My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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Jing Yiran was in a good mood these days because he got the equity. Not only did he meet with Ji Bo several times to discuss the next plunder plan, but he also sang every night for several days. Never returned home.

He drank a lot tonight, and the whole person is still shaking and dizzy.

His tongue was a little knotted, and he asked indistinctly: "I just saw the helicopter flying thick, why use the helicopter? Thick... what's the matter?"

The butler sighed in his heart, and just about to speak, he heard Jing Yiran suddenly laughing, nervously shouting: "Grandma, I'm back! Where are you, I... I'm glad, you're going to come! We continue Teach the parrot to speak!"

As he shouted, he staggered upstairs.

The housekeeper immediately stepped forward to stop him, and said very quickly: "Second young master, the old grandpa is sick, please be quiet, the helicopter just went to pick up the wooden **** doctor, don't make trouble."

Jing Yiran's brain is now muddled. Alcohol has paralyzed his brain, making him react much slower than usual.

"Who do you... who is sick? I... I am not sick, I... very good!"

He said, and went upstairs again.

The butler hugged him: "Second young master, you can't go up at this time!"

If Jing Zhongxiu and Jing Yichen saw Jing Yiran like this, he must be killed! He coaxed Moran's huge amount of property, and the old lady who was irritated was now stunned. He came back drunk in the middle of the night and talked upside down, and he died when he went up!

However, the housekeeper has been more than half a year old. How could he be the opponent of the young and strong Jing Yiran, he could not stop him at all.

Jing Yiran pushed the housekeeper down to the ground, no matter what he fell into, he lifted his feet and "pedaled" upstairs. On one side, he shouted: "Grandma, Grandma...I want to die you... …"

As soon as he climbed the second floor with difficulty, a tall black figure came out of the master bedroom, and then quickly walked in front of him, kicking him fiercely with one foot.

Before Jing Yiran could see the face of the black figure, he rolled away from the thirty steps.

The height of Jingjia's villa is as high as four meters, that is to say, Jing Yiran is equivalent to rolling down from a height of four meters.

He lay on the floor and did not get up for a while.

The violent pain in the bone marrow made Jing Yiran's wine finally sober.

He could hardly breathe in pain, but still struggling to get up, looking up at the black figure.

At the Jing family, there are only two people who dare to kick him!

Jing Yiran spit out a blood foam, his handsome face suddenly turned red because of his anger, and he gritted his teeth one by one: "Jing-Yi-Chen!"

Jing Yichen looked at him from a condescending tone, and his tone was very cold: "You better pray that Grandpa is fine. If he has something, I promise, you can't see the sun of tomorrow!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the housekeeper who had just been lifted from the floor by the servant: "Luber, you have to rest first. There is no need to guard here. I let Ahu come in."

As soon as his voice fell, A Hu came in.

The butler saw Ahu and finally let go of his heart. This was helped by two servants to the side hall. He just fell so hard that he couldn't hold it hard. He needed to be treated quickly, so he could help as soon as possible. Get busy.

Jing Yiran still didn't know what was going on at home, but he was not stupid. He had noticed that there was something wrong with his home.

He hadn't heard the words of the housekeeper just now. When he saw Jing Yichen saying a few words, he immediately turned into Jing Tianyuan's bedroom and frowned tightly.

The doctors of the Jing family, besides two, went to the wooden house, and two of them had been sitting in the small living room on the second floor. They were ready to go to the doctor immediately if they had anything to do-their standards were not bad. But it is certainly not as good as wood.

At this time, two doctors immediately went downstairs. One examined Lube. A careful commanding servant took Jing Yiran on a stretcher and sent him back to his villa.

Mu Wensheng didn't expect that when he left him four days ago, he still scolded Jingtianyuan, who was full of energy. After four days, he was already unconscious!

Jing Tianyuan's body is his first-hand conditioning. He will brag to live to 150 years old, but to live to 100 years without disease and disaster is absolutely no problem! He is not yet eighty years old, how can he fall into a coma so soon!

This is his old friend for many years, a life and death, Mu Wensheng can't express the uncomfortable heart, he quickly asked the two doctors Jing Tianyuan's basic symptoms and the cause of the disease, and then packed up a few things on the helicopter .

When Mu Wensheng came to Jing's house, Jing Yichen had greeted him outside the door of the villa.

Seeing him, Jing Yichen greeted him respectfully, and then said: "Grandpa, please. Your grandpa is waiting for you inside."

Mu Wensheng didn't laugh and scold as usual, but just said a word: "Go!"

As soon as Mu Wensheng entered the bedroom, both Shangguan Ning and Jing Zhongxiu's eyes shone with hope. His name was too strong, and he gave hope for no reason when he entered the door.

Even Moran, who had been numb and sitting there, recovered, and got up to make room for him.

Mu Wensheng saw his old friend's appearance and felt like he was being picked up.

He hasn't seen this emotion for a long time-he is a doctor, used to seeing life and death, and he has looked at death very lightly.

However, now that the unconscious person has changed to his old friend, it is almost impossible for him to control himself.

He put his finger on Jing Tianyuan's wrist, and after a while, he changed the pulse of Jing Tianyuan's other hand.

A quarter of an hour later, he took out the silver needle he brought with him: "Zhong Xiu, come and hug your dad's head. He may vomit blood for a while to ensure that he will not be choked by blood. I said to pat the back and immediately use the force of seven Pat him on the back, don't pause until you spit and bleed."

Jing Zhongxiu immediately responded and stepped forward to hug Jing Tianyuan's head.

Before applying the needle, Mu Wensheng turned his head and said, "Tianyuan is fine, I am sure, you all go out."

Hearing him say "I'm sure" in a calm tone, everyone in the bedroom was relieved.

Shangguan Ning glanced at Jing Yichen and walked a few steps, holding Moran's arm, and said softly: "Grandma, let's go, let's go out first, grandpa is fine."

Moran nodded and followed her out.

Almost an hour later, Jing Zhongxiu came out from the inside, and finally there was a little lightness in his expression: "Okay, it's okay, come in."

Moran almost trot into it.

Shangguan Ning froze a little, sighed in his heart, and then followed Jing Yichen into the bedroom.