The queen's wife is too sultry

When Lin Mo returned to the door of the ward, Ye Zhen could no longer be seen.

The chocolate-flavored milk he held in his hand was still warm.

Warm water vapor spread into the air, taking away the heat from his palm, and the coolness spread from his palm to his whole body.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and didn't let the annoyed himself crush the carton of milk in his hand, and called Jiang Jingting instead.

He shouldn't have trusted Ye Zhen.

Ten minutes ago, she walked out of the ward, smiled and told him that she wanted to drink milk, and asked herself to buy her a box of chocolate-flavored milk.

Her expression was so natural and flawless that Lin Mo believed it without any hesitation, and trotted all the way to buy milk for her.

But when he came back, Ye Zhen was nowhere to be seen.

Only then did he realize that Ye Zhen had lied to him.

Yesterday Jiang Jingting specially asked him to follow Ye Zhen closely these few days and tell Jiang Jingting everything and everyone she came into contact with.

"Hello..." The man's deep and cold voice sounded, as indifferent and distant as ever.

The moment the phone was connected, Lin Mo's heart sank.

The awe of Jiang Jingting almost comes from his instinct.

"President, Ms. Ye has lost her..."

There was a moment of silence.

Like the dead silence before the storm.

Lin Mo's palms were sweating coldly, and he explained in a low voice:
"She went directly to the city hospital after returning from the set, and then stayed in Zhang Yuemei's ward for half an hour. When she came out, she deliberately led me away..."

He paused, and continued: "Without your order, I can't check the monitoring, and Ms. Ye's mobile phone has been turned off."

Jiang Jingting's cold voice sounded in his ears, "Go adjust the surveillance, I'll give you half an hour to find her."

"If she gets hurt at all, you don't have to appear in front of my eyes."

Lin Mo's heart tightened, and he replied in a deep voice, "Yes, President."

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Zhang Yuemei's closed door, and then left expressionlessly.

─────────────────
On the street whistling by the wind, a lonely figure was walking alone.

When Frank came out of Ankang Pharmaceutical's building, it was already dark.

The chairman of Ankang Pharmaceutical personally sent Frank downstairs, handed him the safe in his hand, and said with a smile: "Dr. , if the new drug is successfully developed, you will have to contribute."

The car had already parked on the side of the road, and the two came out of the building. The bodyguards in black and sunglasses lined up neatly in two rows, forming a delicate guard circle with expressionless faces.

Frank weighed the safe in his hand, and smiled noncommittally, "The chairman praised it, and the research and development have not yet been completed. The specific project can only be continued after I return to the research institute in the United States. If there is progress, it must be the first. Time will tell."

He speaks Chinese. The chairman of Ankang Pharmaceuticals knows that he is a Chinese-American. Frank can speak Chinese so fluently, which surprises him.

The chairman winked at the bodyguard, who immediately opened the extended Lincoln car door for Frank.

He is tall and slender, wearing a spotless white coat, with a handsome face, calm and elegant eyebrows and eyes, showing a sense of alienation and inaccessibility.

Compared with the smooth and sophisticated chairman, Frank is more like a banished fairy who doesn't eat fireworks.

The chairman didn't mind his lukewarm attitude.

After all, in his eyes, Frank was a medical researcher who dealt with cold equipment all day long, and it was normal for him to be ignorant of the world.

"Hahaha, I'm relieved to hear you say that. Our group also has a branch in the United States. If you need any experimental materials, just come to me."

Frank nodded, then got into the car with the safe.

The chairman returned to the building contentedly.

The assistant next to him took the opportunity to ask: "Boss, why don't you trust him with our results? We have worked so hard on it for so long, what if—"

Ankang Pharmaceutical is a leading company in the domestic pharmaceutical research industry. In recent years, it has encountered a bottleneck in the research of new drugs, and its own scientific researchers have been unable to break through the problem.

The bottleneck they encountered was exactly the research field that Frank was good at, so Ankang spent a lot of money to invite Frank to cooperate with their group.

"This Frank is amazing, but should we send some of our own people to go to the United States with him, or I'm always worried..."

The chairman interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and glanced at him calmly, "Do you think I didn't think about it? I have already arranged someone to hand over to him in the United States..."

When the assistant heard this, he smiled very attentively: "The chairman is still considerate."

Lincoln was speeding along the road. The luxurious and exquisite interior of the car was isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world and the cold wind. Frank crossed his legs, bent his elbows and rested his cheek, and looked lazily at the safe placed on the small table.

The safe has been opened, and there are several glass test tubes lying quietly inside. The test tubes contain a blue transparent liquid, and due to the low temperature environment, there is a cold mist.

This test tube is a new type of drug being developed by Ankang Pharmaceuticals, and it is only a semi-finished product. The chairman donated several of the reagents to Frank and asked him to bring him back to the United States for research.

Frank picked up a test tube and looked at it in front of his eyes. The blue transparent liquid kept churning and shaking with his movements.

After a while, he put the test tube back, picked up the red wine beside him, and took a sip with a cold expression.

"Sir, the boss said that you can stay in the country for a few more days this time. Will the air ticket for the day after tomorrow be canceled for you?"

The official voice of the bodyguard sounded from the front, dull without any ups and downs.

Frank let out a "huh", then turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, and didn't say another word.

Maybe it was because the environment in the car was too quiet, or maybe it was because the heater was turned on too high, so he lowered the car window, allowing the cold air to escape wildly. With red wine in his hand, he looked out the window calmly.

The car came to a red light and stopped slowly.

He drank the red wine in his hand and was about to close the car window when a figure passed by, and he suddenly met a pair of cold and lively eyes.

Frank's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the goblet froze instantly.

As if possessed, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly opened the car door. Just as he was about to go out, the car was shut with a "bang", and a car passed by, bringing up a gust of wind.

The bodyguard let go of the door handle expressionlessly, "Sir, be careful with the car."

Frank pursed his thin lips tightly, and looked for the figure again, but after looking at each other for a short time, the figure of the man disappeared from his vision.