Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

Master Yan looked at Yan Jing with a gloomy expression, squinted his eyes, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Your man, I can't move... right?"

Yan Jing didn't speak, but that aloof expression seemed to explain everything.

Seeing this, Master Yan sneered even more, "Okay, okay, I don't care about you."

The smile on his face disappeared slowly, and he said in a calm voice: "But what I told you must be done for me!"

His murderous eyes showed his attitude - if the matter could not be done, he would definitely take that woman under his knife!

Yan Jing had a full view of his threat, pulled his lips disapprovingly, turned and left.

After he walked out of the room, Master Yan raised the crutch in his hand with a gloomy expression.

Clap!

The porcelain cup shattered and the tea splashed everywhere!

Yan Jing returned to his research room, and went straight to the woman lying on the cold instrument table.

"You're back." The woman sat up slightly, showing him a pure and harmless smile.

Yan Jing approached, her eyes fell on her legs which were injecting medicine.

The two legs are no different from ordinary people, and two metal catheters are inserted on both sides of the thighs, and the special healing medicine is introduced into her body.

Han Meng followed his gaze and landed on his legs, his eyelids drooping slightly, hiding the thoughts in his eyes.

Although Yan Jing cured her legs, she had to replenish the medicine here every three days, otherwise her legs would lose their activity and she would be paralyzed again.

It is also because of this that she is tied to this instrument table and cannot leave for more than three days...

Although Han Meng was a little dissatisfied, she could only hope that Yan Jing would find a better way to get rid of this damn potion as soon as possible.

She was thinking about it, and suddenly the tube on her thigh was ripped off.

A sharp pain came suddenly, causing her to frown and cry out: "Young Master, you—"

Yan Jing threw away the catheter in his hand indifferently, and looked at her expressionlessly.

Being watched by his eyes, Han Meng felt ominous.

She just moved her lips, ready to speak.

"Ah! Ah, ah..."

The remaining three catheters in the thigh were all pulled out and thrown aside.

Han Meng was trembling with pain, and cold sweat ran down her forehead, down her cheeks, and slipped over the bulging veins on her neck.

"Big, young, why did you do this to me..."

Gritting her teeth, she finally asked tremblingly.

Yan Jing squinted at her painful face, and said without mercy: "Yan Jiang is the old man's most beloved son, you hurt him, why do you say?"

Han Meng's pupils shrunk, Yanjiang?

"I know that this matter was improperly arranged by me, but it was Qin Shu who called the second young master... I just accidentally injured the second young master."

"that's enough."

Yan Jing snorted lightly, turned around and left.

Han Meng panicked. He left. What about his legs?

She subconsciously reached out to pull him, but forgot the fact that her legs could not move.

bang.

The whole person fell off the instrument table.

But her hand was still held high, grabbing Yan Jing's clothes and not daring to let go.

"Young Master, I know I was wrong, I was wrong, if you leave like this, what will happen to my legs, my legs... Please forgive me, I know I was wrong!"

Han Meng had already thrown away her pride in front of outsiders and subordinates, and begged humbly.

She didn't care so much, she just wanted to hug her leg.

After experiencing a life of freedom of movement, she didn't want to go back to living in a wheelchair again.

Yan Jing paused and looked down at her.

Han Meng quickly acted more earnestly and pitifully, with tears in his eyes, "Master, I really know I was wrong..."