Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

Glancing at the hall, except for the subordinates working next to the test bench, he didn't see the person he was looking for, and his gray eyebrows frowned suddenly.

Looking at the subordinates who came up to receive him, he stomped the crutch in his hand lightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Where's Yan Jing?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was an unusual roar at the end of the corridor next to it.

Mr. Yan's expression changed slightly, and without waiting for his subordinates to say anything, he strode towards the closed door at the end with a cane.

Abnormal sounds continued to come from the room, mixed with animal roars and heavy impacts.

It lasted about ten minutes.

Mr. Yan stood outside the door the whole time, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The room finally died down.

The closed metal door slowly opened.

Yan Jing, who was thin and blood-stained, came out from the inside, the clothes on his body had already been torn to pieces by the beasts.

The subordinate immediately stepped forward and put a long silver coat on him.

When Yan Jing saw Mr. Yan, he was a little surprised, but a playful smile appeared on his face.

Old Man Yan stared at the three paw prints on his chest with his old eyes. Under his gaze, the three wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He is not surprised by this, he just frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "Didn't you say that there is a way to control those things? Why is it still like this?"

His gaze turned to the room behind Yan Jing, and he glanced at the dead animal on the ground meaningfully.

Mentioning this, the smile on Yan Jing's face tightened, and he said quietly, "Something happened unexpectedly."

Seeing Mr. Yan's curious face, he didn't intend to explain too much, put his clothes on unhurriedly, and said, "You don't have to worry about my affairs, I can take care of them."

When Mr. Yan heard this, he couldn't control his anger. He stomped on his crutches, pointed at the large and small wounds on his body, and asked sarcastically, "Is this the way? I told you, these blood salamanders Although it can provide you with strong physical strength and recovery ability, if you can't control it, you will only become their offerings! When your blood essence is exhausted, you will go crazy if you don't die!"

"I've found a way!" Yan Jing said with an emphasis.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Mr. Yan, the cold light in his eyes was warning, and he didn't want to hear him talk about it again.

Mr. Yan opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the words reluctantly.

There is absolutely no way to take this son.

Only then did Yan Jing restrain his coldness a little in satisfaction, and took the ginseng tea handed by his subordinates with no expression on his face, and while walking towards the hall, he asked, "Didn't I already give you the gold medal? Are you still here?" What are you looking for me for?"

Mr. Yan followed him, glanced at him, and said, "You haven't seen anyone these few days. I'll take a look at the situation and tell you a few things by the way."

"What's the matter?" Yan Jing asked without even looking while drinking ginseng tea.

"Chu Linchen has recovered and took over the Chu Group again. He spread the news that Qin Shu had betrayed the Chu Group. He obviously wanted to use this name to take the gold medal back. As far as I know, he should be coming now On the way to Kyoto. But..."

Mr. Yan paused, snorted, and continued: "Based on what I know about this kid, his purpose of coming to the capital should not be purely for the gold medal, but also to find his woman."

Hearing this, Yan Jing took the teacup away a bit, and said with an intriguing arc on the corner of his lips, "Want to find Qin Shu? I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability."

"Don't be careless, he may use the strength of the Xin family this time."

"Are you afraid?" Yan Jing asked amusedly.

Mr. Yan didn't answer this question. After thinking for a moment, he turned the topic back to Qin Shu and asked, "How is that woman doing now?"

"Should... still be alive."

The smile on Yan Jing's face was a little more serious.

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