Chapter 967

"Huanya Baishi, your performance this year has regressed by 13.74 percent compared to last year. If you continue to be depressed like this, you can really die. Yan Zhengling was eloquent and sharply insulting all the departments that did not meet the standards.

The participants took out their handkerchiefs one by one and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

Yan Zhengling stood on the podium, wearing a fiery red suit. Cropped trousers, a white lace shirt tucked into the pants, the outer suit is casually draped over the shoulders, one hand is crossed at the waist, long hair with big waves, dark complexion, smoky eye shadow, purple and black lipstick, and the royal sister is invincible.

The Lord looked at the woman on the TV screen. His brow was furrowed like bitter gourd.

While Lord Zhan Han was pondering, the text message prompt on his mobile phone suddenly rang.

He looked down at his phone, and the text message on his mobile phone was sent by Qiu Lian, with only two words on it: "Come back quickly." ”

Zhan Hanjue immediately called back, and when Qiu Lian received the call, she almost cried and said, "Jincao...... Grass ...... I can't live. ”

In his eyes, women are weak and boneless, quietly blooming, and subtle and beautiful.

It's like Qiu Lian.

Yan Zhengling, a queen with an aura of 1.8 meters, is simply different.

The nurse asked with concern, "What, there are patients at home?" ”

The Lord of War Chill nodded, "A patient who has been in a coma for several years." "He looked worried.

The nurse is very calm, "We at Media Asia are the most technologically advanced medical centers in the world. If you send him to Media Hospital, maybe a miracle will happen. ”

The low-alcohol magnetic voice of the War Chill Lord sounded in a low pressure, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Qiu Lian cried and cried: "I don't know, after you left, he didn't even drink water." It's been a few days, and the village doctor says he can't make it anymore. ”

Zhan Hanjue's face changed instantly, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Zhan Hanjue's gaze fell on Yan Zhengling on the TV screen again. His eyes had depicted Yan Zhengling's domineering eyebrows, and he only felt that this kind of woman should be a cold-blooded and ruthless animal by nature.

If it wasn't for him, how could you be kind to him casually?

After the meeting, Yan Zhengling returned to the medical department of Media Asia.

Zhan Hanjue realized that the hospital he was in was the world-famous Media Asia Hospital. It's just that thinking of the shyness in his pocket, Zhan Hanjue's face is sad.

He asked the nurse, "How much does it cost to pay upfront for a vegetative person to be hospitalized?" ”

The nurse pursed her lips and snickered, "Media Asia charges expensively. If it is this kind of incurable disease that requires long-term hospitalization and requires joint consultation by specialists, there are not millions of people who cannot be accommodated. However, the president of my family is very kind-hearted, and if you go to intercede with her, maybe the president will be extra kind to you. ”

Yan Zhengling picked up the white porridge, walked to the microwave, heated the cold porridge, and then returned to the hospital bed.

Scoop up a spoonful of porridge and bring it to his lips.

Zhan Hanjue's mouth was closed tightly, and the gap between his teeth was even more seamless. Charming eyes stared at Yan Zhengling resentfully.

The little nurse hurriedly slipped away.

Yan Zhengling stood beside Zhan Hanjue's hospital bed, looking down on him condescendingly, like interrogating a prisoner, "Why don't you eat?" ”

Zhan Hanjue's eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he had a stinky expression of "it's about your".

Yan Zhengling craned her neck and swallowed the porridge into her stomach with a grunt. Then she squeezed a menacing smile at him.

Zhan Hanjue picked up the porridge and hurriedly ate it.

Zhan Hanjue finally understood what she meant by "feed him personally", and his handsome face turned pale with fright, and he cried out in panic, "What are you doing?" ”

"Don't eat? Do you want me to feed you myself? ”

She opened her purple-black thin lips and fed the porridge into her mouth. Then he pinched the chin of the Battle Chill Lord...... Bend over.

Yan Zhengling touched his unruly hair and smiled sweeter than honey. "That's good."

The voice was as gentle as smearing honey, and it was like the domineering arrogance of the meeting.