Madam on top: CEO's new wife

I'm afraid that only Mo Tiannan dared to say this to himself.

"I see, Dad." Ling Junchen lowered his head slightly, and his words were extremely low. He bent his fingers, squeezed tightly, and tightened again, his joints turned white. After a long time, he let go of his fist.

Anyway, Mo Tiannan was his elder, and besides, she was the father of her beloved woman, Ling Junchen could still hear his words, he just hated, why did he bring only harm to Mo Wanni.

"When will my daughter wake up?" If you don't look carefully, who can find two tear lines hanging on his dark face, this is his most sensible daughter, his most beloved daughter, she used to be at home She lived the life of a young lady without touching the spring water with her ten fingers, and now, for his Mo Shi, he pushed her into the dire straits with his own hands.

"I don't know." Ling Junchen shook his head, the sharp manicured nails were embedded in the softest palm, but he didn't feel any pain.

His heart felt like being cut by a knife, and his face was still as calm as a deep well of stagnant water, but the almost imperceptible frown between his brows betrayed his panic.

This woman, even in a coma, her brows are still wrinkled into a pimple, as if she couldn't be touched by nature, and her plain white face is also very stubborn.

Ling Junchen felt that a place in his heart suddenly softened. This woman, who was obviously weak, wanted to pierce anyone with barbs.

Ling Junchen didn't answer Mo Tiannan's words. He lowered his head to look at Mo Wanni. His slightly cool fingertips swirled gently at the corner of her mouth. He remembered that this was the place he lingered the most. Beautiful, but now it is pale and without any color.

Mo Tiannan was anxious and angry with this man, and left with the last sentence to Ling Junnan: "A fool, an idiot, you will regret it sooner or later."

"Wake up quickly."

Ling Junchen murmured as if talking to himself, not only to Mo Wanni, but also to himself.

Wake up quickly, Ling Junchen is waiting for you to wake up.

The doctor told him that people in a coma cannot hear the outside world, but when he called Mo Wanni, he could clearly see the tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

When Ling Junchen pulled the doctor away like crazy, the doctor just said to him lightly: "This is normal, Miss Mo is just in a coma, not dead."

The burning hope in Ling Junchen's eyes darkened again, as if a candle that had been lighted with great difficulty was instantly extinguished by cold water. From the beginning to the end, no matter how well he concealed it, he could not conceal the coldness in his eyes.

"Within a month, if she doesn't wake up, everyone will get out of here."

Ling Junchen lowered his eyelids, speaking in a very low voice that could send people into hell.

"Here, Mr. Ling, please don't embarrass me." The doctor in a white coat was embarrassed.

Looking at the too dazzling sun outside the window, Ling Junchen took a deep breath: "The best medicine, the best equipment, all for her."

"If she survives, I will consider donating 40 yuan to the hospital."

Ling Junchen walked into the ward calmly step by step, the sound of the leather shoes being tapped gradually disappeared, but Mo Wanni's outstretched fingers moved in his invisible line of sight.

The city at night is the most beautiful time of the day. The bright street lamps light up one by one, illuminating the originally dim city, which is divided into light and dark.

There is still a wind of extravagance in the bar, singing and dancing are peaceful, the sound of decadence blends with the sound of clinking glasses, and there are bursts of laughter between men and women from time to time.

The sun does not shine in this bar all the year round, heavy metal music is played to the maximum, only a few old women cleaning up, white-skinned young girls wearing revealing clothes are dancing next to their bodies, when the moon rises and sprinkles a piece of silver light, it proclaims , this is a time only for young people.

The leather sofa is in the darkest part of the bar. The old watch is sitting on the sofa, and the LED lights that turn from time to time shine on him.

There were bottles of whiskey on the table. Ling Junchen couldn't remember how many bottles he had drunk, but felt dizzy for a while, and couldn't tell the direction in a daze.

Alcohol can cause great harm to the body, so he hates drinking very much, but what Ling Junchen didn't expect was that the first time he drank was because of a woman.

Ling Junchen opened another bottle, as if pouring boiled water, he drank one bottle after another, his stomach was bloated, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Handsome guy, drinking like this will kill you." Kou Dan's five-fingered nails dangled in front of his eyes. Ling Junchen squinted at him. She was a beautiful woman with rough breasts and delicate makeup. Even the cheap cosmetics on her body couldn't stop her Copper stink.

A burst of hot air spontaneously emanated from the bottom of his heart, Ling Junchen put his arms around her neck, and kissed the beauty's pink lips with a destructive momentum.

"Well, sir."

The beauty froze for a moment, although her white hands resisted pushing his muscular chest, the two hooked around the man's fat-free waist like snakes.

He said so in his mouth, but he didn't do that in his actions.

