The queen's wife is too sultry

"Ms. Zhang, after more than a week of observation, your body is no longer in serious condition. If there are no accidents, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Zhang Yuemei sat on the bedside, listening to the doctor in a white coat report her physical condition, her white hair was meticulously combed, and she was smiling.

"We have already informed Ms. Ye Zhen of the specific precautions. Of course, to be on the safe side, I'll tell you again."

Dr. Zhang pushed his glasses as thick as a beer bottle, looked at the medical records in his hand, and said with a serious look: "You are old, and you should know the problems that the elderly need to pay attention to, such as high blood pressure, without me saying more."

"Remember to maintain a happy and peaceful mood, not to fluctuate too much, and pay attention to light diet"

They were all clichés, and Zhang Yuemei, who always liked to chatter, couldn't help interrupting her with a smile: "Well, Doctor Zhang, I woke up with great difficulty, and I will definitely spare my life. You should go see other patients first. "

"I've troubled you for the past few days, my old lady thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Ever since she woke up, Dr. Zhang has been taking care of him. After a long time, she gradually developed a sense of intimacy.

Hearing this, Doctor Zhang straightened his back, with a dignified look of justice: "Where is it, I am a doctor, and this is all my duty, besides Lu—"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped.

Zhang Yuemei looked at him inexplicably: "Lu what?"

Dr. Zhang swallowed, his brain was running fast, and he said with a smile: "There are other patients coming in one after another, so I'm busy recently, so I won't bother you here first."

He changed the subject so bluntly, but Zhang Yuemei didn't notice the slightest clue.

"Then go and get busy, don't waste time for me."

"Okay, you can live in peace, Miss Ye will pick you up tomorrow."

Dr. Zhang turned and left. The moment the door closed, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, exhaled, and said to himself, "I almost revealed myself."

He took the medical records and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Just 1 minute after he left, a figure opened the door of the ward again.

Zhang Yuemei heard the movement at the door, put down the book in her hand, and turned her head in doubt: "Doctor Zhang, what else—"

The moment she saw the person coming, she froze suddenly.

It was a strange, never-before-seen face.

But it made her feel inexplicably familiar.

There were two bodyguards in black standing at the door. The man waved his hand towards the door and said commandingly, "Don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

In just a few seconds, she was calm and indifferent as if she had entered no one's land.

The man walked to the hospital bed and put the black handmade crocodile leather handbag on the table. With a "bang", the precious leather bag made a short and heavy sound, like the shiny and bright luster of the bag body, giving people a cold and oppressive feeling .

The visitor is not good.

The woman had a delicate and beautiful face, and her amber eyes looked directly at Zhang Yuemei. She was clearly smiling, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

"Hello, Ms. Zhang."

With a sullen face, Zhang Yuemei closed the book and put it aside, took off her reading glasses, and looked at the woman carefully:

"who are you?"

The woman is wearing a tobacco-colored cashmere coat, with a lazy style, oversized silhouette, and even the folds are elegant. It is obviously a mature and deep style, but it does not look old-fashioned when worn on her, but has a graceful and luxurious temperament.

She sat down, her every move revealed elegance and nobility, and she said lightly, "My name is Qiao."

Joe?
Zhang Yuemei's pupils shrank suddenly, almost subconsciously, a name popped up in her mind: Qiao Jingxian!
Qiao Jingxian smiled lightly: "From your reaction, you should know my identity."

Zhang Yuemei held her breath and looked at her calmly.

Like, it's so similar.

No wonder Jiang Jingting was born so handsome, it turns out he has such a beautiful mother.

Especially those eyebrows and eyes, they were carved out of the same mold, cold and distant, indifferent and arrogant.

The difference is that the son's eyes are more serene and solemn, while the mother's is more proud.

"You are President Jiang's mother."

Qiao Jingxian nodded.

She was radiant and charming, with a noble temperament, and she could not be seen as a woman in her fifties at all.

Zhang Yuemei's eyes froze, and she said slowly, "Mr. Jiang is very similar to you."

"Really." Qiao Jingxian smiled lightly, in a relaxed and casual state, as if she was just chatting with an ordinary old man.

"It's a pity. His personality is a thousand miles away from mine."

Qiao Jingxian spoke slowly, her tone sounded deliberately meaningful, so Zhang Yuemei had to put up all her energy to deal with it.

Since she entered the ward, Zhang Yuemei's heart has been hanging high, and she dare not let it go for a moment.

She leaned on the bed and didn't ask her. The hospital has always been strictly controlled, and non-family members are not allowed to visit. How did she come in? Instead, she pretended to be relaxed and said: "Boys, it's normal to be a little rebellious, everyone has their own opinions And ideas, especially for a child as outstanding as Mr. Jiang, otherwise how can he manage such a large company as RC well."

Qiao Jingxian hooked her lips, her red lipstick looked warm and bright, but Zhang Yuemei couldn't feel any warmth.

"You're right, it's good for children to have their own opinions, but in my opinion, it's better to listen to parents' opinions on some things."

Her amber eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuemei, and she said casually, "For example, a big marriage."

"What do you think? Ms. Zhang."

The ward was always dry and warm, but at this moment, an indescribable coldness invaded Zhang Yuemei.

She forced herself to laugh, and followed Qiao Jingxian's words: "Marriage is a major matter, and parents really need to check it."

Qiao Jingxian nodded in satisfaction, and was about to speak when Zhang Yuemei quickly added: "But in my opinion, besides the parents' opinions, the most important thing is the children's own thoughts."

"After all, no matter how much parents worry about it, in the final analysis, it is the child's own right to choose who to go with for a long time."

Qiao Jingxian's face darkened little by little, her smile faded away, and she thought to herself: From what she said, it seemed that she knew the purpose of my visit this time, and she recognized me so quickly, could it be that she had already seen me before this? Have you passed Jingting?
Reminiscing that Jiang Jingting quarreled with her not long ago and then returned to China, Qiao Jingxian became more and more sure of her thoughts.

She said with a blank expression: "Ms. Zhang, it's fine if you are an ordinary person, but the marriage of the heirs of the aristocratic family is not as simple as you said."