My ceo wife

Driving to the first hospital, Chen Mengdie is not here today. Shen Lang holds Murong Yi in his arms, queuing up, registering and squeezing the ward. I worked hard for more than an hour. Murong Gacai quietly lying in bed hanging glucose.

The doctor repeatedly reprimanded Shen Lang. How does this boy friend become? No matter how poor the family is, they have to eat. How poor the nutrition of your girl friend should be. Hypoglycemia to syncope.

Shen Lang bowed and finally waited on the doctor. Sit on the bed.

"Sister Hua. The Murong aristocratic family is so dragging that they don't even have a private hospital. " Shen Lang complained.

Murong Yi is dangling. There is a trace of cunning on the lips.

After a minute's silence, Shen Lang said in dismay, "don't you really have a private hospital?"

Murong Yi shrugged and said, "you didn't ask me. It's you who have to look for trouble. "

"That's good. I'm not looking for trouble. I'll go ahead. Lie down by yourself. Ha ha. "

Shen Lang turned on the ward TV for her. He turned and walked out of the ward.

As soon as Shen Lang left, a pillow came from behind. Murongyi was angry and angry, but he couldn't get up. Open mouth scolds a way: "bastard! How dare you fool me? I can't say. It's you who have to look for trouble... "

Not long after that, the complaints in the ward continued. Shen Lang came back with big and small bags.

"I don't eat what you buy."

"Hey, there's a limit to self indulgence. Did I say it was for you? "

"Hum, don't eat next to me. It looks disgusting."

"Ah, I'm afraid I can't stand it. Let's eat with me."

Another pillow flew over.

Shen Lang grabs the pillow lightly, helps Murong to sit up from the bed and cushions her on the back. Murong does not want to make a gesture symbolically, but not reluctantly.

"You can choose to let me feed you, or you can choose to let me force you to eat, choose it, but sister Hua is a face person, should not be obsessive-compulsive."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"As I said, you can choose the latter. I'm the most reasonable person."

With that, Shen Lang took a cup of hot soybean milk, put a straw on Murong's lips.

In face, murongga didn't want to drink, but he was afraid of the heavy waves. Moreover, he was really thirsty and took a big breath, hot and sweet, with the fragrance of bean products.

"What kind of drink is this?" Murong Yi looked at the soymilk and said.

"Coca Cola, the new brand this year."

Murong Gu snorted, knowing that he was making fun of himself. After reading the label, he realized that it was soybean milk, but not a famous brand, and frowned.

"Drink, drink not to die."

Murongyi didn't deliberately choose a brand. This kind of president doesn't need a famous brand to set up, but the brand drinks have quality assurance.

Shen Lang broke off the hot bean paste bag and fed it to her. These things were also very novel to Murong Yi.

"Every day, a cup of soybean milk can supplement calcium, steamed bread or bean paste can supplement sugar, get up early to eat a piece of sugar, and if I see you drinking coffee endlessly again, I'll blow up your coffee oven. The fine traditions and dietary structure of the Chinese people have been destroyed here... "

Murong Yi's face was feverish and angry. She never knew that Shen Lang was a man, and she was more annoyed than a woman.

"Hum, you don't look like a bodyguard, but like a nanny."

"Nanny? What do you call that? We are Baogong. "

During the conversation, Murong Yi ate two bean sandbags unconsciously. It's strange that once he was full, his mood would not be irritable.

Murong Yi didn't mind Shen Lang smoking in the hospital bed. He watched him puff in the air and thought about Shen Lang again.

"Shen Lang, are you doing so many things in Jiangling for money?"

"I said, don't you believe it? You can't get up early without profit." The waves are direct, too.

"Well, it's true. How much money do you want to make, ten million, one hundred million, one billion or ten billion?"

Shen Lang knows that even if he can earn 10 billion yuan, he still can't get into the eyes of Murong family.

Shen Lang said with a smile: "10 billion is a rich man, but in your creed, 10 billion is just a threshold. It will take generations to become a noble family, right?"

Who knows, this time Murong Yi shook his head and said: "I think, without any family background, if one person's hard work can achieve a net asset of 10 billion, he is already a noble."

"Ha ha, I love to hear that. The reason why there are almost no aristocrats in China is that the so-called rich people can't be more than three generations. How many generations of hard work do you need to maintain a family like your family, which can be inherited for more than 200 years, including you? "

"Because of the lack of family cultural belief and family inheritance."

Although Shen Lang didn't like the Murong family, he had to admit it. Poor Bangzi likes to call the king and Marquis Xiangning. In fact, he really has seed.Even the second generation of angel knows how to manage his own social relations, not to mention his family of more than 200 years.

Shen Lang suddenly thought of fraternity. Strange way and fraternity always feel a sense of pressure together. It turns out that this kind of feeling is born. Fraternity is the daughter of Murong Xueer, but she grew up in the country of Bowei. It is the blood of their Murong family that flows in her blood.

