The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Hearing this, the emotion that Ye Yuchen was holding back suddenly let go.

He looked at the priest with cold eyes, a powerful aura sweeping the entire ward, his thin lips lightly opened, "Impossible."

Other conditions, as long as they are not too excessive, in order for Mu Wanqing to survive, Ye Yuchen can agree.

This alone is absolutely impossible.

"Oh?" The priest raised an eyebrow indifferently.

He walked to the chair next to the hospital bed and sat down slowly, with one arm on the back of the chair, so leisurely.

"It's up to you." The priest looked at him jokingly, "If you don't agree, you just wait for the woman you love to die. I don't care."

If it wasn't for Si Xue's suicide note...

The priest would never have such thoughts, and he was kind enough to donate the heart of his biological sister to others.

To him, Mu Wanqing's life and death really didn't matter.

"You..." Ye Yuchen looked at him furiously.

He clenched his fists tightly, almost embedding his fingers in his palm, but couldn't help but win the priest.

Now, he needs that heart.

It is him who should ask the priest to sign the organ donation agreement.

Ye Yuchen's eyes darkened slightly, "Change the conditions."

"My dear Mumu, got the heart of my baby sister." The priest's eyes were lightly raised. "Does the emperor think that I shouldn't take care of this life personally?"

Ye Yuchen frowned tightly.

The priest's address to Mu Wanqing made him extremely dissatisfied.

He suddenly rushed to the priest, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, "Priest, don't be too much."

Threatened, the priest still made no waves.

He glanced down at Ye Yuchen's hand, and patted twice with a little impatiently, "Honey, let go."

Ye Yuchen frowned tighter.

The name the priest gave him made him extremely unhappy.

"If I don't let go, I'll do it." The priest glanced at Mu Wanqing's oxygen mask, threatening.

Ye Yuchen tightened his collar tighter.

Shen Jingshu immediately stepped forward and shook his arm, "Yu Chen, let go first. If you have something to talk about, please."

"Is there anything to talk about?" He looked at the priest sharply.

"Naturally not." The priest shrugged.

At this moment, Zheng Bo hurriedly walked into the ward and saw the two of them being pinched. He was shocked, "They happen to be here."

"Miss Mu's heart transplant operation is ready at the hospital. Has Shao Si agreed to organ donation?"

When the voice fell, Zheng Bo cast his eyes on the priest.

"What's the rush." ​​The priest pursed his red lips lightly, and became even more impatient. "Is there anything else I can talk about with the patient's family?"

Zheng Bo was even more anxious. "The time has passed halfway. If you don't make a decision, the heart will be useless."

Hearing this, Ye Yuchen's eyes shrank suddenly and he let go.

He put the priest down, the backlog of anger still did not dissipate, and his lips lightly opened again, "Change the conditions."

"What are the terms?"

The priest neatly arranged the neckline, and did not feel anxious because of the urgency of the incident.

After all, no matter how tight time is, it has nothing to do with him.

"Give me all the shares of Emperor Sheng Group?"

"Let Xue Er resurrect and wake up again?"

"Or..." The priest's smile became more treacherous, "Are you willing to die for my dear Mumu?"

The priest was taunting Ye Yuchen, but he didn't expect to see his eyes firmer, and then listened to him again, "Yes."