The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

Ye Zhen hugged Shen Wanqing and sat in the co-pilot, followed by getting into the car, kicking the accelerator and rushing towards the hospital.

The thick ink-like night was pierced by the high beams of the car.

"Ye Zhen, do you feel happy that I'm going to die?" Shen Wanqing was sweating profusely in pain, looking at the tense man, she couldn't help but sarcastically.

Obviously wanting her to die more than anyone else, but actively sending herself to the hospital, Ye Zhen's heart... must be disgusting to her death.

"Shut up! I won't let you die so easily!" Ye Zhen gave Shen Wanqing a vicious sideways look, and his fingertips holding the steering wheel began to tremble. It turned out that he didn't want Shen Wanqing to die.

He wanted her to live, to live a hundred years longer than anyone else.

His life belongs to him, and without his permission, no one, including Shen Wanqing himself, has the right to take it away.

"Heh..." Shen Wanqing sneered lowly, unable to speak out from the pain.

Ye Zhen looked at Shen Wanqing who was curled up in pain on the co-pilot, her scalp went numb.

The scissors inserted in her chest trembled with her breath, more and more blood seeped, her face became paler, and her smooth and round forehead was covered with sweat.

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, watched her will gradually become dizzy, and said sharply, "Shen Wanqing, listen to me, your life is mine, and you can't die without my permission, let alone pay you back with this cheap life." What!"

Shen Wanqing frowned, her breathing became heavier and heavier, she was angry and hated, and her drowsy consciousness gradually dissipated, leaving only grievances and anger.

"Heh, even if I die, I will endure until Shen Qiao dies!"

Ye Zhen listened to Shen Wanqing's gnashing of teeth, and for the first time did not refute, but let out a breath of luck.

The speed was very fast, and the person who ran the red light all the way arrived at the hospital.

While in the car, Ye Zhen had already called the secretary to arrange the hospital.

When Shen Wanqing arrived, she was immediately carried to the bed and sent to the operating room.

Secretary Jiang caressed the thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the man with a gloomy face standing at the door of the operating room with a complicated expression.

She has always known about the matter between the president and the president's wife, but she did not expect it to become such a trouble...

She stood aside silently until Ye Zhen's deep voice sounded in the corridor, "You stay in the hospital with Shen Wanqing until she recovers and is discharged from the hospital. During this period, you have to report everything to me."

"Yes!" Secretary Jiang nodded and responded respectfully.

Ye Zhen pulled the wrinkled and ugly suit on her body, took a deep breath, looked at the closed door of the operating room, which was still lit with a red light, and left the hospital.

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The night quietly dissipated, and dawn came.

When Shen Wanqing woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

The first person I saw was Secretary Jiang, Jiang Rou, who had been with Ye Zhen for five or six years.

"Ma'am, you're awake." Jiang Rou smiled slightly, with gentle kindness on her pretty face.

Shen Wanqing looked at the snow-white ceiling in a daze, as if she didn't hear Jiang Rou's words.

She has been married to Ye Zhen for so many years, and only Jiang Rou respects her every time she sees her as Ye Zhen's wife, the wife of the president of the Ye Group.

"Are you hungry? I've already ordered Yangshengyuan porridge for you. Eat something light to help your wound recover." Seeing Shen Wanqing's silence, Jiang Rou was not angry, but asked in a gentle voice.

Shen Wanqing blinked, and struggled to sit up, but the wound on her chest was hurt, and she broke out in cold sweat from the pain.