The beautiful wife of the president

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up. It was a short message from the secretary, reminding him to attend the bidding meeting in half an hour. "?!He ignored it.

Unknowingly, a day passed, during which, Zhanyan woke up once, not so consciously, and soon fell asleep again.

In the evening, the phone rang again, this time it was Tang Feng calling.Seeing that Zhanyan was fast asleep, Ji Weiyang quietly went to the corridor to listen to the phone.

"What's the matter?" There was a little impatience in his tone.

"Still in the hospital?"

"Ah."

"Just to keep her from attending the bidding meeting? Your wife is really precious. This fever has burned hundreds of millions." Tang Feng's tone was mocking.

Ji Weiyang raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked flatly, "Which company won the bid?"

"Huanyu Group, that cousin of yours really has the ability to win the bid with the lowest price."

Ji Weiyang thought for a while, "Well, I see, let me deal with it when I go back."

"The contract is signed, what else can be changed? I said Ji Sanshao, this time I want to see how you turn things around."

"It depends on human effort." What Ji Weiyang wanted, he never failed to get.

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.He raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw the slender figure of a woman reflected on the glass window in front of him. Turning around, he saw Zhanyan standing behind him at some point.

"Who allowed you to get out of bed." His tone was a little aggressive, and he couldn't help but hug her back to the hospital bed. Although he had a cold face, when he covered her with the quilt, his movements were gentle.

Zhanyan looked at him sideways, "Go and do it if you have something to do, I'm fine."

"You don't need to worry about my affairs. Take care of yourself first. You said it's okay when the temperature reached 40°. Do you think you're made of iron?" Ji Weiyang stretched out his palm to cover Zhanyan's forehead. Fortunately, the heat finally subsided down.

Zhanyan looked indifferent, did not speak, but took his hand away from his forehead.The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a while.

"Yanyan, I, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday." After a while, Ji Weiyang's voice came to his ears leisurely.

Zhanyan still didn't respond, but her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a little mist flashed in her clear eyes.It was beyond her expectation that a man as proud as Ji Weiyang would bow his head and apologize. She couldn't help but think that he might care a little about her.

It's not like she couldn't see the haggardness in his eyes, but he did make her sad, Zhanyan's mind was in chaos, she closed her eyes as if to escape, and murmured, "I'm tired."

"Sleep." He said softly.Then, Zhanyan felt a warm and soft object pressed against the corner of her lips, rubbing against her lips.The faint smell of tobacco penetrated into his breath, Zhanyan knew that he was kissing her, he stuck his slippery tongue into his mouth, licked her teeth very seriously, and finally entangled her uvula.

Zhanyan closed her eyes tightly, resisting passively, clenched her hands hidden under the quilt, her nails were sunk into the tender flesh of her palm.He was just repeating the old tricks, every time there was a scar on his heart, he tried to comfort her with his body, but the result was that the hurt was hidden deeper and engraved more heavily on her heart.

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