After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

Jing Wanwan didn't rush to sleep after taking a shower, and typed for a few hours to save the manuscript, and uploaded it to the background of the novel for regular release.

With the increase in the number of words every day, there are gradually recommendations, and more and more readers.

She also finds time each day to respond to readers' comments.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, she closed her laptop, went to wash her face, put on a mask, and lay on the bed blowing on the air conditioner.

He murmured: "The days now are really comfortable, free and easy, you can do whatever you want."

After applying the mask, peel off the mask paper, turned over and prepared to go to sleep, the phone on the bedside table rang.

"It's so late, who's calling?"

She has no friends either.

The doggy face of Yan Tingjue flashed across his mind, he picked up the phone and looked at it, then pressed the mute and threw it aside.

After a while, the phone rang again, just like Yan Tingjue who vowed not to give up.

"Hey!"

"Jing Wanwan, now that you have a backstage, you don't take me seriously anymore, do you?"

Jing Wanwan frowned, "Whether I have a backstage or not has nothing to do with you."

"You vicious woman! The cooperation with Jing Zhenbo is still going on, you are so ruthless!"

"Yan Tingjue, you are satisfied with those design drawings, don't say it as if you are showing mercy!"

Yan Tingjue kicked off the pedal, walked into the kitchen, took a can of dark beer, opened it, and drank it with his head raised.

"It's getting late, I'm going to sleep..."

"Who allowed you to sleep!"

"..."

"You don't go home at night, you wander around outside! Have you thought about your identity, have you thought about my situation!"

The blue veins on Jing Wanwan's forehead were throbbing faintly, and she squeezed the space between her eyebrows.

"You drank too much and your mind is not clear enough to say such a thing. Go to bed early, and when you wake up, you will know how much you look like a joke." As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

On the other side, Yan Tingjue was like an enraged beast, with two feet facing the refrigerator.

Aunt Chen heard the movement and ran from the nanny's room. Seeing Yan Tingjue sprawled on the ground, she hurried to help him.

Smelling that he smelled of alcohol, he couldn't help nagging: "Master, what are you doing? You came back drunk, and you're still drinking when you get home? Do you want to kill yourself?"

Yan Tingjue turned his head to look at Aunt Chen in a daze, feeling annoyed and painful for a moment.

"Aunt Chen, she's giving me a headache now."

If he doesn't drink every night, he can't sleep, and his whole body feels wrong!

Aunt Chen frowned and looked at him, "Do you feel sad now that you don't see your young lady when you go home every day?"

"Oh, that's not it!" Yan Tingjue pushed Aunt Chen away, picked up his phone and stumbled upstairs.

Jing Wan Wan's ruthless and indifferent words echoed in his ears, he stepped on the steps hard, and said viciously: "Even if I die, I won't feel bad because of her!"

Aunt Chen was startled by the sound of thud, and ran to the stairs, only to see Yan Tingjue rolling down the stairs like a ball.

"My God, I told you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen!"

Yan Tingjue looked at the sky speechlessly, and before he fell unconscious, he really wanted to slap himself a few times.

Why can't I go up and down the stairs?
Falling into the hospital like this, where will his face be put?

Jing Wanwan is still not used to the mobile phone newly bought by her elder brother, so she blocked Yan Tingjue's phone, read the operating instructions and got ready to go to bed.

Aunt Chen's phone call came in.

She frowned. At the banquet, Aunt Chen took good care of her.

"Aunt Chen."

"Young madam, it's terrible! The young master fell down the stairs and passed out."

"Aunt Chen, please ask the driver to take you to the hospital."

"Ma'am, the driver has been on leave for the past few days, and the young master always calls for a substitute driver when he comes home. I don't dare to touch him now. I don't know where it hurts. Is there any internal injury? Can you see it in a husband and wife... ..."

"Aunt Chen, I don't have any relationship with him." Jing Wanwan interrupted Aunt Chen with her eyes closed.

"Then you can help me for the sake of taking care of you in the past. I don't dare to disturb the old man at this point. The old man's health is not good."

"I……"

"Young madam, I'll call an ambulance first, can you come here quickly? I'm not in good health, I'm in a hurry and I don't know what will happen." After finishing speaking, Aunt Chen didn't give Jing Wanwan a chance to speak, and hung up. phone.

Jing Wanwan looked at the ceiling speechlessly.

I lay down with my eyes closed for less than a minute, and got up after scratching my hair a few times.

"Yan Tingjue, I'm afraid I owe you in my previous life!"

When she drove to Yan Tingjue's villa, the ambulance just arrived, and Aunt Chen grabbed her hand when she came out.

With tears in his eyes, he said: "Young madam, since you left, the young master has been getting very drunk every night. When he came back, he would not drink sober tea. When he wakes up in the morning, he has a headache. I have been worried that he will fall ill if he continues like this. , I didn’t expect to fall down the stairs today.”

Jing Wanwan frowned, and patted Aunt Chen's hand.

"Don't worry, the King of the Underworld like him will not be accepted by the Palace of the Underworld."

At this time, the medical staff had already carried Yan Tingjue to the ambulance and shouted back: "Who is the family member of the patient, hurry up and go to the hospital!"

"Young Madam, you can go, the old slave can't stay up all night, I'm afraid I can't take care of the young master." Saying that, he pushed Jing Wan Wan into the ambulance.

Jing Wanwan: "..."

Watching the ambulance door close, she was speechless.

"Miss, who are you from the patient?" the medical staff asked routinely.

Jing Wanwan frowned, staring at the unconscious Yan Tingjue.

"couple."

"Oh." The medical staff lowered their heads and recorded.

"However, we're about to get divorced."

The medical staff looked up in astonishment, "Then how did he fall down the stairs?"

"..."

Jing Wanwan looked at the other party speechlessly, "What do you think?"

The other party supported the mirror frame on the bridge of the nose, "It's not a quarrel, did you push it?"

"Ha ha."

"If this is the case, we need to call the police, please..."

"No, he drank too much and rolled down the stairs!"

The expressions of the medical staff relaxed a bit, "I see, it is a rare fate for two people to become husband and wife. Divorce is not a trivial matter. I hope you will think about it more."

The medical staff was a man with a homely tone.

"You can be nervous for him to keep up with the car, which proves that you care about him. Think about it carefully, and don't do something that makes each other regret for the rest of their lives."

"Are you finished?" Jing Wanwan's expression turned completely cold. If she could do it all over again, she would definitely not come!

"Sorry, I used to be a psychiatrist, so I am more worried about the patient's condition."

"His condition?" Jing Wanwan glanced at Yan Tingjue coldly, "You have checked, the blood pressure and pulse are normal, there is no need to rescue him, he just fell and passed out, and he won't die!"

"Isn't it bad for you to say that?"

Seeing the embarrassment of the other party, Jing Wanwan put her arms around her arms and closed her eyes, keeping her spine straight.

It looks like no one should enter.

On the way to the hospital, the medical staff no longer dared to talk to her.