"This operation... is too outrageous."
Gao Jing was stunned for a moment, then slapped her thigh:
"Using medicinal materials donated by netizens, collecting money from patients, keeping the medical center alive, and also winning the reputation of Jin Zhilin."
She sighed with emotion: "What a wonderful way to gain both fame and fortune."
There was not much joy on Song Hongyan's face, and she waved the motorcade into the underground parking lot:
"This method does bring fame and fortune, but it is somewhat unkind to patients and society."
"I might have done this before."
"But I won't do that now, and Ye Fan won't allow me to do that, so just listen."
"You must also never talk about this method with others, lest the speaker has no intention and the listener has the intention."
She reminded: "Please tell Xi'er not to close the door now, and wait for two more months, and then I will think of other ways to save the medical center."
Gao Jing nodded lightly: "Understood."
Song Hongyan asked: "Did Ye Fan call today?"
Gao Jing was startled, then shook her head: "Master Ye didn't call the office, he was too busy in Pakistan..."
"I knew this bastard didn't care."
Song Hongyan murmured, then changed the subject: "Okay, I'll sleep in the apartment these two days, you can pick me up tomorrow morning."
Gao Jing nodded respectfully: "Understood!"
Song Hongyan opened the car door and walked to the elevator with her bodyguard.
The elevator stopped at the twenty-ninth floor, and a group of bodyguards walked out.
The elevator continued to rise to the thirtieth floor, which was the top floor, and opened with a ding.
Song Hongyan walked out.
She kicked off her high heels, put down her long hair, and put on a pair of slippers.
The woman who put on slippers also stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.
His expression was haggard and his eyes were reddish, and he looked like he was overworked.
Later, Song Hongyan looked at a doll near the entrance and competed with Ye Fan to make a puppet.
"Ye Fan, bastard, big liar."
"You live in Ba country every day, but you leave me in Longdu to work overtime every day, and you forget today."
"I am your fiancée and also your professional manager."
"I don't want to talk to you anymore, I don't want to see you anymore."
Song Hongyan pinched the ear of the doll Ye Fan while venting her anger "viciously".
Then he picked up the doll and walked towards the hall, continuing to speak murderously:
"You also said that you will love me all your life, take care of me all your life, and love me in the next life, and the life after that."
"In the end, it's me who calls you every time, and I care about you every time."
"You are also there when I am hungry, you are with me when I am thirsty, you are with me when I am scared, you are with me when I miss you, you are with me when I sleep and wake up."
"As a result, after a year, you won't be able to drink more than a cup of hot water."
"What disappoints me the most is that I shamelessly reminded you that today is a good day, but you didn't think of anything."
"Is it because Benara, Isabel, or Tang Ruoxue's tenderness captured her?"
"There really isn't anything good about a man."
"Big pig hooves!"
Song Hongyan, who has always been resolute and decisive, rarely showed a hint of love-minded attitude.
No matter how powerful or cruel she is, when no one takes off her armor, she is still a little woman who needs to be loved.
Thinking of this, Song Hongyan felt aggrieved and bit the Ye Fan doll in her arms on the shoulder:
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, Ye Fan!"
The voice was loud and had the complex emotions of Song Hongyan.
"here I am!"
Just when Song Hongyan was about to cry bitterly and adjust herself, a voice from behind sounded softly:
"Wife, did you call me?"
"ah--"
Song Hongyan trembled and was startled. She immediately dropped the doll and jumped up from the sofa.
She turned on the headlights and took out a pistol from the hidden compartment of the sofa.
She shouted subconsciously: "Who?"
In the bright light, Ye Fan smiled and opened his arms: "Honey, is it me?"
Song Hongyan was stunned for a moment, then she was delighted: "Hubby, it's you, are you back?"
She looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.
The beloved man changed his attitude of turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain, and wore home clothes and an apron.
His smile is very gentle and his eyes are very affectionate, like a good man waiting for his wife to come home.
"Yes, I'm back."
Ye Fan chuckled and nodded: "I flew back on a special plane."
Song Hongyan felt that her brain was not enough: "Are you the real Ye Fan?"
Ye Fan was still killing people at Imperial College last night. In the morning, Ye Fan was still discussing with himself in Pakistan. Why did the old man in black robe suddenly fly back?
It wasn't that she couldn't recognize Mark, she was just worried about her dream.
"I'm not real, am I a robot?"
Ye Fan walked up to Song Hongyan, reached out and put the woman into his arms: "If you don't believe it, let you test the temperature."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the woman in his arms.
Song Hongyan's body trembled, confirming that Ye Fan was warm and that she was not dreaming.
She felt dizzy.
But she quickly thought of what she said when she entered.
Song Hongyan was sure that Ye Fan heard all her complaints.
Her pretty face couldn't help but blush.
"Aren't you enjoying yourself in Pakistan? Aren't you planning to settle down at Imperial College? Why are you back?"
"My place is cold and boring, and I can't compare to the tenderness of Benara and the others. Why come back?"
Song Hongyan pushed Ye Fan away and made excuses to hide her embarrassment.
Ye Fan pinched the woman's chin: "Three thousand drowned, but I only took this scoop from my wife."
"Glib tongue!"
Song Hongyan's pretty face couldn't help but blush, and she spat like a little woman:
"You talk nice things to me every day, but you just want me to be your manager and your nanny."
"If you really have me in your heart, you won't forget today..."
In the middle of speaking, she swallowed the second half of the sentence. Some things just need to be touched upon, but it would be boring if she explained them thoroughly.
"You promised to accompany me, you promised to take care of me, and you promised to love me for the rest of your life."
"What's the use of talking about it? You have to take some practical actions."
"big liar!"
To be continued...