Chapter 43

"Then President Zhan, I'll go get busy first." Xiong Miao stood up reluctantly, covering his heart with one hand and propping up the sofa with the other.

Bewildered by Zhan Yeling, his legs were so weak that his heart was about to jump out of his body uncontrollably.

Zhan Yeling stared at the back of the woman leaving, the upward curve of the beautiful lips deepened a bit.

Since she cared so much about what happened last night, he gave her a chance to ask her to ask him to apologize.

If she removes the request, he will naturally satisfy her.

Xiong Miao came out of the rich group, feeling like he was dying, dizzy, hot all over, palpitations and palpitations.

It's all because of that monstrous Zhan Yeling. He didn't know that he was handsome and his cold appearance could captivate the hearts of many girls. He even smiled at her. Did this insincerity make her flustered?

No, her heart was beating too fast, she felt hypoxic, and she saw people with double shadows.

It was dark before his eyes, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Zhan Yeling was standing in front of the French windows on the highest floor, looking downstairs, when he saw Xiong Miao's figure, he suddenly saw her collapsed.

His eyes flickered.

It was downstairs in a minute.

"Get out of the way!"

When the onlookers heard the majestic and harsh voice, they stepped back one after another.

Seeing that they are not allowed to enter, unattainable, noble and ruthless President Zhan, with a look of haste came over and hugged the woman who was lying on top of him.

At this time, Gu Yi drove the car over, and Zhan Yeling carried Xiong Miao into the car, and got into the car himself.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom left quickly.

Some melon-eating people who are not afraid of death took the scene of Zhan Yeling anxiously hugging Xiong Miao into the car just now, made a video, posted it on the Internet, and added the text: This is what you think is not feminine and likes men Zhan Zong.

When this video was posted on the Internet, it immediately aroused heated discussions and became a hot topic, and the network was paralyzed...

Zhan Yeling, who didn't know about it, carried Xiong Miao into the hospital.

"Mr. Zhan, you don't have to worry too much. The patient just has a bad cold and is fine." The doctor gave Xiong Miao an infusion and reported to Zhan Yeling.

At this moment, Zhan Yeling was standing by the hospital bed, frowning, looking at the woman on the bed.

Seeing that his face was still serious, the doctor thought he hadn't explained it clearly, and continued: "The patient probably got a bad cold because he was too tired and caught a cold, and his body was overdrawn."

"Just need to rest more, take good care of it and everything will be fine."

"How to take care of it?" Zhan Yeling suddenly raised his eyes.

The deep and majestic eyes made the doctor arch his back subconsciously, and replied cautiously: "During her coma, give her more water to drink, wipe her forehead and body with a warm towel, and cool down."

Wipe yourself?

Zhan Yeling felt extremely upset when he thought that this item might be done by others.

"Understood, you go to work."

The doctor hurried out of the ward.

Zhan Yeling sat by the bed, watching the little bit of night sink into the back of the woman's hand drop by drop.

"Water, ahem, water..." the woman who had been silent on the bed suddenly murmured.

There was pain in her voice.

Zhan Yeling brought a cup of warm water by the bed and brought it to her mouth.

Suddenly, she found that she was lying unconscious, and the water in the cup could not enter her mouth at all.

"Water, cough cough..." Xiong Miao's throat was hoarse due to thirst.

Listen to the obvious survival desire and pain in the woman's voice.

Zhan Yeling frowned, and was about to get up when the woman grabbed her hand: "Don't leave me, don't..."

She murmured in fear.