Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 585 She died, tortured to death by you
In the end, he was dragged to the emergency room by the big health officer. Seeing the weak woman on the bed who was holding onto the toilet and vomited, she rolled her eyes angrily. She really is this unlucky ghost.

Is it too late for him to leave now?
Meng Lan heard the sound of the door opening, looked up at him, and showed a pale smile, "I'm going to trouble you again, Doctor Wang." Her voice seemed hoarse from being soaked in wine, and after she finished speaking, she lay down on the bed so carefully. hospital bed.

Looking at her, Wang Ling couldn't bear it after all. He probably wouldn't live long if he didn't use the knife.

Cursing secretly in my heart, "Damn, I must kill Feng Mu a few more rounds when I play mahjong when I turn back", so I can only take off my suit jacket and my mobile phone, and pass it to the little nurse beside me.

He gave Menglan a general checkup, and seeing that her gastric hydrops were particularly serious, he frowned, and immediately ordered the nurse to prepare for the operation.

Wang Ling put on white gloves, and when he was about to get an anesthetic injection, he looked at Meng Lan's obediently lying down, and reminded her in a deep voice, "It will hurt for a while, bear with it."

"Yeah." Meng Lan closed her eyes calmly, but when the pale light shone on her face with a 'snap' sound, she felt a little panicked.

She could bear the pain, but waiting for this moment of dead silence made her really desperate!

After the operation, Meng Lan was pushed to the ward. Wang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked out of the operating room. He happened to see Feng Mu's call, and he answered it.

Before the other end could speak, he responded in a bad mood, "Dead, that woman was tortured to death by you, don't ask me!"

Feng Mu was silent for a while, his voice was low and cold, "Dr. Wang, you are becoming more and more unprofessional now."

"Why, you think her death is not miserable enough, and you plan to let me make up for it?" Wang Ling sneered sarcastically, "Do you know that her stomach problem has spread to the direction of cancer? You are so pressing, anyway, she will I don't care about fate, why don't you just go to the grove and kill me with a knife?

After the words fell, Wang Ling hung up the phone with a 'snap' before Feng Mu could respond.

In the Feng Group, Feng Mu who was still working in the office late at night, was holding the phone tightly in his palm, his handsome face turned pale and pale, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Towards the direction of cancer...

cancer……

When he heard this word, Feng Mu's stalwart back was soaked with sweat in an instant, and he stretched out his hand to hold his heart tightly, but he still couldn't hold back the aching heart.

He couldn't look directly at the word 'cancer' and was too familiar with it.

My father was plagued by cancer for the first half of his life, and eventually died tragically.

Menglan, Menglan, now you will also be troubled by cancer, does this count as...Feng Shui turns?

He should be happy, he should feel that his revenge has been avenged, but the muscles on his cheeks tried to stretch, but he couldn't laugh in the end, his mother...he couldn't laugh!
Holding the mobile phone, his fingertips were trembling in mid-air, betraying his struggling heart, and in the end, he pressed the letter key fiercely: "Help me find the most authoritative gastrology team abroad, and send out some private jets immediately , to the country overnight!"

Menglan can't die.

Yes, that's right.

She owed herself too much, two lives, how could she, she didn't deserve to die.

She has to live, and she will never escape the crime in this life!
It's just that after hanging up the phone, Feng Mu held the phone tightly between his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and his messy breathing revealed a trace of... panic.

dream club.

On the same night as the Menglan incident, He Hanchuan also took Xiang Wan to meet several designers in the box upstairs, but it seemed that Xiang Wan felt that it was inappropriate.

The fashion designers recommended to her by He Hanchuan are really well-known in the industry, but their past works have been influenced by the interests of the market, and the popular styles are not special, so they can be sold as sales, but if they really appear on the international show stage , could not win the championship.

Tonight, again nothing.

After the social gathering was over hastily, He Hanchuan took Xiang Wan home. In the elevator, Xiang Wan was a little tired from stepping on his high heels, so he leaned his head on He Hanchuan's shoulder and sighed.

"Tired?" He Hanchuan's eyes were soft, and he put his arms around her shoulders to make her lean more comfortably. "Don't put too much psychological pressure on me, just a show."

When the words fell, Xiang Wan looked up at him, prolonging the syllable, "You-don't-probably intervene-hands!" Her expression was very serious, "It's agreed, everything must be managed by my own ability. , you can't play tricks~"

"Okay, just listen to what my wife says." He Hanchuan patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, and agreed happily, but his eyes darkened secretly, and he sneered in private.

I'm afraid he doesn't need to do it himself. Du Hua, who was beaten up by him, didn't dare to make things difficult for Xiang Wan.

Ding--

The elevator door was pushed open, and in the living room, several bodyguards were seen suppressing Huang Mao and a few people passing by the living room, and were forcibly stuffed into the van at the door.

Xiang Wan was surprised, she didn't see Meng Lan in such a spectacular scene, she felt strange when she saw the scattered traffic from the moment she entered the door, when did the business of Meng Club become so bad?

Just in time to see Qingqing wiping her tears, Xiang Wan reached out to stop her, "What's going on? Where's your boss Meng?"

"Meng Boss, she was made things difficult by some rich boys just now. She drank a lot of wine and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. I feel like she is going to die." Qingqing pulled her sleeve tightly and pleaded cautiously, "Mr. He, Mrs. He, I know you must be close to Mr. Feng, please help him intercede and let him let Boss Meng go..."

"How could this be!" After hearing the general idea, Xiang Wan's eyes overflowed with anger, and he looked at He Hanchuan who was on the side.

With just one look, He Hanchuan took out his mobile phone and called Feng Mu. He Hanchuan hung up after he got through to understand the situation.

"Meng Lan is just sick and hospitalized, so she's fine." He hugged Xiang Wan tightly, looked at the empty hall with hawk-like eyes, and reminded her softly, "But if you want to draw Meng Lan to the company as a designer , this is a good opportunity."

Xiang Wan was a little dazed at first, but when she raised her head to look at him, she suddenly understood something, and a pleasant smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

That's right.

This is a great opportunity!

The next day, Xiang Wan asked his assistant to prepare a basket of flowers and fruit. After asking the company for leave in the morning, he took his things to the hospital.

In the ward, Meng Lan just woke up from the anesthesia for the operation, leaning against the head of the bed weakly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

knock knock!

At this time, the door was knocked, and she moved her head, "Come in."

Xiang Wan pushed the door open, and when he saw Meng Lan on the hospital bed, the smile on his face froze.

(End of this chapter)