After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

Yan Tingjue lay back on the bed full of anger, his face was so messed up that it could cover the anger on his face.

Jing Wanwan found the chief doctor and sat in the corridor outside the ward.

When the director entered the ward, seeing Yan Tingjue's face, he rushed out of the ward without daring to stay longer.

Asked Jing Wanwan who was sitting on the bench and playing with her mobile phone, "Young Madam, what's the matter with Yan Shao's face? You, how can you do this?"

Jing Wanwan blinked innocently, "I have a bad relationship with him, and I can't scold him. I'm very angry. In order not to get depressed, can't I just comfort myself like this?"

director:"……"

This Young Master Yan woke up and saw his face painted like this, he must be crazy!
"If you think I'm not taking good care of him, arrange a nurse." Jing Wanwan shrugged her shoulders, making a gesture to get up.

"No, young lady, please don't leave, how dare we take care of Young Master Yan, you take good care of me."

"Then what did you come out to say to me? Why don't you hurry in and check him?"

"Yes, I'll go." The director walked into the ward under pressure this time, closed the door, came to the bed tremblingly, bent down and whispered, "Young Master Yan. Young Master Yan?"

Yan Tingjue opened his eyes, his eyes were full of anger.

"Master Yan, please bear with it. Aren't you afraid that Mrs. Young will know that you are faking it? You must bear with it." The director tried to persuade him, sweating all over his forehead.

Yan Tingjue squeezed his fist, "Didn't you say that I can wake up today?"

"Huh? Yes, yes."

"I see, you go out."

The director was confused, "Are you planning to wake up later?"

Yan Tingjue said impatiently: "What am I doing, do I still need to report to you?"

"No, no. Don't you want to keep the young lady to take care of you? Then you definitely don't want to divorce her. You can wake up at this time, but I remind you not to get angry. "

"..."

"Think about it, the young lady is also very angry now, if you get angry and quarrel with her, she will just shake her hand and leave."

Yan Tingjue swallowed his throat and had nothing to say.

"Master Yan, shall I go first?"

"roll."

The director turned around and left, he didn't want to stay any longer at all.

"Checked?"

"Yes, Young Madam, everything is fine, Young Master Yan."

Jing Wanwan turned the phone in her hand twice, "When will you wake up today?"

"I don't know about that either. It depends on Yan Shao himself. He might wake up as soon as you enter."

"That's a good relationship. When he wakes up, I'll be relieved." Jing Wanwan got up and entered the ward.

The door of the ward was open, and the director stood sideways at the door of the ward, stretched his neck to look, but didn't dare to look, and eavesdropped silently.

Jing Wanwan walked half a circle around the hospital bed, rubbing her chin and staring at Yan Tingjue who was still awake.

He muttered, "Why haven't you woke up yet? When will you wake up?"

She leaned over and whispered in Yan Tingjue's ear: "Hey, if you don't wake up, you will be stripped naked and thrown into the bathtub to take a bath. There are beautiful women waiting for you."

Originally, Yan Tingjue wanted to pretend for a while, but he wanted to calm down.

This woman doesn't know how to flatter her, so don't blame him for being rude if she provokes him like this.

"Yan Tingjue, let me tell you... say." Jing Wanwan raised her phoenix eyes slightly, and bumped into a pair of obsidian eyes without warning.

In the center of the obsidian eyes, there is always the brightest bit of light shining, like a star in the dark sky, which can draw people into the vortex in the dark night.

She blinked, her heart beat unbalanced, she quickly straightened her back, took a step back, and stared at Yan Tingjue with a frown.

The cursing from Yan Tingjue's lips disappeared inexplicably because of her loss of focus.

There was an unexplainable something in my heart.

The two stared at each other in silence, and after about 2 minutes, Jing Wanwan looked away.

With a cold tone, he asked, "How do you feel?"

Yan Tingjue squeezed his palms, forgetting how his face was treated.

Subconsciously wanted to get up, pretended to hum, and fell back.

A trace of something flickered in Jing Wanwan's indifferent eyes, and she put one hand on his shoulder to prevent him from moving any further.

"You just woke up, don't move around."

"What's wrong with me?"

She glanced at him at this moment, her eyes were calm, full of doubts, not as harsh, vicious and ruthless as usual.

It even made her feel a little youthful feeling that only a teenager can have.

She thought it was ridiculous, why did she see a youthful look in this bastard?
I can't help but think of him when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers, running backwards on the playground with a basketball in his arms.

Outside the arena are a group of yelling girls, all because of him.

At that time, she was only 11 years old. Because she skipped four consecutive grades in elementary school, she would go to the third grade of junior high school.

She was in the middle school attached to his high school, and every day after school at noon, she sneaked into his school, and was pushed and shoved among a group of big brothers and sisters, just to take a look at him from a distance.

Later, after being admitted to his high school, he went to college.

She started running towards his university, which would take more than an hour by car, and she never saw him again after going a few times.

He is a genius. He finished his college courses in two years and went directly to manage the family business.

In order to keep up with her pace, she completed all courses in less than two years of college.

She originally wanted to join Yan's Group, become a designer, and help him conquer the world together.

But he didn't want a conspiracy and let her sleep next to him.

She got her wish and became his wife, but she was brutally humiliated on the wedding night, and all kinds of bad names for women came out of his mouth...

"Jing Wan Wan?" Yan Tingjue couldn't help calling softly, feeling Jing Wan Wan's ups and downs.

She regained her senses and withdrew her hand from his shoulder.

That hand rubbed against the clothes, and frowning, he went to the sink beside him to wash his hands.

This set of actions directly provoked Yan Tingjue's anger.

"Jing Wanwan, how dare you despise me for being dirty!"

The director at the door was startled, and left quickly, telling the passing nurses to turn around quickly and stay away from Yan Tingjue's ward.

Jing Wanwan carefully wiped her washed hands with a paper towel, and cast a mocking glance at Yan Tingjue.

Like a heartless heartless girl, she said: "President Yan, you should control your temper. You fell down the stairs in the middle of the night and suffered a severe concussion. The doctor said that anger will paralyze your lower body."

"..." Her indifferent words were like slapping his face in the ear, no matter what she set up, she would eat it.

"Yes, that's it. Even if you are very angry, you have to hold back, don't yell, don't do anything."

"……"damn it!He's screwing himself over!

"But if you really want to paralyze your lower body, and want to give your Yan's Group to another company for division, please feel free."

Jing Wanwan raised one corner of her mouth and smiled maliciously.

Yan Tingjue gritted his back molars tightly, and suddenly smiled.

Jing Wanwan: "..."

I don't understand what he is laughing at.

Shouldn't you be very angry and tell her to go out?