Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Jingjing sold Wei's enterprise and caused so much noise in the circle. How can he hide from too cold Youchen? He hasn't been offended, but he wants to see what medicine is sold in her gourd.

He put out the smoke, got up, went to the French window and looked at the clouds in the sky. After a while, he went to the floor hanger, picked up his suit coat, put it between his wrists and went straight out.

Where Leng Youchen's figure passed, it caused a sensation like an earthquake.

The staff of the president's office stared round at Leng Youchen's slender and powerful legs. It was like a ghost. They couldn't adapt. The president who used to walk in a wheelchair could walk upright one day.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, all with a silly face.

Leng Youchen beat his horse from the frightening eyes of everyone, and didn't want to explain anything for himself. After all, there was nothing to explain. He was in a wheelchair, but he didn't say he couldn't walk.

When Leng Youchen entered the elevator, someone exclaimed, "my God, what do I see?"

Another employee exclaimed, "it was the president just now. It was the president. He could stand up. I seem to know something. It's a big secret."

Then, the rest of the overtime staff in the president's office had a heated discussion, "am I right? Is that our president?"

"Who is the president? Aren't you talking nonsense? Oh, my cardiovascular. When did the President get up? Look at his walking posture. He's not slow at all. He's definitely not just recovered. "

"Yes, yes, the president is so handsome when he stands up."

"The president in a wheelchair is not handsome?"

"Of course, it's handsome. Now it's even more handsome. Looking at the slender back, it's almost fascinating." One of the female staff with back control said.

"No matter how handsome the president is, you don't have a chance. Wake up."

"I hate it. I can't imagine it without a chance."

It's almost nine o'clock now. In addition to the overtime work of the staff of the president's office, it's quiet inside Dior group. Leng Yanbai originally came up to get a document, but Leng Youchen came out with big steps.

He quickly flashed into the safe passage. When Leng Youchen entered the elevator, he came out of the dark and stared at the closed elevator door.

As expected, Leng Youchen's legs were all right. He clenched his teeth. He took it lightly and recalled the wolf to North City. Fortunately, he didn't lose his peace.

Leng Youchen walked out of the elevator and stared at the security guard on duty. The security guard stared at his legs and stammered: "general manager, President..."

The man nodded faintly, walked out of the building quickly, got on the car parked outside, "go to the hospital."

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the central hospital and Leng Youchen got off. The evening wind slowly blew his hair. He shook open his suit and put it on. Then he took his long legs and went to the hospital.

Outside the senior VIP ward, Leng Youchen pushed the door and entered.

The ward is very simple, with a bed, a sofa, several chairs and some medical equipment.

On the hospital bed lay a middle-aged man of about fifty. His body was full of pipes and various instruments were ringing. He paused at the door for a few seconds before he stepped in.

Stretching his foot over a chair and sitting down, he stared at the haggard middle-aged man on the bed. If it weren't for his wife, he wouldn't come here.

Since Gong Ting appeared, he wanted to find out his wife's life experience more and more. However, the British royal family and palace family are mysterious, and they have no way to start.