The queen's wife is too sultry

At the entrance of the hospital, a black Bentley Continental was quietly parked beside the flower bed.

In the car, a pair of falcon-like black eyes were lurking in the darkness, staring closely at the mother and son at the door.

half an hour.

An indifferent voice sounded from the co-pilot:

"Qiao Jingxian is gone?"

"Ah."

"With Jiang Jingting's character, I'm afraid she won't be allowed to stay in the country again."

The man sneered, "After all, Jiang Tingyue raised him, so it's normal to have weak affection."

"I'm going to go up and have a look, how about you?"

"Lu Qing, Jiang Jingting hasn't left yet, do you think his place isn't messy enough if you go now?"

Lu Qing rested his left elbow on the lowered car window, unbuttoned his suit unrulyly, revealing his strong honey-colored chest, and witnessed Jiang Jingting re-entering the hospital after bidding farewell to Qiao Jingxian.

He hooked his lips, the arc of his thin lips was romantic and uninhibited, his peach blossom eyes were twinkling, and he seemed to be smiling but not angry, "Before I was worried about how to solve Zhang Yuemei's problem."

"Now it seems that Qiao Jingxian has helped us a lot."

"Gu Zheng, believe it or not, after tonight, Ye Zhen will return to the Lu family, and I am determined to win."

Gu Zheng squinted at him, the lights in the car were not turned on, half of his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, his deep blue eyes showed no emotion, and even his expression became dull.

"Don't be self-defeating. Didn't Dr. Zhang say that Zhang Yuemei is not in good condition?"

"How important she is to Ye Zhen, I think you should know better than me."

Lu Qing patted him on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and looked at him playfully: "It's hard for you to think of her so much."

"It's a pity." He leaned closer to Gu Zheng, smiling wickedly and rascally, "I have Jiang Jingting, I don't know and I won't accept your favor."

The veins on Gu Zheng's forehead twitched forbearance, then he turned his face away and stared expressionlessly at the dark and desolate scenery outside the window.

"You better hurry up."

"I didn't see Frank today. I have to go back to London the day after tomorrow. Time is running out."

What answered him was the sound of Lu Qing closing the car door.
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"Miss Ye, Ms. Zhang is still in an unstable condition, and she is relatively weak just after waking up. Remember, don't let her be stimulated again."

Doctor Zhang put his hands in his pockets, and gently instructed Ye Zhen in front of him.

"Okay, Doctor Zhang, I will remember everything."

"Also, ahem." Doctor Zhang glanced at the handsome man in a black suit behind Ye Zhen, and said meaningfully: "Try to avoid letting Ms. Zhang meet some people she doesn't want to see."

Jiang Jingting lifted his eyelids slightly, and looked up at Dr. Zhang.

The moment they looked at each other, Dr. Zhang felt that the man's gaze was as cold as the moon, but full of oppression, like a cold and ruthless god of death from hell, looking at him without any emotion.

Dr. Zhang felt a chill rushing up his back, and his confidence immediately became insufficient. He smiled at Ye Zhen: "Of course, what I said definitely didn't include the two of you."

"Okay, I have other patients, so I won't bother you two here."

After saying these words, he immediately slipped away with oil on his feet, and didn't wipe the cold sweat off his brow until he left the corridor and hid in the office.

Needless to say, Jiang Jingting is worthy of being the president of RC. Although he looks young, but when he glanced over, the sense of oppression and momentum is really not something ordinary people can bear.

Dr. Zhang sat down, made sure that there was no one around, and then dialed a number that he had been in touch with recently.

"Hey, Mr. Lu, are you here?"

"Yes, Ye Zhen and Jiang Jingting are both in the ward, you can come up directly."

Hearing Lu Qing thanking him, Doctor Zhang immediately stood up with a flattered expression on his face: "It's a great honor to be able to help Lu."

He didn't really relax until the phone was hung up.

Recalling all the things that happened today, I still don't understand why Ye Zhen is able to get involved with the big shots of the Jiang and Lu families. She is obviously just an ordinary female artist in China.

In the ward, Ye Zhen and Jiang Jingting stood beside the bed.

Zhang Yuemei leaned back on the hospital bed, turned her face away and did not look at the two of them, her usually kind and loving face became very cold and serious.

Ye Zhen glanced at Jiang Jingting, who was silent beside her, and said helplessly, "Grandma, as soon as Jing Ting heard that you fainted, he immediately put down the business of the group and rushed over. Don't you think it's impolite for you to be doing this now?"

Zhang Yuemei remained unmoved, and said expressionlessly: "Let him go, I don't want to see the Jiang family."

The old man's voice was hoarse and impersonal, Jiang Jingting clenched his fists when he heard this.

"Dean, it's her fault that my mother came to visit rashly today."

He lowered his head and said softly, "If I offend you with my words, I'm here to apologize for her."

After the words fell, Zhang Yuemei still didn't move.

Jiang Jingting was not angry, and still stood quietly beside Ye Zhen, waiting for the old man to speak.

In Ye Zhen's impression, Jiang Jingting seldom did anything wrong or made any decisions, so she almost never saw him bow his head to apologize to anyone other than herself.

But in front of Zhang Yuemei, even if he didn't do anything wrong, he could still sincerely bow his head and apologize for his mother. If it wasn't for his respect for Zhang Yuemei, with his pride, he wouldn't have to be treated coldly by Zhang Yuemei here.

"Grandma, as you know, what happened today is not Jing Ting's fault."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuemei finally turned her head and looked at the two of them, but her eyes were still distant and annoyed.

"He's talking to me, what are you talking about?"

Ye Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then twitched the corners of her mouth, and shut up obediently.

Speaking so rudely, it seems that grandma is really angry this time.

"Where's your mother?"

"Considering that you probably won't want to see her when you wake up, I asked Lin Mo to send her back first."

Zhang Yuemei sneered: "You are very considerate."

Jiang Jingting agreed, not daring to say anything else.

"Polite and thorough, I can't say anything about you."

"Although you are mother and son, how you behave in the world is quite different. It's strange that she has a son like you."

Ye Zhen lowered her head and listened, and couldn't help sweating.

When grandma said that, did she praise him or hurt him?
Zhang Yuemei changed the topic, and her face was full of anger: "Even if she is a high-ranking wife? This is not the reason for her to judge Zhenzhen's mother!"

Jiang Jingting immediately said with sincere eyes: "You are right, I have already told my grandfather about this, and my mother will return to the United States tomorrow, and will not bother you again."

Zhang Yuemei didn't react too much to his promise, but said indifferently: "Boss Jiang, it's better not to say something so early."

"You are in a wealthy family. I can understand how many things you have to do. It's just that there are some things that you can't just say."

Jiang Jingting pursed his lips and nodded silently.

What Zhang Yuemei said was reasonable, and he had no reason to refute.

Ye Zhen frowned slightly, feeling that what she said was a bit exaggerated.

Whether it was the time when she met Jiang Jingting for the first time, or Jiang Jingting was with her every time she returned to China, Zhang Yuemei would not be unclear about her contribution and company.

Just now when Jiang Jingting confronted his mother for himself, Zhang Yuemei didn't hear it when she was in a coma, but Ye Zhen could hear it clearly.

Now that Zhang Yuemei said that, why didn't she feel angry?
"Grandma, even if my aunt did something wrong, I don't want you to blame Jing Ting for everything that happened today."

Ye Zhen held Jiang Jingting's hand, as if protecting her shortcomings, she wanted to say something, but Jiang Jingting pinched her fingers.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Jingting blinking at her, that look seemed to say: Grandma is in a fit of anger, so she can't plead for me at this time.