Mistakenly spoiling a hundred billion little sweet wife

You will know that these four words are mysterious and inspire endless curiosity.

Wen Mengxin stared at Yan Yechen, this man was handsome and handsome, with smooth bones, high nose and thin lips, like gold and jade, but those eyes were a bit cold, noble and unattainable.

Even if the man's upper arm was injured, he didn't hide it at all.

Yan Yechen met her gaze coldly.

Even after eating the rest of the food she gave her, her aura was still above her.

Yan Yechen was as arrogant as an emperor looking down on all sentient beings, looking at Wen Mengxin standing in front of him: "Soon."

Wen Mengxin frowned slightly.

She took the bag she put aside and went out without looking back.

If she had known that he would eat those things, she should have poisoned them in advance!
Poison him!
Wen Meng left the ward angrily, went to the nurse's station and asked about her father's ward.

His mind was full of what Yan Yechen said just now, and what the police told him to do a written statement today.

……

As soon as K got out of the elevator, he saw Wen Mengxin walking out of the ward, and he opened the door with an exquisite dinner box in his hand.

As soon as he came in, he saw his boss eating an unknown snack, and there was a white plastic bag beside him.

K was a little surprised: "Boss, you really hurt your brain. I remember that you don't eat this kind of plastic-wrapped junk food, and it looks like there are still leftovers."

"Otherwise, when you come now, you should collect my body for me."

K: "..."

"Isn't there a big plate of fresh fruit?" K stepped forward to clean up the plastic bag and throw it into the trash can.

Suddenly he thought of something, and he seemed to understand: "Miss Wen gave it to you, it seems that you are really special to Miss Wen."

K was talking to himself, and Yan Yechen kicked K's leg when he heard it.

Fortunately, K was quick and avoided some force.

When K was about to set up the dining table on the hospital bed, Yan Yechen got up and walked to the dining table.

"When did you see me sitting on the bed and eating?"

"Then you didn't know you were sitting by the bed and eating junk food just now?" K replied bluntly.

Yan Yechen paused, and looked back with cold eyes.

K only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and an official smile instantly returned to his handsome face: "I'm the one who said too much."

K looked self-reflective, and when Yan Yechen sat down in the restaurant, he walked over with the black lunch box and arranged the meals.

"Boss, you really got your father's true biography. You are all equally strict from appearance to character to your attitude towards your wife. Typically, you either don't fall in love, or you fall in love with a person, and you will never change in this life."

He talked about what the father and son had in common.

Yan Yechen showed no extra expression: "I'm not as childish as my father, don't compare me to him."

This is an official dislike from my own son.

Although K was startled, he still agreed with this point of view: "But your father is only like that in front of your mother. To the outside world, he is a vigorous and resolute young master He with iron-blooded wrists."

Yan Yechen pursed his lips and began to drink the soup seriously.

"I won't be like my dad. I'm just taking on the responsibilities of a man, and it has nothing to do with love."

Yan Yechen's clear voice was cold.

Without any emotion, without any emotion.

K raised his eyebrows leisurely, looked at the handsome face of his boss, and smiled slightly: "Don't talk too much too early, or you will be slapped too quickly in the future."

Yan Yechen paused his hand holding the spoon, and stared at K coldly, with a strong aura: "I see you talk a lot today, and you're free. It just so happens that there is a mining project in Africa, let's take a trip."

K was shocked, and quickly backed away: "BOSS, I misunderstood, I was just happy. Although you were in a car accident and hospitalized, you have developed a relationship with the future young lady. Is this a matter of great joy? I am a little bit happy. Forgot your identity, if you don’t remember the faults of villains, don’t pursue it.”

"One month."

"Ah, Boss, I am your personal assistant, personal."

"That's two months." Yan Yechen's tone was cold, every time he opened his mouth, it was like stabbing K's heart with a knife.

K almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, to avoid sending it out for too long, he could only respond with tears in his eyes: "Okay."

"Boss, we've already checked out the information about Miss Wen. The blood types of Wen's family are indeed compatible with yours, and Miss Wen's is a better match. What happened last night is also a kind of fate.

This is much better than that Wen Keke, the Wen Keke family is so powerful, you might hate it, if it wasn't because of your blood type mutation, you couldn't marry a normal woman and have children, it would be their turn there. "

K's tone was a little resentful.

Yan Yechen kept eating seriously.

His every move is elegant and gentle, coupled with his bewitching handsome face, the picture is extremely pleasing to the eye.

"Do your best and obey the destiny. Maybe if you marry Wen Mengxin, everyone won't be so nervous about my body."

Each takes what he needs, he has always been rational.

...,

When Wen Mengxin returned to the ward, his father woke up once during the period, but his consciousness was drowsy and he was still extremely weak.

Tomorrow she will marry into Yan's family...

When Wen Mengxin thought of this, her heart felt as if she had fallen into an abyss. She glanced at her mother, and swallowed the words.

Wait until Dad wakes up and is stable before speaking up.

It's just that Yan's family is too mysterious, which makes her extremely flustered and afraid of tomorrow's wedding.

"Mom, I have an exam at school tomorrow, so I can only spend time with you and Dad these few days." Wen Mengxin finished speaking softly, trying to smile.

In the dead of night, Zhao Meilan had been worried and afraid for a whole day, and only then did her heart really relax.

Hearing this, Zhao Meilan suddenly thought of something, and she immediately became nervous: "Girl, have you agreed to the Wen Keke family's request! Otherwise, your father's operation..."

Zhao Meilan was so worried all day today, and she was so happy to hear that the operation went well, she was so happy and sad that she forgot how it happened.

At this moment, she regained her senses and tensed up instantly.

Wen Mengxin clenched her small hands uneasily, not daring to look into her mother's eyes at all: "No... the doctor said that a patient just died of illness and was willing to donate his heart to Dad."

The more Wen Mengxin spoke, the lower her voice became, and the last few words were inaudible.

Zhao Meilan looked at the precious daughter she had raised, her eyes were red again: "Girl, my mother watched you grow up, what does your mother know about you, when you lie, you like to look at your toes, it has been like this since childhood. "

It was at this time that Zhao Meilan finally got through her husband's affairs, which made her even more heartbroken.

Wen Mengxin immediately raised her head, smiled and stopped her mother's hand: "Mom, don't worry so much, it's nothing, our family's blood type is special, but it's not just our family in the world, there are some Same people."