Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

The focus of the exhibition banquet is not on the encounter game company. Because of Zhuang Mingyue, the exhibition banquet suddenly arrived, and the entire company felt like it was facing a formidable enemy.

Zhanyan personally investigated the matter, and the implications of the incident had begun to become serious.

After Qi Cheng communicated with Kevin, the current head of Encounter Game Company, he immediately found an employee from Zhuang Mingyue's design department.

Qi Cheng added: "The public relations department has already withdrawn the news about the eldest lady's plagiarism."

"President?" Qi Cheng looked at the person who had already taken the phone and left the seat, wondering what happened.

Since they came to France, most of their time has been wasted on Zhuang Mingyue. Now they have to take action on even a small matter. The original plan has been completely disrupted because of her.

Zhanyan answered the call from the hotel and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, "What's the matter? Tell me!"

The hotel manager said hesitantly, "Mr. Zhan, Miss Zhuang hasn't eaten yet. When the hotel staff went to the room worried about Miss Zhuang's condition, she had already passed out in the cloakroom."

Zhan Yan suddenly exuded a cold aura, "How is she doing now?"

The hotel manager said: "Ms. Zhuang has woken up, but...she still refuses to eat."

Zhanyan hung up the phone and turned sideways, with a layer of frost forming between his brows and eyes. "We will find out the matter within today and I will go back to the hotel."

Qi Cheng said quickly: "But there is an important banquet at one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Push it off."

Only two words of "Zhanyan" were left, and the people had already walked out, leaving Qi Cheng alone to clean up Zhuang Mingyue's mess.

Hotel Sofair

Zhuang Mingyue lay weakly on the bed. The private doctor examined her body again and asked some questions, "Miss, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Or have you ever gone to the hospital for a physical examination? If I have not diagnosed Wrong, you are in bad shape now."

As he spoke, he took out a business card from his pocket and said, "If you believe me, miss, you can come to this hospital and see me. I can do a detailed examination for you."

Zhuang Mingyue turned away her eyes coldly, not looking at him, and said in a very calm tone: "I know whether my health is good or not, but it was just a fainting caused by low blood sugar. You are making a fuss out of a molehill."

After making the call, the hotel manager walked into the room and said, "Miss Zhuang, we have called Mr. Zhan and he will be here soon."

Zhuang Mingyue sat up with her hands on the bed, "Who told him to call him!"

"Get out! Get out, all of you!"

Zhuang Mingyue picked up the pillow and threw it at them, "Get out of here, don't come in again."

Zhuang Mingyue was like a mentally ill patient who had been stimulated at the moment, and everyone was frightened by her actions, fearing that something would happen to her.

The hotel manager gave everyone in the room a look, and they all left the room.

Zhuang Mingyue's lack of cooperation made it extremely difficult to give her glucose. The patient's illness was also closely related to her mood. Instead of force-feeding her medicine, it was better to adjust her mood.

External injuries can be cured, but there is no cure for the wounds in the heart.

Zhuang Mingyue lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She even forgot to put on her shoes. She was in a daze and didn't know what she was afraid of. She forced her weak body to lock the door and leaned her back against the door. I was deeply afraid that someone would come in.

Emotionally stimulated, Zhuang Mingyue's head began to hurt violently again. The pain was like thousands of ants gnawing at her brain. She bent over and grabbed her hair, and her eyes were filled with blood and started to turn red. , with long messy hair, making her look like a female ghost.

In the end, the pain was unbearable, and Zhuang Mingyue hit her head with her fist.

What the doctor said suddenly echoed in my mind.

"Miss Zhuang Mingyue, a tumor was found on your head. It seems to be benign so far. We suggest you take medicine for a period of time to see if the tumor can dissipate, and then come to the hospital for a review in three months. , if the tumor gradually becomes larger, surgery can only be recommended. With the current medical level, if treated as early as possible, the success of surgery is still very high."

Today actually happens to be the third month, and Zhuang Mingyue should also go for a review. But a few days ago, when Zhan Yan found her, Zhuang Mingyue had already gotten the answer from her attending doctor.

Her brain tumor has begun to slowly worsen, and the cancer cells are more serious than she thought.

Look...she still can't escape the fate of her previous life.

What is the purpose of resurrecting your life?

In the end, she still couldn't escape Zhan Yan's control. If this was the case, then what was the point of her living!

Feeling the heat in her nasal cavity, Zhuang Mingyue took the medicine, swallowed a few pills immediately, stumbled, held on to the wall, and ran to the bathroom...

When Zhan Yan arrived, Zhuang Mingyue was cleaning up the blood stains on the ground.

"I'll count to three and open the door."

"Otherwise, you will do so at your own peril."

"Zhuang Mingyue, open the door!"

Zhuang Mingyue rarely heard Zhan Yan so angry. When he lost his sense of control, even if he was usually angry, he would never yell at her at the door, which was degrading.

Because of his status, he is not allowed to do this.

She stared at the door quietly for a few seconds, and before he broke the door open, she walked over and opened it.

With his temper, if she didn't open the door, Zhan Yan might just kick the door open.

There is no way to hide, and there is not much time, so it is better to accept it calmly and let yourself feel better.

Outside the door was Zhan Yan's cold face, extremely cold. He strode into the door and closed the door forcefully with his backhand. Seeing her sick look, it didn't look like she was just pretending.

He strode closer with a sharp breath, as if he wanted to eat Zhuang Mingyue alive, "Threaten with a hunger strike? Do you think you can threaten me?"

The current exhibition feast really looks like a mad dog that has lost its mind.

Zhuang Mingyue looked at him but no longer had the fear in the past. Instead, her eyes were like a deep pool that would never ripple again. There was no aura at all, and there was no emotion on her delicate and beautiful face. She lowered her eyes and crows. The feather-like long eyelashes trembled.

While enduring his anger, Zhuang Mingyue said softly, "... Zhanyan, I want to go home."

She wanted to go back and pay homage to her mother's grave, but maybe she wouldn't have the chance again.

For so many years abroad, she has traveled to such places, including the aurora in the north, penguins in the south, surviving wind and snow, crossing the ocean, and admiring countless scenery and ruins. She...has no regrets.

"We'll leave tomorrow, okay?"

Zhuang Mingyue rarely spoke to him in such a tone.

It's just that now, she has nothing to think about.