Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

"Could it be...she wants to unite with Shen Mu and Xin Sheng...to deal with me?"

When Pan Zhongyu said this with a strange expression, even he himself didn't quite believe it.

Both Shen Mu and Xin Sheng were notorious rivals in Beijing, even if Qin Shu had great abilities, he couldn't invite these two at the same time.

This is absolutely impossible!

Pan Zhongyu was about to sarcastically say something to Qin Shu, but met Master Shangyan's deep gaze, and suddenly remembered what the other party said just now: Xin Sheng seemed to have agreed to help Qin Shu.

His face suddenly became ugly.

Master Yan's old and muddy voice slowly rang out in the silent room: "Last time you sent someone to assassinate Shen Mu, it is said that Qin Shu happened to be there and blocked the knife for Shen Mu...Would Shen Mu do it for you? Return this favor and help Qin Shu?"

As he said, he reminded: "You might as well take a chance to try Shen Mu, and see if that old guy is really confused all these years, or... pretending to be confused."

"In addition to researching medical skills, he usually collects delicious food, or fights with Xin Sheng. He probably doesn't know that the assassination was arranged by me."

"should?"

Master Yan glanced at Pan Zhongyu coldly, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "You'd better be more cautious, it will be of great use for me to help you to sit in the position of vice president of the National Hospital, you will keep this position for me, If something goes wrong..."

Speaking of the latter, there was no hiding the threat in his eyes.

Pan Zhongyu's expression tightened, and he nodded quickly, "Yes, don't worry, I will find a way to test him after I go back! I will definitely not miss your plan!"

"Yeah." Master Yan closed his eyes, and said slowly: "If this matter can't be handled well, there will be troubles, don't expect me to protect you."

"Yes, I understand."

Pan Zhongyu lowered his head respectfully, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Master Yan's words have been very clear, if Shen Muzhen and Xin Sheng join hands to deal with him, the Yan family will not help.

Not only that, but based on his understanding of Master Yan, he might even kill himself...

Pan Zhongyu couldn't help trembling.

Coming out of the room, there seemed to be a cloud above his head, which made him unable to breathe.

He finally took a deep breath and calmed down a little.

He raised his head to leave, but as far as he could see, he saw a slender figure coming towards him in the dark corridor.

That frail body was shrouded in a large windbreaker, and under the cover of the hat, only half of his face was exposed, and his pale complexion could not be concealed.

In the dim light, the sharp chin seemed to glow with a cold blue light.

It really makes people feel weird and cold at a glance!

When the other party came over, Pan Zhongyu quickly lowered his head again, and quickly called out: "Young Master Yan."

no respond.

A cold breath passed by his side.

Pan Zhongyu raised his head, only to see that the man had already walked into the room, and a piece of clothes flashed by the door.

He looked away and took another breath.

Apart from that silly young master, the Yan family doesn't have a simple character.

Especially Young Master Yan, although he seldom shows up, in Pan Zhongyu's view, he is even more dangerous and unfathomable than Master Yan...

in the room.

Master Yan looked at the eldest son who appeared in front of him, and narrowed his eyes with some doubts in his eyes.

"Yan Jing, you..."

His voice stopped abruptly the moment the other party took off his hat, with a look of surprise on his face.

Seeing the strange red in Yan Jiang's long and narrow phoenix eyes, Master Yan stood up from his chair and walked in front of him in two or three steps.

"How is this going?"

"This is not something you should care about. Tell me, come to me, what do you want me to do for you?"

Yan Jing's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

He lifted his chin, and looked at Master Yan haughtily with his blood-red eyes, his tone full of impatience.

"You are my son, so I can't even ask?"