Ye Feng came to the CEO's private ward again. Zhan Hanjue was lying on the bed, with bloody whip wounds on his back, and he was dying.

Ye Feng knelt on the ground with one foot and called softly, "President."

Zhan Hanjue slowly opened his eyelids, and after seeing Ye Feng's face clearly with his distracted eyes, he suddenly raised his lips excitedly. He obviously worked very hard, but there was no sound.

He is too weak.

Ye Feng put his ear close to his mouth and heard his low and weak breathing.

"Zheng Ling's disappearance has nothing to do with the Zhan family. Ye Feng, lock the car and continue to trace its whereabouts. The identity of the car owner must not be simple."

I always feel that if he hadn't been soft-hearted and listened to Mr. Yan's advice, he would never have given up on Zheng Ling. And such a thing would not have happened to Zheng Ling.

——

Ye Feng said: "President, don't worry, I will find your wife for you. You can rest in peace and recover."

Zhan Hanjue's head was dizzy, and his only consciousness was concerned about Yan Zhengling, feeling unspeakably annoyed and regretful.

Compared with the solemnity outside, the atmosphere inside the villa seems relaxed and lively.

As soon as Yan Zhengling opened her eyes, she was shocked by the sight in front of her.

A mountain villa stands on the hillside of the Longquan Mountains south of the imperial capital. The villa is surrounded by a group of men wearing uniforms and military caps, with guns at their waists, guarding it.

Their faces were all solemn and solemn.

His voice is like the wind penetrating the valley. His clear and clear voice has a warm and cool temperature, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Zheng Ling looked at the man's charming face with a trace of doubt on his face. "Have we met somewhere?"

A very handsome man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a casual T-shirt, with a sunny and handsome face. He was standing next to her bed holding an infusion bag, looking at her intently.

Seeing her regaining consciousness, the man complained, "Your health is so bad. You slept for eight full days before you woke up. I have given you all the most expensive anti-inflammatory drugs in our family."

This man's facial features are as delicate as sculptures, his eyebrows are springy, and he looks like he is smiling but not smiling. He is indeed very handsome.

But compared to Zhan Hanjue, he is like a newborn puppy, without any aggression. A man without sharp fangs always lacks charm.

The man's handsome face immediately darkened, and he said displeasedly: "This way of teasing Chinese paper is too old-fashioned. I didn't expect you to be just a vase with nothing but appearances."

Yan Zhengling gave him a look of contempt: "I have no interest in good-looking men."

The man looked at Yan Zhengling, questioning her "indifference". "You want to tease me by playing hard to get, right?"

Yan Zhengling was speechless.

Unlike Zhan Hanjue, who has a sullen and paralyzed face, so she is known as the "walking ice sculpture". She exudes a fierce and murderous aura anytime and anywhere, giving her an endless sense of security.

She has lost interest in Zhan Jue now, let alone him?

She broke up with Zhan Hanjue, she ran out of the Calendar Garden and was hit by a car - the driver should be this handsome guy.

The man said aggrievedly: "It was obviously you who hit my car. You broke my car's headlights."

Give him a big eye roll directly.

"Did you hit me with your car?" She suddenly remembered what happened on the day of the accident.

Yan Zhengling looked at the man suspiciously, "You were in a car accident and injured someone. Instead of surrendering, you hid me at home. Aren't you afraid that if I die, my family will ask you to pay for your life?"

Thinking of Zhan Hanjue driving her away with such a decisive tone, Yan Zhengling's face suddenly turned gloomy.

How could he be as nervous about her as he was before?
Chapter completed!