Chapter 174: Chapter 174

Chapter 175

The moment the car passed him, the black car window came down, and the snow-white hand stretched out to face him, showing her middle finger!

The romantic and suave man was full of anger when he saw this. Apart from anything else, he rushed to his car and closed the door and start chasing her.

Hussey didn't want to play the city speed with him. Dana Roosevelt's affairs were imminent, and nothing was as important as her sister's body.

She didn't even care about the Lamborghini in the rearview mirror who was constantly chasing her and had knocked off a part of the safety fence. While speeding up, she bypassed him and rushed to the hospital.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the hospital.

Hussey parked her car and got off on her little white Gucci shoes and walked to the hospital.

However, within a few seconds of getting out of the car, her slender wrist was tightly clasped by the man from behind. "Hussey, are you going to die?!"

James Byron also took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of breathtaking peach eyes.

Hussey struggled desperately to break out from his hands. His wrists were pinched with red marks.

"Do you have to break my wrist to let go?" This is my brother's hospital, are you sure you want to mess with me? "

When she speaks out, he was unhappy.

No one was paying attention to them in the hospital lobby right now. The women in his car were also busy vomiting and unable to relax in the stamina of the drag racing.

The man and the girl just faced each other, Hussey sneered. "Who is picking up the matter?"

"I drove my car on the road. You came here on purpose? What does this mean? Is this a different way of greeting your family?"

Hussey looked at him with black and white eyes, looked at him for two seconds, and threw away his hand.

"Leave me alone?"

I just watched you drive a carnival with a group of women and couldn't see it. So I hit you, hit you to death, hit that group of gangsters! Hussey cursed wildly in her heart, but she didn't show it. She turned her head high and walked towards the hospital.

The sun was very hot, and James Byron turned around to see the girl's bright color jumping and slim back in the sun.

"Okay, I'm unlucky!"

The man's tall body was facing her sideways, "My friend hit you the last time, and you also hit me this time. From now on we are even and we owe nothing to each other, okay?"

As the man spoke, Hussey steps forward did not stop for a second. But to hear his sentence, we don't owe each other. She doesn't know why but she felt a faint sting in her heart.

Military training playground.

After a noon riot, Dana Roosevelt had now succeeded in becoming the target object of her instructor.

They suffered so hard, so of course they despised her. But this instructor deliberately made things difficult, and of course he gained a lot of name calling.

The instructor also felt that he couldn't convince the crowd now. In order to save a bit of majesty, when he was standing in the queue, he suddenly asked Dana Roosevelt to go out.

"Dana Roosevelt, come out!"

When Dana Roosevelt heard that she was called, her first reaction was to think that she was unlucky and his going to make things difficult this time.

"Your physique is not good, and you vomited at noon. You don't need to participate in cross-country training!"

"What?"

The instructor suddenly said so, Dana Roosevelt was also scared to death, no need to participate? Wouldn't she just sit and rest this afternoon?

Her hope for the world rekindled in her heart. It turned out that not everyone deliberately made things difficult for her. It turns out that there were still good people in the world.

Thinking of this, Dana Roosevelt was so moved that she could not wait to say, "Thank you instructor, thank you!" Her thankfulness was from the heart. But from the next sentence, she really felt what was like falling into the ice cave!

The instructor said with a sneer look, coldly and disdainfully. "Don't be too happy! Go to the Communications department as a correspondent! The whole afternoon, create a three-thousand-word press release, don't be lazy!"

"What?" At this time, Dana Roosevelt was completely desperate!

Three thousand words press release! It's better to let her train!

"Instructor..."

Dana Roosevelt squeezed, it seemed that she wanted to intercede. However, the instructor saw that she was even more annoying and fierce, so he shouted directly, "Hurry up!"

Hussey had called her brother to come. Otherwise, he would work in Hexcel's enterprise as usual, and would not come to take charge of the hospital.

He had just returned from the golf course with a black casual polo shirt top and white trousers. He was so handsome, behind him was a group of bodyguards in suits and leather shoes.

"Brother!" Seeing him, Hussey rushed over.

He had always spoiled his sister unexpectedly, lowered his head to her beautiful big eyes, and asked warmly, "What's the matter? Why did you suddenly call me over?"

The man's heart was very careful, and he doesn't need to observe. He sees her sister's face was a little pale, even the smile was not as natural as before, and the eyes were red.

"What's the matter, who made you sad?"

Hussey's slender eyebrows frowned, and she couldn't help but remember the words James Byron said just now.

