"Media Bai, your performance this year is 13.74% lower than last year. If you continue to be like this, you can really die (July 4th)." Yan Zhengling eloquently insulted all those who did not meet the standards.

department.

Everyone attending the meeting took out their handkerchiefs and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

Yan Zhengling stood on the podium, wearing a fiery red suit. Nine-point pants, a white lace shirt tucked into the trousers, the outer suit draped casually on the shoulders, one hand on the hip, a big wavy long hair, dark complexion, smoke

Smoked eye shadow, purple and black lipstick, the queen's style is invincible.

Zhan Hanjue looked at the woman on the TV screen. His brows were as furrowed as bitter gourds.

When Zhan Hanjue was deep in thought, his mobile phone's text message alert suddenly rang.

He looked down at his phone. The text message was from Qiulian. There were only two words on it: "Reply soon."

Zhan Hanjue immediately called back. When Qiu Lian received the call, she almost cried and said, "Jin Cao... Jin Cao... he can't survive."

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

Just like Qiulian.

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

The nurse asked with concern: "What, is there a patient at home?"

Zhan Hanjue nodded, "A patient who has been in coma for several years." He looked very worried.

The nurse was very calm, "Our Media Asia is the most technologically advanced medical center in the world. If you send him to Media Asia Hospital, maybe a miracle will happen."

Zhan Hanjue's low-alcohol and magnetic voice sounded with low pressure, "What's going on?"

Qiulian cried and cried: "I don't know, he didn't even drink water after you left. It's been how many days, and the village doctor said he can't survive it."

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

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

If you don't have ulterior motives for him, how can you be so kind to him casually?

After the meeting, Yan Zhengling returned to Media Asia Medical Department.

Only then did Zhan Hanjue know that the hospital he was in was the world-famous Media Asia Hospital. However, Zhan Hanjue looked embarrassed when he thought about his tight financial situation.

He asked the nurse, "How much does it cost in advance for hospitalization of a vegetative patient?"

The nurse pursed her lips and snickered, "Media Asia's charges are expensive. If it is a difficult and complicated disease that requires long-term hospitalization and joint consultation by experts, there are millions of people who can't live here. However, my CEO is very kind-hearted.

If you go and beg for mercy from her, maybe the CEO 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.

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth.

Zhan Hanjue's mouth was closed tightly, and the gaps between his teeth were even more perfect. His charming eyes stared at Yan Zhengling angrily.

The little nurse quickly ran away.

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

There was deep dissatisfaction in Zhan Hanjue's eyes, with a "none of your business" expression.

Yan Zhengling raised his neck and gulped the porridge into his stomach. Then he gave him a threatening smile.

Zhan Hanjue picked up the porridge and ate it quickly.

Zhan Hanjue finally understood what she meant by "feeding him personally". He was so frightened that his handsome face immediately turned pale, and he cried out in panic, "What are you doing?"

"You don't want to eat? Do you want me to feed you myself?"

She opened her thin purple-black lips and fed the porridge into her mouth. Then she pinched Lord Zhan Han's chin...and leaned over.

Yan Zhengling stroked his unruly hair and smiled sweeter than honey. "You are so good."

The voice was as gentle as honey, and it was completely different from the domineering voice during the meeting.


Chapter completed!