The male protagonist has no heir? Hurry up and get dressed, the pregnant beauty is here to fuck you

Secretary Zhen subconsciously glanced at her boss, and seeing no sign of refusal, she took the bottle of medicine with a smile.

A porcelain bottle that is only two fingers wide probably can't hold much medicine.

Besides, didn't he say that medicine can be given to anyone casually? If someone is petty, he might think that someone is cursing him!

After hearing the girl say in a serious tone that this was a life-saving medicine for serious injuries, Secretary Zhen pursed his lips tightly, fearing that he would accidentally burst out laughing.

That would be very ungentlemanly.

Could it be that this girl has been a star and filmed too many movies, so she thinks that any medicine put into a porcelain bottle is the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill?

“Let’s go.” Yun Che urged with a clear voice, his face looking even colder due to his impatience.

Secretary Zhen's expression froze. He casually stuffed the porcelain bottle into his suit pocket, nodded at Qu Xinyue, and then left with his boss escorted by serious bodyguards.

Qu Xinyue followed them out of the bar and watched several sleek, sharp, noble and majestic Rolls-Royces driving into the night.

The vehicle was on the viaduct, and the scattered neon lights occasionally flashed across the car window. The only sound in the car was the friction of papers as Yun Che flipped through the documents.

After a while, Yun Che spoke.

"Ask if you want. You've been waiting for me for fifteen minutes."

Saying this did not affect his review of the documents.

Secretary Zhen carefully looked at her boss, and tried hard to figure out whether her boss was speaking sarcastically from his handsome face.

Three seconds later, Secretary Zhen confirmed that the boss's black and white eyes were calm and peaceful.

Obviously, he really wasn't in the mood to set a trap for him.

As a result, Secretary Zhen's gossip gene became wildly active.

He had always wanted to ask this question since he met Qu Xinyue in the bar, but he suppressed it because of concerns.

"Sir, why did you help that female star tonight?"

After all, with the boss's personality, as long as there is a female within a distance of more than one meter around him, the boss will try his best to blow out cold air.

Therefore, the boss was once considered a jerk.

Yun Che finally raised his head from the documents and looked at Secretary Zhen, who had a gossipy look on his face.

"Are you free?" The voice was cold.

Secretary Zhen shuddered and explained awkwardly, "Isn't this what you asked me to ask, boss?"

Yun Che looked at the document again and said indifferently, “It’s just something that comes handy.”

Secretary Zhen almost rolled his eyes to show his inner reflection at the moment, but he didn't dare to, because this was his boss, his bread and butter, the person who paid him and decided his wealth.

After giving himself some psychological hints, Secretary Zhen once again displayed the serious look that only professional qualities could bring.

"Boss, next time I see Miss Qu, should I say hello?"

This question can help him understand his boss's feelings towards Miss Qu, so that he can decide on the attitude he should show when he meets Miss Qu again next time.

Yun Che paused as he flipped through the documents. “No need. Just treat them as strangers.”

Secretary Zhen was surprised, after all, this was the first time the boss had protected a woman.

I thought the boss treated Miss Qu differently.

But it turns out that he is still as indifferent...

Yun Che raised his eyelids slightly, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Besides, her knowing us may not be a good thing."

Before he finished speaking, the driver's expression became serious, he turned the steering wheel quickly and spoke in a deep voice.

"Boss, there's a killer."

Silencer bullets kept hitting the car body, leaving scratches.

Secretary Zhen's expression became nervous and he realized what his boss meant. Considering the assassinations in the past few days, knowing them and being close to them was really not a good thing.

But these killers are really brave, coming in wave after wave. Even after they have entered the country, they still follow like hyenas when they smell blood.

But it makes sense. The boss was inexplicably in a coma for three years, and during these three years, the consortium was divided up and the right to speak was lost.

Until recently, the boss suddenly woke up and eliminated the parasites in the consortium with thundering means, and regained control of the consortium.

How could those people be willing to accept this?

If it wasn't for the fact that his wife's death anniversary was approaching and the Tong family wanted to short Xingying, the boss would not let those people abroad go and would have hurried back.

Who knew those people were so bold and couldn't wait to keep the boss in the country forever.

"Hold on tight." The driver suddenly shouted, turned the steering wheel fully, and the tires under the car made a harsh friction sound as they drifted.

Secretary Zhen's pupils widened instantly, and he saw a heavy truck speeding towards him from the side.

"boom--"

The Rolls-Royce rolled violently and fell from the viaduct.

The world was spinning, and the car hit the rocks sideways.

Everyone in the car groaned.

After a while, Secretary Zhen touched his forehead, which was wet and sticky.

He was sure it was blood.

And my chest hurt a little. I touched it and it was OK. My ribs were not broken, but they must have been cracked.

"Sir! Sir?"

In panic, Secretary Zhen reached for his cell phone, and as the screen lit up, his vision suddenly became clear.

The car was severely deformed, and the driver and bodyguard had already passed out from shock with blood all over their faces.

Look at the boss again.

My heart skipped a beat.

The boss's left elbow was twisted at an angle and it was obviously broken.

The boss's face turned pale as blood seeped out of half his arm. If he continued to bleed, he might...

“Everything else is fine. Find a way to open the car door to prevent the fuel tank from exploding.” After Yun Che regained consciousness, he gave the order very calmly, instantly suppressing Secretary Zhen’s panic.

But when he was fixing Yun Che's left hand, he couldn't help but feel his heart sinking as he touched Yun Che's skin which had become extremely cold due to excessive blood loss!

Suddenly, he thought of the medicine in his pocket, hesitated for a moment, took it out, and took one for himself first.

I want to make sure I'm not dead first, then decide whether to feed one to my husband.

Now we can only try our best. After all, no one can guarantee whether there are any backup plans arranged by those crazy people nearby.

As the dark brown pill enters the mouth, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine rushes straight into the nose.

Secretary Zhen instantly felt refreshed.

At first, he just thought that the smell of this three-no product was too pungent, which made him excited.

But gradually Secretary Zhen felt something was wrong.

My chest, which used to hurt so much that I couldn't breathe whenever I took a deep breath, now I can breathe easily, even my forehead, which used to bleed profusely.

The bleeding stopped without me noticing.

Yun Che saw how the bleeding stopped more intuitively than Secretary Zhen.

It was like a faucet that was constantly flowing with water, and suddenly someone turned off the valve.

Speed ​​visible to the naked eye.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, interesting.

Considering that he controls the entire consortium, what good things does he not have in his hands?

But this is the first time I have seen a medicine that works so quickly.

For people like them who are frequently assassinated, this medicine is no less than a few more lives.

Secretary Zhen was also very excited. He poured another pill from the medicine bottle and fed it to Yun Che.

Looking inside the bottle again, there were only three pills left. After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly stuffed a pill into the driver's bodyguard's mouth under the gaze of his boss.