Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Just as Zhu Mo was about to leave the hotel, he saw Ji Yao turn back.

Standing in front of the door, Ji Yao's indifferent face was full of disgust.

"Why, is there something else?" Zhu Mo asked suspiciously.

Ji Yao sighed, pinched his temples and lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Just received the news, the Patriarch asked me to follow you."

"I will be yours from now on."

At first, Ji Yao didn't understand why the Patriarch wanted to deliver the message himself.

I never thought that letting myself follow Zhu Mo was the real purpose, it was really a headache...

"Don't talk nonsense, I already have a girlfriend." Zhu Mo said lightly.

The corner of Ji Yao's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's really hard to imagine how to get along with a master like you who struggles to communicate in the future. The master is really embarrassing."

Glancing at Ji Yao with disdain, Zhu Mo joked:

"If you think it's hard work, you can get out. Do you really think of yourself as a person? You go tell my father that I refuse to sign for a guy with big breasts and no brains like you."

"you..."

Ji Yao's face was flushed by the scolding, and when he saw Zhu Mo's look of disdain for him, he was instantly furious.

She wished she could kill Zhu Mo on the spot to relieve the anger in her heart.

"Huh... calm down, this is the son of the Patriarch, bear with it." Ji Yao suppressed his anger and calmed down.

Glancing at Ji Yao, Zhu Mo said indifferently: "If you join Heart Ace in Mieling Squad, how many people do you have under your command?"

Ji Yao replied coldly: "There are no more now. All my people are dead."

"The two who came to the island are also your people?"

Nodding slowly, his expression remained unchanged: "Yes, the Patriarch instructed me. The purpose is to force you to return to Yan Kingdom."

"Heh... It's unnecessary, I will come back without him forcing me." Zhu Mo sneered.

Mentioning that his father suddenly remembered an important matter, he asked solemnly, "By the way, how is my father recently?"

Ji Yao was taken aback by the question, and a trace of surprise flashed in his beautiful eyes: "The Patriarch's body...is fine."

"Why did you suddenly ask this?"

"nothing..."

Zhu Mo rubbed his forehead and thought secretly.

Zhu Min's body shouldn't be abnormal now.

"Probably holding back?" Zhu Mo murmured in a low voice.

Now he is not sure about Zhu Min's situation, it seems that he can only resign himself to his fate, and the one who needs to solve it now is that big brother Zhu Qing who is in the sky.

...

"puff..."

Zhu Min was lying on his back doing his work, with bright red blood continuously overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The entire face was extremely pale, and the pupils gradually lost their luster.

The trembling middle finger finally clicked the button on the desk.

Within a few seconds, Secretary Wang pushed the door open and entered.

I saw Zhu Min with her eyes closed, lying unconscious on the desk.

The documents on the table were drenched with Zhu Min's blood, and the blue shirt Zhu Min was wearing was also red with blood.

"Homeowner!"

Seeing this scene, Secretary Wang was frightened out of his wits, and even forgot Zhu Min's rules about calling a position in the company.

But immediately calmed down and stepped forward to check the situation, and quickly dialed a number on the mobile phone: "Number 10, come to the head of the house quickly. The current situation of the head of the house is very dangerous..."

Putting his fingers under Zhu Min's nose and frowning, he said, "The breathing is very weak, come quickly!"

Soon, an old man in a white coat barged in from the door.

He grabbed the long and white beard under his chin with one hand, and carefully observed Zhu Min who was lying on the desk with his long and narrow eyes wide open.

Suddenly, his brows were tightly frowned, and the wrinkles on his old face shrunk into a ball. There was a trace of puzzlement in his voice: "The Patriarch doesn't seem to have any physical problems..."

Secretary Wang stepped forward and asked softly, "Old Yi, what do you mean by that? Would someone who is fine bleed so much?"

"No, Secretary Wang, you didn't understand what I meant."

The old man pondered for a moment, took out a few small pills from his pocket, stuffed them into Zhu Min's mouth, and said with a serious expression:

"I mean that there is nothing wrong with the Patriarch's body. He is neither injured nor sick. The Patriarch is still very healthy..."

Secretary Wang was at a loss after hearing these words.

What he heard at this moment seemed to be the strangest sentence he had ever heard in his life.

How did he become like this when he was not injured or sick?

On the 10th, without any words, he stood beside Zhu Min and began to treat the Patriarch who was not sick or injured.

After tossing for a long time, Zhu Min's complexion gradually improved.

"Patriarch, are you feeling better?" Secretary Wang asked softly.

Zhu Min squeezed out a smile and shook her head gently: "It's nothing serious, don't worry. Secretary Wang, Lao Yi. Don't spread the news about what happened today."

"Yes!"

The two responded in unison.

"Old Yi, what situation am I in now?"

"Patriarch, you are still in good health...but there seems to be something extra in your body..." No. 10 faltered and said vaguely.

He also wanted to explain clearly, but if he didn't cut open the Patriarch's body, he probably wouldn't be able to find out what that thing was.

As No. 10 in the Jingwei group, he, who has the most advanced medical skills in the world, still has a headache now.

The Patriarch's physical condition is really strange.

His eyes could completely see through the conditions of other patients, but the condition of the Patriarch's body seemed to be covered by a layer of black mist, and he could not see any clues at all.

"Uh...you can just say the key points, how long do I have?" Zhu Min asked with a sigh.

"This... I guess it won't affect your lifespan, right?" After saying this, No. 10 scratched his head shyly and looked at Zhu Min and Secretary Wang.

There was no warmth on their faces, and they just stared at him quietly.

No. 10 squeezed out a bitter smile and added: "If it's okay, the Patriarch should be fine..."

After saying this, No. 10 couldn't help scolding himself as a waste in his heart.

It's over? Isn't it? I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my job.

The last time the Patriarch was seriously ill, he was helpless, and this time it was not of much use...

Zhu Min waved his hand, looked at Secretary Wang and asked, "Where is Zhu Yu?"

"It has been more than two hours, and now people are waiting in the lobby."

"Call me up. Wait a minute and check my recent dining records to see if there is any problem." Zhu Min continued to order.

As the head of the Zhu family, every meal he eats is strictly checked by a special person.

After all, there are too many people who want Zhu Min to die, and there is a possibility that people will put medicine in the food they eat.

"Yes, I'll do it right now."

"Wait..."

When Secretary Wang was about to go out, Zhu Min crossed his fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said after a long silence, "Check the medicine that Xiao Mo gave me. I always feel a little strange..."