In reality, beautiful women are rare. Even movie stars are ugly after removing their make-up, but these women in Murong's family, starting from mufeiyan, are more beautiful and more talented. This is not a coincidence. When aristocrats choose their spouses for marriage, they should match each other in terms of appearance, conduct and personal quality. A beautiful woman and a handsome man have a small chance of giving birth to a child who is not beautiful.

Shen Lang came to the window with a cigarette in his mouth and looked down at the street view downstairs, precipitating his mood for a long time.

"Don't marry Abe."

"Shen Lang, your moves are too bad. I know that you are in close contact with Wangyue Shuiyue. If you refuse AnBen xiangtian, you are pushing the Wangyue clan to our family. It's also a cooperation with Jiangling Suzuki. Of course, I will choose the AnBen people with better prospects and better conditions... "

Without waiting for Murong to finish, Shen Lang interrupted her: "this has nothing to do with business. I remind you, it's purely from the standpoint of friends."

Murongyi, like a cat, huddled in the quilt to see the waves by the window. Tonight, the man's back made her curious again.

When Murong Yi hears Shen Lang's words to prevent this marriage with AnBen, she will feel a little disappointed. She feels that Shen Lang is making use of herself in everything she does tonight. But suddenly after hearing Shen Lang's friend's stand, I felt much better.

"It seems that your opinion is purely a personal disagreement with Japanese men, isn't it?"

"Whatever you say, don't come to the end, the Murong aristocratic family headed by you will be used, and you will have to pay for your whole life."

Shen Lang came to the bedside, peeled an orange for her, and slowly said: "sister Hua, there is no feast that will never end. In order to save the family's decline, he sacrificed himself and did those fearless struggles. What's the difference with idiots."

"How do I feel that you are jealous of my fiance?"

This sentence hurt Shen Lang and sneered: "I never envy the dead."

"Ha ha, have you changed your mind when you are short of reason?"

"Whatever you say, when you get well, I'll show you your fiance, an benxiangtian. No, no, it's Japanese men who play. Hearing is false, seeing is true. If you think you can stand it, you'll think what I say today is farting. "

Murong, full of iniquities, pretended to sleep. The man in the eyeliner was neither handsome nor handsome, nor a devil who was so full of evil. He was just a seemingly ordinary man. Indeed, a real person was printed in his heart, and he felt the real world with him.

"I don't want to marry Abe. Hehe, it's the wisest choice to marry you." Murong Yi said suddenly.

"Oh?"

Shen Lang turned back and said with a smile, "it seems that there is a lot of pressure to be your son-in-law. Besides, I have to be two sons in law."

Then Shen Lang stretched out two fingers and shook them in front of her eyes.

Murong Yi intended to taunt him. After hearing this, he knew that he was referring to his aunt Mu Feiyan. He bit his teeth and poured half a cup of soybean milk on him.

"Ouch! I'm joking. Are you a tiger? How dare you water it. "

Shen Lang complains, takes off his short sleeve shirt, goes to the bathroom to wash two, and hangs them under the air conditioner to dry.

Murong Yi glanced at his upper body, gritted his teeth and scolded: "abnormal."

Shen Lang laughed, rubbed his palm and said, "sister Hua, I've been busy all night. Can I get warm in the quilt?"

"Good."

Shen Lang didn't expect her to say that. Although she didn't have any evil thoughts for the time being, it's hard to get into the quilt.

"Take a bath. It smells like soy milk. Don't dirty my bed." Murong Yi tilted his head and retracted into the quilt.

Shen Lang felt his chest sticky, so he took a shower.

Ten minutes later, when Shen Lang came out wrapped in a bath towel, there was no Murong in the ward, the bed quilt was lifted, and even the hanging glucose was gone.

"I'll go!"

Shen Lang realized that he had fallen into the trap. Not only Murong's things were gone, but also his clothes were taken away. He only had this bath towel on his body, which covered the front and exposed his buttocks.

Shen Lang is angry and laughing. I can't imagine that murongyi, such a cold and boring woman, can play such a trick. When she lies on the windowsill, murongyi has already gone downstairs, holding her clothes in one hand and a glucose bottle in the other.

Shen Lang chased after him without saying a word. As soon as he got to the parking lot, the Volvo car opposite murongyi had already started to drive.

"Stop, stop, stop!" The waves waved.

The car buzzed, whistling past the waves, and almost wiped away his shame towel.

"Good! If you dare to play with me, don't stop The waves yelled at the back of the car, but anyway, the car was gone.At this time, it's more than midnight. It's too far to walk back. There's no money to take a taxi, and there's no mobile phone to call people. Occasionally, pedestrians are looking at this man without clothes with strange eyes.