Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

The corners of Yan Jing's lips curled into a sarcasm, and he suddenly bent down, pinching her chin with one hand.

"Remember, you are just a puppy you picked up."

His icy breath hit her face.

Han Meng nodded again and again, "Yes, I am your puppy, a puppy..."

What about humiliation?She has experienced more humiliating things than this.

As long as she can achieve the goal in her heart and become the ultimate winner, she will have long since given up any self-esteem and shame.

Yan Jing seemed very satisfied with her answer, the smile on his lips deepened.

He let go of her chin, passed his hands under her armpits, and lifted her up.

Han Meng's legs were dangling limply in the air, without any effort.

She was put back on the instrument table.

"You are the most obedient puppy and the work I am most satisfied with. I really can't bear to ruin you like this... However, if you don't follow my orders and act willfully next time, I won't have a second chance." Here's a second chance for you."

Yan Jing spoke slowly, and reinserted the catheters that had been pulled out just now into her thighs.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his movements were gentle, like a lover.

The cold and indifferent face was inexplicably cruel.

......

in the hospital ward.

The LCD TV hanging on the wall is broadcasting the news that Pan Zhongyu was kicked out of the foreign hospital.

Xin Baoe sat on the head of the bed, staring at the TV with a complicated expression.

Sure enough, something happened to Pan Zhongyu.

Fortunately, I severed ties with him in advance and was not implicated by him.

But she was still a little worried.

After this news report comes out, it means that Pan Zhongyu will not only have nothing from now on, but will also spend several years in prison. Even if he is released from prison in the future, he will have no chance to turn over.

But, will he just accept his fate like this?

Xin Bao'e was only worried about what Pan Zhongyu would do to hurt herself.

Just in case, I'd better act first and take some measures...

Xin Baoe was thinking in her heart when the door of the ward was opened.

She thought it was the nurse who came to change the dressing, and subconsciously said, "Didn't I change it today..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

She looked at Pan Zhongyu who appeared in her ward in surprise, and frowned a little bit.

Seeing Pan Zhongyu lock the door with his backhand and stride towards him, Xin Bao'e finally came to his senses.

She didn't panic, her eyes showed a look of defense, but she maintained a calm face, "We have nothing to do with each other, what are you doing here?"

As soon as Pan Zhongyu came in, he noticed that the news about himself was being broadcast on the TV. He grabbed the remote control beside him angrily and turned off the TV.

Then he glared fiercely at Xin Bao'e, gritted his teeth, and made no effort to hide his resentment, "You knew your father would take action against me, and you expected that I would not be able to fight them, so that's why you distanced yourself from me, didn't you?" ?”

Xin Bao'e felt that it was a bit funny for him to pursue this now.

But she didn't show it on her face, but shook her head helplessly and said: "No. If I hadn't been shaken and coerced by you at the beginning, I would have never contacted you again."

Pan Zhongyu stared at her closely, as if he was weighing the truth of her words.

In the end, he chose to believe what she said.

There is no way, he is now an abandoned son of the Yan family, and he has tried to contact the Yan family for help, but he has not received the slightest response.

As Master Yan said, if he couldn't handle this matter by himself, it would be of no use to the Yan family, so naturally he wouldn't use another soldier for him.

He managed to get rid of those prosecutors before he ran out.

Now, I'm afraid the whole city is looking for him.

He thought that the only person who could help him was Xin Bao'e.

After all, he held her unknown secret in his hands.