"This is fine, the doctors are exaggerating, I'm not that fragile."

Yang Ruoyan said nervously.

"No, you are not allowed to get out of bed anyway. You are a national first-class protected creature now. Let me lie down with peace of mind. Let's go back and get it."

Lin Zefeng changed his previous doting attitude and said seriously.

Yang Ruoyan couldn't resist him, so he had to nod and agree. Thinking of Tao Yiting's company, Lin Zefeng shouldn't ask Hu Menghui in person, right?

When Lin Zefeng took Tao Yiting out of the hospital, Zhao Wanqing was angry in the car for an afternoon outside the hospital.

Suddenly, he saw Lin Zefeng and a girl driving away, frowned and thought: Chen Yibo had already returned to the hospital during the day, and now even Lin Zefeng has left, isn’t there anyone around Yang Ruoyan?

After thinking about it carefully, she opened the car door and walked out, and walked straight towards the inpatient department.

After asking about Yang Ruoyan's ward, Zhao Wanqing stepped in directly to her eight centimeter-high high heels and went straight to negotiate with her.

"Uh, that's so fast?"

When the door opened, Yang Ruoyan subconsciously thought Lin Zefeng and the others were back. When he looked up, he didn't expect that the person he saw was Zhao Wanqing.

He suddenly felt confused and asked with his eyebrows frowned:

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Wanqing threw her handbag to Yang Ruoyan's hospital bed, pulled a chair and sat next to her, holding her legs arrogantly, and said disdainfully:

"Tell me, what do you want, what do you want or what? How can I let go of my husband and stop pestering him?"

Yang Ruoyan was stunned, and instead understood the purpose of her coming, he asked with a funny look:

"Do you think I'm with Yi Bo because of money?"

"Then what should I think? A third-rate wealthy family like you is a down-and-out daughter who has cut off the relationship between father and daughter. I think money is very important to you now?

I don’t want to talk nonsense to you either. Just give me a price and just pretend that I’ve helped my husband compensate you for your youth loss.”

Yang Ruoyan chuckled and shook her head. Her clear eyes kept looking at the arrogant Zhao Wanqing. She didn't expect that she would do such a stupid thing, thinking that she could buy everything with money.

"What are you looking at me? Say it! I'm not in the mood to breathe under the same roof as you."

"Then how much do you think your husband is worth? I'll consider it."

Zhao Wanqing was surprised that Yang Ruoyan would agree directly, stared at her with suspicion, thought for a while and said:

“How about 5 million?”

"5 million? You don't seem to be optimistic about your husband, so how about I bought your husband for 5 million?"

"You, Yang Ruoyan, don't go too far, what do you want?"

Yang Ruoyan took a deep breath, sat upright, and looked at her and said:

"Zhao Wanqing, you don't have to do this. I have given up on Yi Bo and have already told him clearly. You are just doing this for nothing now, which makes me feel stupid if you see it."

"Yang Ruoyan, I'm not here to quarrel with you. Don't think I really can't deal with you. I just don't want to make a big deal."

"Haha, it's not good for Yibo, right?"

Yang Ruoyan looked at her coldly, and probably guessed that the photos in China were probably caused by Zhao Wanqing.

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Except for her being able to make such a big noise overnight, very few people can do it, right? "This, it's okay, the doctors are exaggerating, I'm not that fragile."

Yang Ruoyan said nervously.

"No, you are not allowed to get out of bed anyway. You are a national first-class protected creature now. Let me lie down with peace of mind. Let's go back and get it."

Lin Zefeng changed his previous doting attitude and said seriously.

Yang Ruoyan couldn't resist him, so he had to nod and agree. Thinking of Tao Yiting's company, Lin Zefeng shouldn't ask Hu Menghui in person, right?

When Lin Zefeng took Tao Yiting out of the hospital, Zhao Wanqing was angry in the car for an afternoon outside the hospital.

Suddenly, he saw Lin Zefeng and a girl driving away, frowned and thought: Chen Yibo had already returned to the hospital during the day, and now even Lin Zefeng has left, isn’t there anyone around Yang Ruoyan?

After thinking about it carefully, she opened the car door and walked out, and walked straight towards the inpatient department.

After asking about Yang Ruoyan's ward, Zhao Wanqing stepped in directly to her eight centimeter-high high heels and went straight to negotiate with her.

"Uh, that's so fast?"

When the door opened, Yang Ruoyan subconsciously thought Lin Zefeng and the others were back. When he looked up, he didn't expect that the person he saw was Zhao Wanqing.

He suddenly felt confused and asked with his eyebrows frowned:

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Wanqing threw her handbag to Yang Ruoyan's hospital bed, pulled a chair and sat next to her, holding her legs arrogantly, and said disdainfully:

"Tell me, what do you want, what do you want or what? How can I let go of my husband and stop pestering him?"

Yang Ruoyan was stunned, and instead understood the purpose of her coming, he asked with a funny look:

"Do you think I'm with Yi Bo because of money?"

"Then what should I think? A third-rate wealthy family like you is a down-and-out daughter who has cut off the relationship between father and daughter. I think money is very important to you now?

I don’t want to talk nonsense to you either. Just give me a price and just pretend that I’ve helped my husband compensate you for your youth loss.”

Yang Ruoyan chuckled and shook her head. Her clear eyes kept looking at the arrogant Zhao Wanqing. She didn't expect that she would do such a stupid thing, thinking that she could buy everything with money.

"What are you looking at me? Say it! I'm not in the mood to breathe under the same roof as you."

"Then how much do you think your husband is worth? I'll consider it."

Zhao Wanqing was surprised that Yang Ruoyan would agree directly, stared at her with suspicion, thought for a while and said:

“How about 5 million?”

"5 million? You don't seem to be optimistic about your husband, so how about I bought your husband for 5 million?"

"You, Yang Ruoyan, don't go too far, what do you want?"

Yang Ruoyan took a deep breath, sat upright, and looked at her and said:

"Zhao Wanqing, you don't have to do this. I have given up on Yi Bo and have already told him clearly. You are just doing this for nothing now, which makes me feel stupid if you see it."

"Yang Ruoyan, I'm not here to quarrel with you. Don't think I really can't deal with you. I just don't want to make a big deal."

"Haha, it's not good for Yibo, right?"

Yang Ruoyan looked at her coldly, and probably guessed that the photos in China were probably caused by Zhao Wanqing.

Zhao's Enterprise is the world's leading multimedia group, with countless magazines, newspapers, entertainment companies, and media companies.
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