He hurriedly pulled him to a chair and sat down, and asked his assistant to quickly bring him medicine and gauze.
"No matter how distressed or anxious you are, you can't use your body to vent it. Don't think about it. If Xiao Mo sees your injury, he will definitely be very worried!" Huangfu Jue helped him bandage the wound.
While persuading him earnestly,
"I must make those who hurt Xiao Mo and Xin Ran pay the price!" He said in a cruel tone.
The monotonous word music sounded, and Ling Ye answered the phone with an expressionless face.
"Hello, are you President Ling? Our old lady wants to meet you!" came the voice of Mrs. Jin's assistant on the phone.
Humph, you are so impressive. I even have my assistant come to me all the time. If you want to play, okay, then I will play with you.
"Where?" he asked calmly.
"If it's convenient for you, can you come to Jin's house now?" the assistant said softly, fearing that if the loud voice made Ling Ye feel unhappy, he would drop the phone.
"Okay, I'll go right now" Ling Ye said word by word
He hung up the phone slowly, with a sarcastic smile on his face
"The old lady of the Jin family is looking for you?" Huangfu Jue beside him asked doubtfully.
Ling Ye nodded, stood up, picked up his coat and left
"Hey, although your wound is not particularly serious, it is not light either. You'd better change the dressing every day. If you don't want others to touch you, you can come over and I will change it for you!" Huangfu Jue shouted at his back.
road
But Ling Ye didn't look back
…
Old Mrs. Jin was sitting on a mahogany Taishi chair. The chair had been worn for some years, and the handles had been worn very round, which was in sharp contrast to her skinny hands.
Seeing her coming in, her old face immediately turned into a smile, which was completely different from the coldness in the morning.
"Ling Ye, I have read the interview between you and Bingyun. Since you have no objection, I want to set a date for your wedding," she said with a smile.
The corners of Ling Ye's mouth curved up in disdain
Seeing that he didn't answer, Old Mrs. Jin had no choice but to continue, "You also know that the only bloodline left in our Jin family is Bingyun. As an old lady, I don't have a few years to live. After I leave, all the blood of this Jin family will be gone."
Everything is yours”
Ling Ye watched her acting with cold eyes
"You have also seen that Bingyun loves you to the point where she doesn't care about her own life. As her grandmother, I feel sorry for her, but at the same time I am very satisfied with her vision. Ling Ye, my grandmother has watched you grow up since she was a child. You are indeed
He is a dragon among people. It's a pity that we are not lucky enough to go early, otherwise I would have hugged my great-grandson!" Old Mrs. Jin said while wiping her tears hypocritically.
"Okay, I agree to this marriage, but I have a condition!" Ling Ye suddenly said.
Seeing him compromising, a proud smile suddenly appeared on Old Mrs. Jin's old face. Ling Ye, Ling Ye, no matter how capable you are, you finally gave in to my old woman.
"What conditions?" she asked in a very good mood.
"I want the real 'scorching sun'!" Ling Ye opened his thin lips lightly
Old Mrs. Jin was stunned for a moment, but then she smiled: "Okay, deal, but I want to give it to you after your wedding to Bingyun!"
Ling Ye looked at her old face coldly, and finally nodded.