Confused country poison concubine

Chapter 913 Black Widow (3)
The surging air blew his long silver hair flying.

In the dim glow of light and darkness, he turned his face slightly, looking down at the huge abyss and the altar under his throne, as if the Night King was inspecting his territory.

Until his gaze rests on her face.

He looked at her quietly with his eerie eyes as dark as a boundless night.

She suddenly had an illusion, as if the man could really see herself.

She looked at him, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips, as if greeting him: "Your Highness, let me introduce myself, I am your future 'husband'."

The moment I met his gaze, this time being framed, seemed to have turned into an adventure, a fulfillment.

It seemed that he had gone through so many dangers just to travel through ten years to meet him as a young man.

Take a look at the young God of Night Slaughter.

Take a look at his sorrow, joy and loneliness, cruelty and tenderness.

Shuangbai looked at Qiuyebai who was waving at the phantom, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

That's good.

Their king probably never thought that after so many years, he would meet the Moonlight Tree that illuminated his life here.

"Have you figured it out?" The man's cold and indifferent voice sounded behind her.

The wind from the high-rise building was a bit harsh, blowing his meticulous blond hair into a mess, but it softened his beautiful and three-dimensional but sharp facial features.

This is a purebred Aryan.

Ye Bai's gaze moved from his straight and delicate nose to the slender cigarette between his fingers, he took it over, and lit it himself: "Well, I'm really sorry, the operation probably won't work, Heydrich, let you It's a waste of time."

It's just that she is not used to the choking smell of cigarettes, so she couldn't help lowering her head and coughing: "Ahem...God will forgive me for breaking my promise."

The deep green eyes behind the man's rimless glasses are like two pieces of permafrost lakes, beautiful but cold, he gracefully smoked another cigarette and lit it, and said indifferently: "People who are dying of heart still smoke, God will not accept suicide fool."

Ye Bai managed to stop his coughing, and took a sip of the warm water in the thermos to relieve his chest tightness and shortness of breath. Then he looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a snow-white doctor's gown all summer long, with his shirt buttoned up to the top, and felt a little helpless. He smiled quietly: "You have no sympathy for dying people, you really don't look like a surgeon, Heydrich."

"You don't look like a normal patient either." He slowly exhaled the smoke, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Bai.

"What do I look like to you?" Ye Bai looked at him and smiled.

This doctor, who was born in a former German aristocrat, speaks Chinese so well that he doesn't look like a German at all.

Heydrich is an internationally authoritative heart surgery expert. It is rare for her to come to the mainland. She does not have such a big face to invite him.

It’s just that he once owed his mother a favor, and he promised to take time to help her perform a transplant operation in the United States, but this time he came on a business trip to help her check her body, but she could only ask him to help keep her decision to give up the operation a secret from her mother .

Although my mother is delirious now, if one day her mother becomes sober, she needs someone to help her complete this lie.

"Like what?" He suddenly stretched out his hand wearing black lambskin gloves to pick her chin.

Heydrich raised the corners of his lips slightly, his emerald-like eyes were cold and mocking: "The silent and fragile little lamb suddenly put on the black widow's skin and thought he was a black leopard. Do you want to hunt?"

Ye Bai was stunned for a moment, looking at his green eyes that seemed to know everything, he suffocated his breath: "You..."

"I'm not interested in the patient's affairs. Going to hell or going to heaven has nothing to do with me. If you want my help, you have to pay a price." Heydrich stared at the girl in front of him with cold eyes, the hand that was originally resting on her chin Suddenly it slipped down her chin.

Ye Bai froze for a moment, his face turning red and then pale: "Heydrich, you..."

He wouldn't want that kind of price...

"The heart murmur is serious, and the beating power is extremely poor. This fragile heart can't even withstand a single anger and fright. You are so weak that you are of no value to me." Heydrich withdrew his hand and said indifferently about his life as a doctor. judge.

After all, he turned and left without mercy.

Ye Bai was dumbfounded, what does he mean by this?
Not going to help her at all?
She couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and was about to reach out to grab him: "Wait a minute, Heydrich, Mom, she..."

But the man's movements were faster than hers. He only turned his body slightly and didn't let her touch him at all. He looked at her and smiled: "First, what I owe your mother is not yours, and you gave up the operation, so I don't owe you anything anymore; and second, never touch me without my consent, ladies."

He said these two sentences in standard German, with a slow and elegant tone like that of an eighteenth-century nobleman, but it only made people feel a bone-chilling chill, just like his cold and creepy smile.

Ye Bai had studied German at home for a period of time, so he could understand some of it naturally.

No one likes to be rejected, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth: "You damn bastard!"

"I'm glad we reached a consensus, lady." He nodded, put his hands in the pockets of his white robe, and turned to leave.

Looking at his back, Ye Bai felt inexplicably frustrated, and finally, when he was about to disappear, he gritted his teeth and said, "Everything, including the heart, will be returned to you, except for my mother's living expenses and medical funds. You can own everything from the Ye family, I know you need some safe shell companies to launder money with the Russians!"

She knew this doctor from some channels, but it was not that simple, maybe he was an international human organ smuggler.

Her heart, which was successfully matched, was bought from him by her mother at a great price.

The man stopped walking away, turned his head to look at Ye Bai, narrowed his cold green eyes: "You know a lot."

The coldness in his eyes makes people shudder, and the icy lake in those eyes can almost freeze people.

She immediately realized that she had said something wrong, but then she covered her chest, looked at him with a pale face and smiled: "Doctor, you know that I don't care about life or death, as long as you agree to my request."

Heydrich looked at her, and saw her looking at him resolutely, without evading at all.

After a while, he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and suddenly smiled: "You'd better not lie to me, lady, or your lovely mother will go to heaven to accompany you soon."

Then, he took out a medicine bag from his pocket and threw it to her: "This is what you asked for before."

Ye Bai immediately reached out and grabbed the medicine bag, looked at the spray inside, turned his face to look at the stairs, but found that the white figure had disappeared.

She clenched the medicine bag in her hand and muttered to herself, "Is this a deal with the devil?"

(End of this chapter)