his allure

Chapter 398

She tried her best to maintain a calm face, and said word by word: "Mr. Yan, I don't care what your reason for approaching me is, now, I ask you to leave."

Yan Che smiled when he heard the words, and sighed: "Gently, I just want to take you back."

When he said this, he stood up slowly: "I want to spend the last time of my life with you."

Zheng Weiqing felt that she couldn't understand every word said by the person in front of her.

Or, he himself is a lunatic.

She ignored him, but said coldly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to. Also, the president of the Zheng Group. I can't let you continue to be the president. During this time, you can submit your resignation letter yourself. "

The smile in Yan Che's eyes became more intense, he tilted his head slightly, and asked pretending to be puzzled, "Why?"

"I don't know." Zheng gently closed his eyes, ignoring the fear in his heart: "Because, I hate you."

Yan Che nodded, and the next moment, he laughed like a madman.

He said: "You should hate me, sister, go on hating me."

Zheng lightly held the doorknob's hand and tightened it slightly. The next moment, she left without looking back.

His heartbeat was unbelievably fast, and he was on the verge of collapse all the time.

Zheng gently took a deep breath, and after recovering, she realized that she had lost the document in the reception room.

There was some annoyance in her eyes, she hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and walked back.

In the reception room, Yan Che curled up in a corner, his face pale.

Far away from him, a bottle of medicine rolled down.

Zheng Weiwei was frightened by his terrifying appearance, standing there, his feet seemed to have taken root.

The next moment, she walked quickly to the reception room and picked up the medicine bottle.

She didn't know the dosage, so she poured four or five pills on her hand.

She walked towards him, not daring to get too close: "So much, is it enough?"

Yan Che's eyes fell on her palm, and he nodded silently with a pale face.

Zheng gently fed him the medicine, waited until his complexion calmed down, and then handed him the water.

Yan Che's blue eyes shimmered a little: "Gently, you saved me again."

Zheng Weiwei ignored the word "again" in his words, and didn't think deeply about it.

She wanted to leave, but she didn't dare to leave such a dying person in the reception room, so she could only stay with him.

"Do you know what kind of pills this is?" Yan Che didn't care about her silence at all, and said in a calm voice, "These pills, as long as they are small, are worth a thousand gold. My life is maintained by these medicines. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Qingqing with dark eyes, with a little depth: "I'm so happy that you are so healthy."

Zheng pursed her lips lightly, and waited until the unknown disgust and fear in her heart had weakened a lot before she could talk to him calmly: "Are you sick?"

"Yeah, I'm sick," he said here, and for some reason, there was expectation in his tone: "I'm going to die soon. Gentleman, I originally wanted you to accompany me to die, but now, I I feel a little bit reluctant again. You are living such a good life, why do you want to die?"

When he said this, he pointed to her chest with his fingers, and looked at her with innocent eyes: "Gentle, you should live, I'll be fine if I die alone."

Zheng Qingqing really didn't know what he was talking about, every sentence was so obscure.

(End of this chapter)