Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 83 She will be fine

No matter how many doubts Gu Zuo had in his mind, he would immediately choose to obey when he heard Song Zehan's order in such a tone.

After carefully drawing Ruan Shiyan's blood, he immediately drove to test it.

With a cold face, Song Ze walked into the villa with Ruan Shiyan in his arms, and went straight to the master bedroom.

As soon as he put Ruan Shiyan under the quilt, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

It's Fu Dickson.

"Say."

"Master Han, the person has been transferred and controlled, and a contract was found on the spot, the general content is that you unconditionally transfer half of the shares in your hand to him, and also inject [-] million in capital to help him start a new company. "

"Heh." The corners of Song Zehan's lips curled up slightly, with a mocking arc, "Since you have such a big appetite, you should take care of it."

"Yes!" Fu Disheng coldly glanced at the man who was tied up, and continued to report: "He will not let go of matters related to reagents, but I have already contacted those who have researched on pharmaceuticals on the black market, which makes it difficult for him People will divide the rest into several parts and send them over."

"Send one to Gu Zuo."

"Yes!"

Before the phone hung up, it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Mr. Song, I want to see Yan Yan."

It's Xiao Xing.

The corners of Song Zehan's lips tensed slightly, but after a few seconds, he let go.

"Come in."

Xiao Xing couldn't wait to push open the door, walked to the bed with a worried face, and when he found that Ruan Shiyan was still in a coma, he bluntly expressed his doubts in his heart.

"Mr. Song, I know you care about Yanyan very much, but... why don't you send Yanyan to the hospital?"

Being injected with an unknown liquid and fainting for no reason, no matter how you think about it, you should go to the hospital for examination.

Even if Ruan Shiyan's current identity is inconvenient to appear in the hospital, with Song Zehan's identity and ability, it is not difficult to send Ruan Shiyan to the hospital for treatment without anyone noticing.

"She'll be fine." Song Zehan's voice was firm, "I'll wake up in about an hour."

"How do you know?" Anyone who heard this answer would find it strange.

"You just need to know that she is my wife, and I will never risk her life anyway."

"..."

"The rest, you don't need to know."

Although Xiao Xing got used to Song Zehan's strength very early, but hearing it at this moment, his heart was still very blocked.

"Okay, even if you know the reason for her fainting, and know that she will wake up in an hour, how do you explain the blue liquid she was injected with? Even you don't know what the liquid is, how can you guarantee that she will wake up in an hour? Will you be fine if you lie here?"

Song Zehan looked at Xiao Xing who was roaring in front of him expressionlessly, suppressed the last bit of patience, and lightly opened his thin lips: "You know the location of the guest room."

For Song Zehan, this is already a very euphemistic order to evict guests.

Those who dare to yell at him and question him like this have become nutrient-rich fertilizers on the back mountain.

If it wasn't because Xiao Xing was a friend of Ruan Shiyan's family, he might have become a part of it long ago.

Xiao Xing's hands were clenched into fists by his side, and after a while, he slowly let go, turned around and left.

Compared with him, Song Zehan can take better care of her.

And his questioning was nothing more than trying to test Song Zehan's attitude.

Seeing that this matter has not lost Song Zehan's control, he can relax a little bit.

The bedroom door opened and closed.

An hour later, with a cry of surprise, Ruan Shiyan, who had lost consciousness, finally opened her eyes.

"don't want--!"

Ruan Shiyan stared blankly at the ceiling in front of her, panting heavily.

Before he could fully recover, a dry and warm palm was placed on his forehead.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw that familiar handsome face.

"Song... ah... bro?"

She wanted to call him by his full name, but when the words came to her lips, she turned around and changed to the previous address.

As for the real relationship, she was waiting for him to admit it himself.

However, Song Zehan's ears were bound to be surprised by the concatenated titles.

Brother Song?
Is there something wrong with memory again?

(End of this chapter)