The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 502 "Hua Rong, do you really want to provoke me?"

As soon as the door of the ward opened, there happened to be a person standing outside the door, holding a large bouquet of roses in one hand, and preparing to knock on the door with the other hand.

"Hey," a head poked out from behind the fiery red roses, and said in surprise, "Mr. Jiang, princess, why are you here?"

Wearing casual clothes, the clean and fresh young man is He Yan who appears in the hospital every day.

It was impossible for Jiang Yunshen to understand this scene as He Yan having an affair with Jiang Chi and coming to show his love, and his already gloomy face was completely pulled down, "What are you doing here?"

He Yan was taken aback by the look in his eyes, and looked down at Hua Rong who was sitting in a wheelchair, not knowing for a while whether to answer or not.

Before he could figure out the answer, Hua Rong's red lips were already curved, and he said with a slight teasing tone, "He Yan, what's the matter with you, are you pursuing Young Master Jiang behind my back? , send such a big bouquet of red roses."

He Yan looked at her helplessly.

His parents divorced and formed their own families and had their own children. Although he is not unpopular, he does not belong to any family. As the boss, Hua Rong doesn't care about his sexual orientation and may even treat him because of it. He's more at ease, so it's no secret that he likes men.

But...he didn't know Jiang Chi.

This bouquet of roses was sent by Hua Rong to tell her the hospital and the ward to send it over.

But she said so now, and it was impossible for him to dismantle the stage. After talking for a long time, under the compelling gaze above his head, he murmured indistinctly, intending to get away with it.

When he came here, he didn't know who lived in this ward, but when he bought a red rose, he wondered why the princess gave this flower.

How could Jiang Yunshen fail to see this clumsy lie.

He looked at the flaming red petals with dripping water, and his handsome face seemed to be ready for a white chill at any time. He pushed the wheelchair and left the ward, closing the door behind him with one free hand "by the way".

The voice said indifferently, "Throw away the flowers."

He Yan was a little scared, and looked at Hua Rong anxiously.

After all, he was Hua Rong's assistant.

Huarong sneered coldly, "Boss Jiang, if you want to control me, it's fine, why do you want to control even my assistant? Why don't you overthrow our party and government, rebuild the feudal system and become the emperor."

Jiang Yunshen didn't play tricks on her, stretched out his long arm and snatched the rose that He Yan was still holding with one arm, aimed at the target and threw it vigorously, and the brightly colored bouquet fell into the trash basket accurately.

Hua Rong glanced at it, and said lightly, "He Yan, you can buy another bunch later and send it here."

"Hua Rong, do you really want to provoke me?" The voice of the man behind him was deep and gloomy.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Jiang."

"I would flirt with a man who kidnapped you just to scare you off. Don't you find it disgusting?"

Hua Rong turned her head, with a surprised look on her face, "I've been reduced to sharing the bed with the murderer's little friend, what's the kidnapper, let alone my real savior, what's so disgusting ? If he can make me sick, why didn't you make me sick."

Her tone was really incomprehensible at first, but the more she said one word, the more sarcasm in the next word became more compelling, like countless needles hidden in the thin cotton.

Stitch by stitch, densely pricked down.

(End of this chapter)