Chapter 48: I am not a lifebuoy, I am a cruiser

In the study on the second floor of the consulate, the record player is flying beautiful dance music. This is the latest phonograph in China, and the tone quality is getting better and better.

Ye Zhao was flipping through domestic telegrams. In Beijing, the cable broadcasting plan was officially launched. According to the plan, thousands of telephone lines will be connected to Beijing to broadcast news regularly.

Oriental Chemical Company began to formally produce phenolic plastics developed successfully in its laboratories. When the technical conditions are sufficient, because of the existence of Ye Zhao, the chemical industry, the birth of plastics is no longer accidental but inevitable. Although this new substance may be harmful to humans in the long run, at least now, plastic extracted from cheap coal tar will penetrate into new materials in all aspects of human life, and it is not an exaggeration to call it alchemy in modern history.

Outside the door, the guard whispered: "Master, Lord Zheng is here."

Lord Zheng was the newly appointed Consul Zheng Zaoru of San Francisco. His courtesy name was Zhixiang and his pseudonym Yuxuan, also known as Yuxuan, from Xiangshan, Guangdong. He was a scholar of the imperial examination in the first year of Xianfeng in the previous dynasty and was a Jinshi in the second year of the Empire Shengde. He entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He was in his early forties and was shrewd and capable.

After being summoned by the emperor, Zheng Zaoru was extremely excited and carefully explained some of his ideas on dealing with labor and other issues after he took office. He was as clear as a mirror. The first thing he faced was the dispute between Chinese workers and Americans.

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when Zheng Zaoru said goodbye. When Zheng Aqiao came in, Ye Zhao muttered: "It's light in her mouth. The water quality in San Francisco is not good."

Zheng Aqiao's eyes rolled and said, "Master, you are sick with golden teeth. Do you want to see a dentist?"

Ye Zhao said, "What dentist to see?!" Then he woke up and said that he was talking about Christina's clinic next door. When Zheng Aqiao looked at him with a sarcastic smile, he couldn't help but frown slightly: "What are you thinking about in a mess?"

Zheng Aqiao slapped himself gently and said with a flattering smile: "Yes, yes, my subordinates deserve to die, damn!"

Ye Zhao glared at him, picked up the teacup, and suddenly said, "Let's go and take a walk." He was really curious about the madman Christina. He only heard last night that she was actually a "miracle doctor". This was a big accident, so he had to go and see it.

"Zhe! I will prepare equipment for Master Long live."

Ye Zhao waved his hand: "No need!"

When he went to Christina's small clinic, Ye Zhao changed into a black Zhongshan suit and leather shoes, and was full of energy and spirit. Several guards on the side of the escort also changed into plainclothes of guards, and they were not dressed up by workers at all.

Christina's small clinic is a two-story wooden building with white paint, which looks extremely neat and tidy.

When he pushed the door into the clinic, the bells hanging from the door hole jingled. Ye Zhao was stunned. He saw a fat woman foaming and twitching on the floor. Christina and several nurses pressed her hard, but she was not strong enough and was thrown into pieces by the fat woman.

Christina looked up and saw Ye Zhao, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "What are you watching while standing stupidly? Come and help!"

The guards behind Ye Zhao looked at me and looked at you, their faces were awkward, and they could only pretend not to hear or see, and they could not sing their beards with others. Who knows what their relationship has with their master?

Ye Zhao rubbed his nose and had to go up to help. With his strength, he quickly tied the fat woman who seemed to be sucking an epilepsy to a stretcher and carried it to the second floor.

Christina pried open the fat woman's mouth and gave her medicine. She turned on her eyelids and observed for a while. At this time, the nurse came over again and said with a panic look that the patient who had a tumor cut next door seemed to have passed too early and was rolling on the bed in pain.

Christina hurried out and turned to Ye Zhao when she arrived at the door, "Don't you come and help?"

So one night, Ye Zhao was busy following her. When Christina took off her gloves and went to wash, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

"Have you eaten yet?" The plump and seductive tall body of the blue-eyed beauty, coupled with the doctor's holy white coat, is a bit sensual and sexy.

"Come with me, I'll treat you today." Christina pulled Ye Zhao into the lounge next to the stair corridor on the second floor. The nurse ran up and said that several Chinese people refused to leave. Christina said, "Let them wait." When she turned around, she said contemptuously: "Cowardly Chinese!" She thought Ye Zhao and others came together, and were afraid that something would happen to each other's partners, so she did not separate.

Ye Zhao was speechless. He didn't seem to be disgusted with her catchphrase, because gradually getting to know her, you will know that this is not a derogatory term for racists, and may even have some appreciation. Compared with the lawless adventurers in the United States, the Chinese are kind and law-abiding.

The bed in the lounge is covered with white sheets, which is no different from the ward, except that there is a stove in front of the bed and neatly arranged tableware on the table next to it.