Ling Junchen didn't pay attention to her refusal to welcome her. He pulled her with a big hand and dragged her directly into the box. The light was not turned on, and it fell on the two of them dimly. They couldn't see each other's appearance clearly. , Sweeping thousands of troops in the mouth of a beautiful woman.

The astringent lipstick smell stimulated Ling Junchen's taste buds.

He remembered that woman never wore makeup, and she rarely even wore lipstick.

The beauty is passionate like a fire, burning her ears directly, her body is pink and tender, showing a mature charm, her clothes are half undone, revealing her black lace bra, she is completely sexy.

One of the beautiful woman's legs had already stepped up and hung around Ling Junchen's waist, surging tightly against Ling Junchen's body, one hand was wrapped around Ling Junchen's neck, and the other hand stretched down...

It's a pity that before he touched the vital point, he was suddenly pushed away, the beauty was full of desire.The fire was extinguished by Ling Junchen's sudden action, and he looked at him in astonishment.

Ling Junchen didn't want to push her away at this time, but he really couldn't hold back. Mo Wanni's small face kept dangling in front of his eyes, as if she had been cast by some spell, even though she was aroused just now.Huo, but when I got here, somehow, I couldn't get up, and I felt a weird and strange sense of guilt.

Ling Junchen took a deep breath and let it out heavily. His breath was well adjusted by him. Ling Junchen tidied up his clothes, took out a few hundred bills from his wallet, and threw them on the beauty's delicate face.

Then strode out of the box door, leaving the beauty in the room with a look of astonishment.

I thought I was crazy, but I was so dissatisfied that I would find a lady.

Ling Junchen smiled bitterly, paid the money, and walked out of the bar. The cold and fresh air rushed towards him, which made him feel that he was still alive, not dead.

The driver followed Ling Junchen slowly at almost zero speed. Ling Junchen opened the car door and told the driver: "Go home."

A bright white moon is reflected in the pool, and it shatters and sways when the wind blows.

Ling family.

It was built near the water, and a row of French sycamores was planted. It was originally planted with pine trees, but later it was replaced by sycamores because it was too green. At the beginning, the old man took a fancy to this clear pool, so he chose the location of the Ling family. here.

From a distance, it looks like a magnificent palace, and even a brick needs to be high-quality, but Ling Junchen hates this place from the bottom of his heart, and he will never come back unless necessary, because there is a cold wind all around. The smell can freeze people to death.

Ling Junchen couldn't help but see a hint of sinisterness in his eyes. Every time he came to this house, he always came with a heavy heart, but as soon as the car stopped, Ling Junchen returned to that cold look that didn't allow anyone to approach, his eyes looked like Like a block of ice.

It's not that he is too good at pretending, but that he has to.

In the Ling family, if you don't pretend, you can only be stepped on by people as a stepping stone, step by step.

The butler opened the door for him, and saw that it was Gu Rong sitting on the sofa. Gu Rong was wearing a green cheongsam today. Xiwen stood up, put his hands on his belly: "The old man is waiting for you in the study."

Ling Junchen didn't have a good impression of Gu Rong since he was a child, but after all, he was at home, so at least he had to show face. He nodded to show that he understood, and strode upstairs.

It is estimated that the old man also got the news, otherwise he would not be so anxious to call him here.Who sent the news?You can think of it with your toes.

Gu Rong evoked a sly smile in a place he couldn't see, and there were creases at the corners of her eyes...

Ling Junchen, it depends on how you explain this time!

On the second floor, the doorknob glowed with a cold metal light.Ling Junchen opened the doorknob, went in, and closed the door. Just as he turned around and called out to Grandpa, a cup flew towards him. Ling Junchen didn't dodge it, and smashed it down abruptly.

"Hmph!" Old Man Ling let out a cold air from his nostrils, "You still know I'm your grandfather!"

Ling Junchen didn't reply, and squatted down to pick up the pieces one by one, and threw them into the trash can.

"What's the matter with the little girl of the Mo family!" Mr. Ling's beard fell on both sides angrily.

Ling Junchen gradually clenched his hands hanging on both sides, and his voice was low and steady: "I don't know."

"I don't know!" Mr. Ling was so angry that he was about to throw another cup, but he thought that this cup was newly made in Jingdezhen, and there were only two sets in the whole country. Wanni is better, you are all farting."

There are estimated to be a hundred or ten photos, and they hit him heavily on the face. His forehead was still painful, and now the wound was even more salty. Ling Junchen frowned, and then opened his eyes to look.

This person has very good photography skills, and every one of them is Mo Wanni's most painful one, outlining him like a demon, and torturing him with a sneer.

Even he felt like a pervert.

However, the important point is...

Ling Junchen frowned, looking at those photos, who has such a great ability to take these photos!

"What are these photos?" Mr. Ling stood up with a cane, and patted the table with his big hands, feeling a breath of turbidity in his chest.