"It's nothing, brother," the girl looked up with a smile, "I'm looking for you for something, brother, let's go in and talk!"

Hussey explained the general situation of Dana Roosevelt's military training incident with the head. Of course, he knew the relationship between Dana Roosevelt and Walker Herbert, but when he heard that she was pregnant, Heran's eyes were slightly shocked.

Then, it turned into a faint sadness.

"I know."

He really understood his sister, she had the kind of character who was scheming for a friend.

"I will give her a medical certificate for bronchial asthma. But you remember to keep a low profile and don't let your classmates make things difficult for you."

"Yes brother." Hussey said, and saw that he was signing and writing on a special piece of paper. Finally, he opened the drawer and knocked on the official seal.

"Take it."

The light was beautiful and melodious in the afternoon, and for a moment, Hussey looked at their hands for a second.

"Brother."

"Yes?" The voice was calm and his heroic eyebrows were also calmly raised as he looked at her.

"Thank you." Hussey was holding the piece of paper, and suddenly she didn't know why, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

"Actually I feel quite guilty about this matter." As Hussey said this, she lowered her head sincerely.

She knew that her brother liked Dana Roosevelt, but she didn't tell him that Dana Roosevelt already had a professor. Although she didn't intentionally turn her elbow out, she was really embarrassed as a middleman.

She hopes that her brother could be with the person he likes, and of course, she hopes that Dana Roosevelt would be truly happy.

There was a shocking silence for a second, and when she understood what she was referring to, Heran smiled lightly, "What do you have to feel guilty about, silly."

"But you like Dana Roosevelt..."

"As a younger sister, I don't help you chase the person you like. Will you blame me?" Hussey said, looking at him grievously.

Seeing her sister, who had always been ostentatious, showed a weak side of her today, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What is your fault?"

"Compared to Walker Herbert, I may not love Dana Roosevelt so deeply."

In other words, even if he did love Dana Roosevelt so much but he would not marry her. But Walker Herbert would do it for her.

This answer surprised Hersey, "What do you mean?"

What she heard shocked her, in her elegant black clothes, her face was faint, "It means whether she is with me or not, it doesn't really matter to me, understand?"

"Then what you mean is that you don't really like her very much?" Hussey asked.

Absolutely denied, "It's not that I don't like her, but it's not that important for me to be with the person I like."

Not that important? It doesn't matter whether you want to be with Dana Roosevelt or not?

"Damn, amazingly, you scumbag!" Hussey couldn't help but lifted her bag and hit him, "It's a good thing that I didn't help you chase Dana Roosevelt, you scumbag, lard scum!"

Surprisingly, he didn't expect his sister to react like this. While avoiding her 'attack', he couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, am I wrong?"

"What does it mean that it doesn't matter if you are not together? Are you irresponsible?"

"Hussey, have you ever seen a thirty year old man with a successful career still looking for love every day?"

"I don't care, lard residue!" Hussey heard this and wanted to beat him.

Awesomely made a truce gesture, "Stop!"

"Don't fight," the man straightened his collar and said, "Rather than having the time to condemn me, it's better to show the proof to your guys in the military department."

Military training would have all kinds of training at any time. In case of delay, the situation facing Dana Roosevelt would only be more complicated.

"Oh yes." Hussey then reacted, hurriedly put on her bag, and place the medical certificate in.

"Then I'll go quickly, goodbye you lard!" She was insulted by tricks, and she was not angry, but deliberately frightened him with a heavy eyebrow.

Hussey was not afraid, she was scared by him since she was a child. A grimace was made at the door, and she ran out immediately.

When Hussey left, the man in the office calmed down slightly.

No one could see that at this moment, the corners of the lips that were always filled with a warm smile were extremely thin, but a layer of elusive bitterness had echoed.

Uptown University, Ministry of Communications.

Dana Roosevelt really suspects that the instructor was not being considerate to her at all, but deliberately making things difficult for her!

Dana Roosevelt came to the Ministry of Communications and found that the instructor here was a woman over thirty years old. Short hair and in military uniform. What Dana Roosevelt fears most in her life was this kind of female boss in her thirties and forties. When she saw the female instructor, Dana Roosevelt's legs were softened by fright.

"Nineteen in a row, right?"

"Well, yes." Dana Roosevelt softly, pretending to be like a little sheep.

"Write six thousand words before nine o'clock this evening, otherwise you will not be allowed to sleep."

"What?"

Six thousand? When Dana Roosevelt heard these words, she felt that her head was probably dreaming.