When Xu Rang first came, Wen Sheng had already changed his clothes, and his pale face had softened a little.
Wen Sheng saw the name of the hospital on their white coats: Mingde Hospital
Mingde is a very famous private hospital in Jiangzhou. It is famous for its expensiveness. All the people who come in and out are noble people from Jiangzhou City. Fu Yanlin made a casual phone call and called the people from Mingde. I guess it was related.
Xu Rang first saw that the injured person was Jiang Yuche, and then looked at the confused Wen Sheng with a look of shock on his face, "Brother Yan, you nephew——"
"Hurry up and get this dirty thing out of here," Fu Yanlin sneered coldly, "Just treat it as you like. If it dies, I will be responsible for it."
Xu Rangchu couldn't figure out the relationship between the three people, but he was very smart, so he immediately realized that Fu Yanlin meant to tell him to shut up, and quickly pulled the person away.
Wen Sheng wanted to follow her to the hospital, but Fu Yanlin held her back, a little irritated, "I said I can't die, what's so good about it?"
"You have to be responsible." Wen Sheng thought to himself, why don't you pay the medical bills for being treated like this? If something goes wrong, you might end up in trouble.
"You don't have to worry about this." Fu Yanlin raised his eyelids and asked, "Aren't you going to work?"
Wen Sheng thought of the accumulated work and nodded, "Yes."
"Still want to take the subway?" Fu Yanlin asked deliberately.
Wen Sheng bit her lip and said, "Can you please send it to me?"
She hasn't recovered from what happened just now, so she might not be able to take the subway.
Fu Yanlin raised his eyebrows and felt better, "If you be good, it won't be too much trouble."
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The two of them had nothing to say along the way.
Fu Yanlin's face was stern, and his black eyes were as deep as a pool. He looked calm but was hiding a wave. Coupled with his chiselled face and wheat-colored skin, he had a soul-stirring and unruly feeling.
Wen Sheng was worried about Jiang Yukuo's entanglement, and her mood was a little complicated, so she didn't say anything.
An ex-boyfriend came to her house for some misdeeds and was knocked unconscious by a hottie and sent to the hospital. No novel would dare to write this.
Fu Yanlin sent Wen Sheng to the parking lot in the basement of the building.
At this time, it was past the time to go to work, and there was no one in the basement.
Wen Sheng said thank you and was about to get out of the car. Fu Yanlin grabbed her arm and glanced at Wen Sheng with his black eyes, looking like a wolf with blank eyes, "You have nothing to say to me?"
Wen Sheng thought for a while and repeated, "Thank you."
Fu Yanlin almost lost his temper. Who wanted to hear her say thank you? He was so angry that he directly pressed her down on the back of the chair, bit her lips violently, and asked for it repeatedly.
Wen Sheng struggled twice, but he held her arm down. He was very strong, so Wen Sheng simply gave up. She found that she lacked concentration. Zhu Qingjia said that she was like a stoic nun, which was
The truth is no.
Urgent and fierce.
Fu Yanlin finally stopped and lit another cigarette. He looked at Wen Sheng with a tissue to wipe his mouth with a neutral look, and his fair cheeks turned rosy, which was delicious.
"You have to pay attention to the way you thank people with your mouth, you know?" Fu Yanlin teased her.
Wen Sheng heard the pun, pursed her lips, and glanced at him, "You have so many lies."
Her lips were red and a little swollen. Fu Yanlin was very satisfied with his poor mouth. He raised his chin towards her and his eyes darkened, "If you don't leave, don't blame me for wanting to have an in-depth communication with you in the car." "..." Wen Sheng suddenly woke up from her lingering thoughts, opened the door and got out of the car.
Fu Yanlin was smoking a cigarette while watching Wen Sheng walk to the elevator. She walked a little slowly because he went too far last night. Her small body was a bit too much for her.
Thinking of her cat-like voice last night, Fu Yanlin's throat felt hot.
Wen Sheng really wants his life.
It's really untouchable, and once you hit it, you won't be able to stop the car.
Fu Yanlin thought of something, and his unruly face became stern. He impatiently took the last puff, pinched the cigarette, and drove straight to Mingde.