Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

After a chaotic night, Sheng Xiaoran hugged Yan Qianqian tightly and fell asleep.

"Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran?"

A familiar voice rang out.

Sheng Xiaoran was sure that it was Yan Qianqian's voice, but he couldn't wake up.

His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them.

Soon, the dialing tone rang.

Yan Qianqian took the initiative and said, "Dr. Zhang, please help me increase the dose of my husband's medicine."

"Mrs. Sheng, please think about it again. If you increase the dosage of medicine rashly, it is very likely to cause Mr. Sheng's sudden death. I'm afraid it will arouse the suspicion of the police."

"It's been ten years since I started drugging him! Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment? Now that the entire Shengshi Group is under my control, I don't want to wait any longer.

Don't worry, I have eliminated all future troubles. Even if he dies suddenly, no one will doubt me! "

He seemed to hear the conversation clearly, but he seemed not to hear it clearly.

His consciousness was too vague, and Sheng Xiaoran quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, when he woke up and opened his eyes, what he saw was Yan Qianqian walking towards him with a water glass and pills.

There were wedding photos of the two hanging in the bedroom, and Yan Qianqian was about 45 years old at the moment.

"Honey, good morning, take the medicine and wash up. There is a shareholders meeting today, don't forget it."

Sheng Xiaoran took the medicine with a smile on her face, drank water with her hand and swallowed the medicine.

Then he hugged her waist with affection and murmured affectionately: "Thank you Qianqian. The outside world has said that I am crazy, but you are the only one who has never left me."

"Husband, don't say these words. We are husband and wife, and we are of the same mind."

Yan Qianqian stroked his head with gentle eyes, took his hand to get up, and pushed him into the bathroom.

After washing up and coming out, Sheng Xiaoran put on the suit she had prepared for him, and she tied the tie herself, and the two of them went downstairs hand in hand.

After breakfast, the two went to the company together.

At nine o'clock sharp, the quarterly shareholders' meeting begins.

Sheng Xiaoran was presiding over the meeting well, but suddenly there was a heartbreaking pain in his head.

It was like thousands of blood-sucking worms crawled into his brain, gnawing at his brain marrow, and the pain was so painful that it made people crazy.

He covered his head and shouted, rolling on the ground in pain.

The pain that scratched his heart and lungs made him want to die. In the end, he couldn't breathe and passed out completely.

Even as he was drowsy, he could still hear the voices of shareholders.

"A good meeting was disrupted by this lunatic."

"If you are sick, just rest at home and don't come to join in the fun."

"Fortunately, we still have Mrs. Sheng. If she hadn't supported the company, I'm afraid Shengshi Group would have been annexed by Fi Group."

……

When he woke up again, Sheng Xiaoran was already admitted to the ICU. Wearing an oxygen mask, he even struggled to speak.

"I'm sorry...wife...I can't...be with you anymore...I...love you..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...No, hubby, don't say these words. Nothing will happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you..."

Yan Qianqian held his hand tightly with both hands, lowered her head and cried into tears. The electrocardiogram kept giving warnings, and finally she calmed down.

"I'm finally dead. I've been waiting for this day for 25 years! Husband, don't worry, I will inherit your company. Thank you for your selfless love. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today! "

The woman who was still crying suddenly turned up the corners of her mouth, revealing a very strange smile.

She caressed Sheng Xiaoran's thin face, her eyes flashed with morbid enthusiasm, and that crazy look was extremely unfamiliar.

*

'Dididi——'

The alarm goes off.

Sheng Xiaoran suddenly opened his eyes.

The dream was so real that he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

"Xiao Ran, are you awake?"

In his ears, Yan Qianqian's voice sounded.

He turned around in horror.

What he saw was not Yan Qianqian, who was in her 40s and very unfamiliar to him, but the woman he was familiar with.

"Last night...we..."

Yan Qianqian's body was covered with ambiguous red marks. She was a little shy. Halfway through her words, she couldn't speak anymore and lowered her head and buried it in his chest.

Sheng Xiaoran is not that kind of irresponsible scumbag.

He never denied that he had a crush on Yan Qianqian.

If there was no such dream, he would happily accept everything in front of him, take responsibility for her seriously, and fall in love with the purpose of getting married.

But after having that too real dream, he subconsciously resisted.

His body was as stiff as stone, and he pushed her away violently.

The latter stared at him with his eyes widened and a look of hurt on his face.

"Sorry... Qianqian, I drank too much last night and my mind is a little confused now. Can you go back first?"

Sheng Xiaoran seemed to still feel the life-threatening headache. He pinched the center of his eyebrows and issued an eviction order. It was because he didn't know how to face her.

Even though he knew that it was just an unrealistic dream, he still had some lingering fears and couldn't face her without any grudges.

Damn it, she even had her hymen repaired just for last night, how could he do this to her!

Yan Qianqian was confused and almost furious at the same time.

She thought that having sex would bring her and Sheng Xiaoran closer together, but she didn't expect that the other party would actually choose to escape.

"I won't let you take responsibility just because we have a relationship. In this era, it's normal for men to have sex with women. Mr. Sheng... you, you don't have to bear the burden. I'm leaving first. You have a good rest."

Yan Qianqian's eyes were red, and after she finished speaking considerately, she stumbled out of bed with her aching body and started to get dressed.

The dazzling red on the bed sheets deeply stimulated Sheng Xiaoran's heart.

He was soft-hearted and wanted to talk to her several times, but in the end he could only watch her leave.

"Sheng Xiaoran, you are trash!"

He covered his face with exhaustion and spat at himself.

[Ding, the evil ghost's resentment is reduced by 5, and the current resentment is -70. 】

This time, Yan Qianqian failed to become Sheng Xiaoran's girlfriend because of Shuang Yu's secret manipulation, and Sheng Xiaoran's favorability rose and fell amidst recurring dreams and guilt.

The next few days were very peaceful. While he continued to use his magic to control dreams to make Sheng Xiaoran dream about his past life, he paid close attention to Yan Qianqian's every move. Feng Shenqian seemed to be scared by him and didn't bother him these days. he.

In a blink of an eye, it was the weekend. After the father and son had breakfast, Shuangyu dyed Bai Rong's hair in the yard.

"Director Chen invited me to go fishing at noon. If you have time today, go to the hospital to see Lao Wu and his daughter."

"Okay dad, how is my daughter doing?"

Shuangyu smeared the dye paste on Bai Rong's silver thread and asked.

Father Bai sighed and shook his head.

"I heard it was a rare genetic disease, but there are currently no experts in this field in China. He asked for help and contacted foreign research institutes, but he never received a reply.

This Xiao Wu is also a man who has suffered a lot. He has managed to live a good life in the past few years, but something bad happened again. His daughter is only five years old, and she is about to suffer this kind of misfortune..."

Wu Hongyu has not returned to the company since the day Shuangyu went to the fi building. His daughter suddenly fainted and was later diagnosed with a very rare blood disease. Recently, he has been in the hospital every day looking for connections, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. .