Christina heated a few slices of bread, fryed eggs, took out a few slices of cured meat and picked it up with bread slices, made two simple sandwiches, and handed a plate to Ye Zhao. She took out a small wooden barrel from under the bed, which contained beer, pulled open the plug on the side of the barrel, and poured two large glasses of beer. After the busyness, Christina took off her white coat, Ye Zhao was stunned, her chiffon-like nightgown, revealing her snow-like shoulders, and a pair of beautiful black stockings and legs, making her blood-spread sexy ***. The teasing atmosphere that her body language intentionally or unintentionally released made people feel itchy, but she didn't know what she really thought.

"Wear pajamas in medical uniforms, aren't you afraid of blaspheming your profession of doctor?" Ye Zhao was speechless.

"I just changed. I live a life of rushing every day. The clinic is closed. When I take a shower, I change into my pajamas and go to bed immediately after dinner. I can only sleep for 3 hours a day, and up to 5 hours a day."

As he spoke, a frivolous smile appeared on the corner of Christina's lips, "Hey, do you still know blasphemy? This word is quite difficult." Looking at Ye Zhao, her blue eyes were full of disapproval and said, "You are not good-looking in Chinese costumes, and your beard is so ugly."

Ye Zhao touched the beard on his face and smiled and said, "If it doesn't look good, it's not good."

The two of them sat on the floor against the bed, gently flipping their glasses, and the bright moonlight outside the window fell on Christina's high nose bridge, hazy and mysterious and sexy.

"Come and help me, you are a qualified nurse." A hint of joking appeared on Christina's face.

Ye Zhao shook his head, slowly drank the beer, and said, "Mr. Hamilton will cause trouble for you."

Speaking of Hamilton, Christina was stunned and said, "Will you not talk about him today?"

Ye Zhao nodded slightly.

Christina teased the charcoal with a soldering iron, and the fire flickered and darkened, and her perfect face was like a melancholy elf.

"Chinese, do you think I'm beautiful?" Kslitina suddenly turned her head and asked.

She sat in her knees, her legs bent, her plump breasts and buttocks were curved, her blue eyes were blurred and deep, and her whole body was like the teasing posture commonly used by European sexy actresses when taking photo albums. However, any photo was not as shocked as the sexy aura that Bingyan*** was sitting in front of you.

Ye Zhao licked his lips and got along with Christina. He always had a trance of being inseparable from reality and dreams. It was like returning to the future generations, dating the top European and American female models, decadent and depravity, passion and ***, like fog, rain and wind.

Then Ye Zhao coughed dryly and said, "Why do you remember to open a clinic? Why don't you commit suicide while crying? You won't be enlightened just because I saved your life, right?"

It took Christina a long time to understand the meaning, and she lowered her head and after a while, she said, "It was the uncle and aunt who thought about the way out for me. They wanted to tell me very early that it was not until a few days ago that I had found the opportunity. I considered it and thought about it for my mother. You are right. Suicide is a cowardly person. I must succeed and save me and my mother."

Ye Zhao nodded slightly and patted her hand gently. His fingers were slender and smooth, which made Ye Zhao feel moved.

"Do you want me?" Christina chuckled.

Ye Zhao couldn't help but blush, knowing that Christina often appears in a romantic place. Even if she has no sexual experience, she is very sensitive to subtle changes in men.

In fact, it was just a subconscious retractor. When Kslitina said this, Ye Zhao couldn't help but feel depressed, as if he was anxious.

Christina gently picked up Ye Zhao's arm and leaned on Ye Zhao's shoulder.

Slight blonde hair swept across Ye Zhao's face, and the fragrance lingered in his nose.

After a while, neither of them spoke, but Christina's blue eyes became softer and she said in a dreamy way: "I thought you would hug me?"

Ye Zhao said: "What?"

Christina murmured: "I used to tease you as a tool, but today you should be able to feel that I will not refuse if you want me." As she said that, she raised her blue eyes and stared at Ye Zhao's face, and her slender fingers as white jade brushed gently across Ye Zhao's cheeks.

Ye Zhao laughed: "Don't you reject me? Do I have no right to reject you?"

Christina was obviously stunned, then chuckled: "Cute Chinese." She gently stroked Ye Zhao's cheek and asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid of Hamilton? I won't tell him." Her bright red lips slowly approached Ye Zhao's ears, sniffed, and gasped, saying, "I won't take you responsible, no one else will know..."

Ye Zhao pushed her away and said, "That's not."

Christina was stunned, her blue eyes gradually faded away, and she asked in confusion: "Then why? Don't you like me?"

Ye Zhao said: "How to say, if you like you, you don't necessarily have to meet you. Moreover, I don't like your feeling of finding a lifebuoy."

"Lifebuoy?" Christina obviously didn't understand very much.

Ye Zhao said: "You are tired and you are tired. You want to find someone to rely on. This person is your lifebuoy."

Christina looked at Ye Zhao in surprise for a while, and slowly leaned on Ye Zhao's shoulder again. Unexpectedly, the one who knew her best was a Chinese who had only met a few times.

