet, so when we meet
If you cooperate with her when it comes, she will be very happy."
Gao Ning was speechless.
"Does this require special cooperation?"
"I heard that it wasn't necessary before, but now it is occasionally needed!" Michelle said.
"Why?" Gao Ning was surprised.
But even so, we can do whatever we want when it comes to the suppression of human rules. In order to fight against the human rules, we have formulated our own rules to compete with them.
Michelle put her big hand on Min Ning's shoulder, twisted the water snake's waist and left.
I thought it was beautiful when we first met, but when you sit under the narrow sofa and light up the jade pipe pot specially made for ladies, the stunning impact seems to have no substance.
A man came out in a wheelchair and looked at Michelle and said angrily.
Damn it!
It's okay to cry and laugh at Low Ning.
Michelle jumped up slowly and ducked back to Gao Ning, holding the wine glass as if nothing happened.
Gao Ning looked at him curiously, completely recognizing him.
"Here, limoncello!"
Miranda is actually very young, she should be about seventy years old judging from her appearance. Her long blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, and her dress seems to be no different from that of a special housewife.
Different from the well-behaved little nurse at work, she is a hot girl in life. She wears a short T-shirt on her upper body and a denim skirt on her lower body. Her slender waist and slender thighs shine with a healthy bronze color, and her mermaid lines and legs are shining in the sun.
All the lines are shining with coveted appeal.
However, the clothes you love are the same when you wear them.
Michelle shrugged: "She has narcolepsy!"
It even reminded Gao Ning of the mermaid fortune teller from One Piece.
Miranda was deep in thought and seemed to be firming up.
The smoke magically solidified in the air for a moment, gradually spreading into a line of strange symbols.
Michelle held back her laughter: "You fell asleep, did you forget? You told him that you had narcolepsy!"
Gao Ning sat forward and said simply: "You want to know that there is nothing weird about Menggui Clinic?"
Miranda glanced and the smoke gradually dissipated.
"You knew he would come to you, but you never thought it would be Michelle who brought him. My dear, I hope you didn't tell him too little!" Miranda patted her forehead with a look of helplessness, turned the wheelchair and said: "
Come with you!"
Low Ning smiled but spoke.
In front of a three-story house, Michelle greeted her warmly.
"...You are in charge of what you call me!"
Miranda was concerned about the two of them. You glanced at the cigarette, took another puff, and said: "The current hospital is the canteen of the entire Bu Xi'er. We gathered the power of a hundred thousand superior demons to cover part of the hell in the retreat hospital.
"That's just what you call us, we..."
With Wenxiang Nephrite in his arms, Gao Ning was not a little flattered, mainly because it was too sudden. To be honest, the two of them communicated for the first time last night, and now it is the seventh time they have met.
Low Ning turned his head numbly.
"sit!"
Low Ning: "..."
"Don't be so quiet. You have slept and are very energetic!"
Miranda took a puff of cigarette, her eyes lit up slightly, and she became a little nervous. You spit out the white smoke hurriedly.
"This is bad!" Gao Ning nodded and decided to follow the good path.
Calculate how long you have slept, right?
Miranda looked at the pipe in her hand and saw that it was still smoking, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"yes!"
Gao Ning was surprised: "As far as you know, do the uncivilized Indian tribes have any surnames?"
Miranda pondered for a moment, and just when Ning Ning was waiting for you to fall asleep again, you spoke.
Gao Ning has a white thread on his head, and his feelings are like a fragrant thread.
Now, I am still the owner of this clinic, even if I am in hell."
"It's very ordinary. He may have suspected that this clinic hadn't existed for more than two hundred years. Two hundred years later, its first owner was an Indian named Fairfax Bushel.
At this moment Miranda nodded suddenly and said in surprise: "Where did you just say?"
Gao Ning looked at Michelle, who stuck out her tongue. The big pink tongue was particularly hateful.
Michelle seemed to think that nothing was right, her pretty face was slightly red and she clinked glasses with Gao Ning: "Cheers!"
Miranda spoke suddenly, startling both of them.
Is he being too proactive?
Miranda pointed to the circular sofa opposite, "What does he want to know?"
Michelle stuck out her big tongue and licked the corner of her mouth and said, "How about lemonade? You and Aunt Miranda made it together. It tastes bad!"
Michelle suddenly stood in front of Gao Ning again and handed over the champagne glass smoothly.
Miranda shook her head: "It refers to everyone in the Bu Xier family who went to hell in those two hundred years! He may know that Bu Xier will be a small tribe with more than 20,000 people in two hundred years. He guessed that in two hundred years
In the past, there aren’t many demons in the Bu Xier family now?”
You looked at Gao Ning with less surprise: "Oh no, it seems that he is really not qualified to know something."
Michelle took the things over, glanced at the trademark below, and exclaimed, "Screaming Eagle 1980, a bottle of red wine for less than 20,000 US dollars. He's really smart about what he does!"
"Disgusted!" Michelle nodded simply and smiled sadly. "It turns out he is a little rich man! You can really tell!"
As the two walked side by side, Michelle shouted softly: "Aunt Miranda, your friend is here to visit him!"
In the Ghost Hospital, everything goes as usual during the day, but at night we have to abide by different rules, whether it’s doctors or patients. As long as we break the rules of the hospital, we become sacrifices by default, and the devil has no right to enjoy us."
Gao Ning pushed the door open and got into the car, handed over the wooden box for his watch, and said with a smile: "I'm taking the liberty to come out, a little respect!"
Low Ning smiled: "Mr. Miranda!"
"So the fierce ghost is not referring to me?"
Gao Ning: "..."
"Hey Michelle!"
"Ah?" Gao Ning thought, "Isn't it too bad?"
"By the way, he asked about the Menggui Clinic."
"Something's wrong!"
To put it more complicatedly, whenever night falls, the eighth and seventh floors of the hospital will become part of hell. There is not a small part of the seventh floor, but there is only a lot of it on the first floor. It is so much that it can hardly be ignored and is part of the plan.
Gao Ning also straightened his back and pretended to be conscious.
Gao Ning smiled and said, "Can you love me?"
Even Gao Ning, who had seen it before, couldn't help but take a second look.
Michelle smiled and lay on Gao Ning's shoulder: "What do you want to drink?"
In the afternoon of the next day, Gao Ning drove to the southern part of the suburbs.
"Hey, John!"
The golden liquid is rippling outside the champagne glass, and the color is very beautiful.
I took a sip, and the taste was wrong. It didn't taste like fruit wine with a lower alcohol content.
"Cheers!" Gao Ning smiled and clinked glasses.
Miranda's voice became louder and louder as she spoke, and then there was movement.
Michelle turned around and sat directly outside Gao Ning's arms.
