new wife of the president

Chapter 213

Fan Jiyang, who was called home by the serial call that killed him, just got out of the car and returned to the living room when he heard a miserable cry of pain.


"Master, the pain is like a broken bone, I think it's better to go to the hospital? Don't wait for the young master..."


"Uncle Wang, what's wrong with my dad?" Fan Jiyang turned pale when he heard that a bone was broken, and hurriedly interrupted.


"Ah, young master, you are finally back? The master accidentally fell, and at first he thought it would be better if he came back and applied some medicine, but it got worse and worse, and the pain became worse..."


"Then why didn't you go to the hospital earlier?" Fan Jiyang looked reproachfully at the old man who was obviously angry with him.I wonder how the older I get, the more I look like a child.


"It was because the master refused to go to the hospital, and I had no choice but to call the young master to come back."


"Then go and get ready, we'll go to the hospital right away." After Fan Jiyang finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the old man who was reclined on the sofa, but the old man pushed his hand away, "Don't worry about it, you're not on the phone Did you say that I was pretending to trick you to come back? Then you don’t care about my life, whether my bones are broken or I die from pain, it’s none of your business!"


"Old man, stop making trouble, okay?" Fan Jiyang frowned with a headache, glanced at the old man's left ankle wrapped in medical gauze, and stretched out his hand to see how serious it was, but just as he stretched out his hand, he was caught by the old man. Wang stopped.


"What's the matter, Uncle Wang?"


"Uh, master, the master's feet are swollen and painful, and he can't touch them at all. I think it's better to send him to the hospital. I'll carry the master on his back. Drink a glass of water to calm down first." Lao Wang said and handed the water over.


"I'm not thirsty." Fan Jiyang pushed away the water that Lao Wang handed over.


"Ah? Not thirsty?" Old Wang was stunned for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his old man winking at him anxiously. After thinking for a while, he said, "Master, you see that your lips are peeling and you still say you are not thirsty. You drink quickly, and you can handle things after drinking."


"Huh?" What does it mean to be able to do business after drinking?Fan Jiyang raised his eyebrows, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.


"Ah, what I mean is that I will send the master to the hospital after drinking." Old Wang hurriedly changed his explanation.


Although he felt that Uncle Wang's words were a bit strange, Fan Jiyang took the glass of water and drank it down in order not to delay sending the old man to the hospital.


At this time, the old man and the old man looked at each other, one showed a tricky smile, and the other was full of guilt.


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This is not what Wen Yan expected to see - she fainted out of nowhere and woke up to find herself in a dimly lit room.


But this is the truth.


Rubbing her eyes, she looked around carefully after her eyes got used to the light in the room.


The most conspicuous decoration in the room is the single bed under her. There is a TV set on the low table beside the bed. Next to it is a square marble table. On the table are drinks, bread and other dry food, and there is even a microwave oven next to it. .


A girl locked in a dark room without seeing the light of day, a room with a bed, food, and a TV... Why do these classic plots staged in idol TV dramas look so much like a kidnapping case? !


Kidnap?When this word flashed in her mind, Wen Yan couldn't connect these two words with the old Mr. Fan who always seemed to be smiling.


So what is going on with all this?


When I was thinking about it, there was a rattling sound outside the door.Wen Yan's heart tightened, she hurriedly lay down and pulled the quilt up over her head and continued to pretend to be unconscious.


"Master, if we do this, will the young master demolish the house when he comes out?" A voice sounded.


Wen Yan under the sheet was stunned, remembering that the owner of the voice was Lao Wang, the housekeeper and driver of the Fan family.


Since he is Lao Wang, the master he is talking about...isn't it Mr. Fan? !


"If he likes to demolish it, let him demolish it. Buy the house after demolishing it. Anyway, he is making money to support the family now." The old man snorted without pain.


Old Wang secretly sighed.In fact, what he was worried about was not that the young master would demolish the house, but that the two old bones, he and the master, would be smashed into thousands of pieces and then ground into meat paste to make human meat pork buns and feed them to dogs.


"Master~ I always feel that this is a bit inappropriate..."


"What's wrong?"


"I……"


"Oh, stop chirping if you can't say it."


"No, sir, it's..."


"Shut up! Hurry up and throw your young master in quickly. Remember to put twelve anti-theft locks on the outside after you come out." For the safety of his own life, he must take protective measures to ensure peace of mind.


"Yes, master." Old Wang opened the door, picked up Fan Jiyang, who was burning like a big stove, and walked in, muttering, "Master, I'm sorry, it was the master who threatened me that if I don't help him, he will kill me." The fact that I lived to be 50 and still a virgin was widely advertised, so I'm sorry I had to mess with my lord in this situation."


Throwing the young master onto the bed according to the old man's order, Lao Wang was so guilty that he didn't dare to stay in the room for a second, and immediately ran out without touching the ground, and then there were bursts of clacking and clattering sounds outside the door.After a long while, it finally stopped.


The room was silent.


Wen Yan kept her eyes wide open under the quilt, trying her best to connect the conversation between Lao Wang and Mr. Fan with the whole thing just now and figure out a complete clue.


Apparently, the two of them designed her together.That's why she passed out after drinking that cup of tea.


But why do they do this?Why did you design her and... the young master? !Isn't the young master that Lao Wang said is Uncle Fan's son?Mr. Fan designed her already baffled her, why did he even design her own son?

Wen Yan was puzzled by this unbelievable whole thing.


Wen Yan thought about it, pulled off the quilt unconsciously, and slowly turned her head to stare at the man with closed eyes beside her.Trembling hands reached his face as if bewitched.


"Don't touch me!" The cold voice suddenly raised.


(End of this chapter)