"Wen, I'll be your mistress. When I marry Hamilton, you torture me, just torture his wife."

Christina's words were shocked, Ye Zhao was stunned, and after a long time, he said, "I'm not so unreliable."

Christina giggled, and as she smiled, tears fell.

Ye Zhao gently patted her on the shoulder, held her in her arms, and whispered: "Actually you don't have to marry him."

"I, I have thought of running away, but, my mother, my uncle and aunt, if he catches them, he will kill them..." Christina said sadly, wiped her tears, and the tears became more and more, and finally she burst into tears.

Ye Zhao just patted her shoulder gently and said, "It's okay, I'll help you." In fact, after ascending to the throne, Ye Zhao's emotions became more and more cruel. When he saw someone being bullied, he first considered the loopholes in the system. As for coming abroad, he would not be able to fight at any time.

At this moment, Bingyan in her arms sobbed, just like the curtain call of the camellia girl Ricao. Ye Zhao was even a little dazed, not knowing whether she was helping her dream lover Jiabao or Christina.

After holding such a ******-like shoulder, Ye Zhao's hands were a little lost. His tentacles were slippery and elastic. He lowered his head, and it seemed that he could see the deep and charming nipples on his lace chest. The snow-white and huge breasts squeezed by his breasts were faintly visible, making his heart beat wildly. Ye Zhao could only try his best to turn his eyes away.

"Wen, is this your first time?" Christina tangled in charmingly and said softly in Ye Zhao's ear: "Is it better to go to bed here?"

Ye Zhao coughed and said, "I have seven wives in China."

Christina was stunned, then chuckled and said, "For the first time, I met you, a veteran, you should be gentle." She turned her body and sat in Ye Zhao's arms, holding Ye Zhao's face in both hands, and her bright red lips were printed on Ye Zhao's lips.

Looking at the deep and charming ice blue eyes in front of him, Ye Zhao was confused and then, a cold and fragrant tip of the soul like a spirit snake penetrated into his mouth, with an amazing rhythm that teased the nerves all over his body trembling.

When Christina's passionate kiss left his lips and was printed on his neck, "Ah..." Ye Zhao breathed out a long breath and glanced at her eyes, blonde and blue eyes, delicate and icy, a unique lonely and cold beauty that breeds volcanic enthusiasm. At this time, she was teasing herself wholeheartedly, and every move made the man's skin and heart tremble.

"Jiabao..." Ye Zhao couldn't help but shout, and then he knew something was wrong.

Sure enough, Christina's body stiffened, she looked up, her blue eyes stared at Ye Zhao, and asked, "Who is Jiabao?"

Ye Zhao coughed dryly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Christina raised Ye Zhao's chin with her fingertips and said, "Is it a woman who looks very similar to me? Forgot her! Forgot this name!"

Ye Zhao nodded slightly, thinking to himself what he was doing? He suddenly kissed and intimately thought of Christina, and then thought of her as Jiabao. From beginning to end, it was really ridiculous and messy.

Christina, who was kissing Ye Zhao's neck frantically, suddenly stopped moving, and a drop of wet and hot tears fell on Ye Zhao's chest, and then she lay in Ye Zhao's arms and burst into tears.

Ye Zhao gently patted her shoulder and said, "I know, I know." How deep aggrieved was buried in her heart? The genius doctor who had a bright future had fallen into this kind of field. Not only did he marry a man with a pig's temper, but his mother was also humiliated by that man again and again. And she and a Chinese man who could not say he liked might be more to revenge on his disgusting fiancé, but this Chinese man was treating her as someone else's substitute.

Three or four years ago, how proud and energetic she was in the medical school? If it weren’t for the women’s medical school, the teachers and students had men, or if she didn’t devote herself to studying medicine and having a boyfriend at that time, she wouldn’t have to drop out of school, right? There were countless men who were willing to donate generously for her.

Despite this, I heard that a male professor from a hospital found her and was willing to fund her to complete the next course, but she was so proud that she refused.

At that time, she didn't expect that San Francisco would be the beginning of a nightmare, right?

Christina fell asleep in Ye Zhao's arms. Ye Zhao pulled the sheets off the bed and wrapped her tightly.

Ye Zhao hugged her gently, thought for a while, then took the beer glass, dipped it in beer and slowly lifted off the layers of beard on his face. His disguised beard was extremely exquisitely crafted. If he didn't dip it in water, he would not be able to remove it at all, and there would be no flaws.

Before I knew it, it was clear and outside the window, the fish belly turned white in the east.

Ksstena's breathing was slow and rapid, and then she saw her extremely delicate long eyelashes move. She slowly opened her eyes and suddenly screamed in shock. She seemed to want to struggle, but looking at Ye Zhao's eyes, she was stunned and reached out to touch Ye Zhao's face.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "There are no patients making trouble today. We are lucky. OK, I should leave too."
To be continued...