Bride-price 300 million dollars: BOSS bewitch wife without limit

The man just nodded his head slightly. There was no superfluous expression on his face. He was still always indifferent and arrogant, but his deep bottomless eyes stared at the people on the hospital bed for a moment, with some unknown feelings hidden in the bottom of his eyes.

"Sister, are you hungry? My brother cooked delicious food." Xiao Yue said, and he had picked up a piece of tofu from the lunch box with his small hand and sent it to Yunkai's mouth. "It's fried tofu. Try it. It's delicious."

But Yunkai suddenly cried.

"Elder sister, why are you crying?" Xiao Yue looked at the clouds, puzzled and helpless, and then turned to Xiao Han for help. "Elder brother, did I do something wrong to make my elder sister unhappy?"

"Mr. Xiao is here too." suddenly, a voice with a smile came from the door. Zheng Junjie came in with dinner.

"Why did you cry? Didn't you see me when you woke up?" Zheng Junjie quickly put down his lunch box, sat by the bed, gently wiped the tears on Yunkai's face and held her in his arms. "Good, don't cry, you can't cry now."

Xiao Yue pinched the fried tofu in her hand that had not yet been sent into the cloud's mouth, flattened her mouth, blinked and blinked, and soon tears fell down.

She said, "brother, let's go."

She was sad and sad. Her favorite sister had married. In the arms of a bad uncle, she could no longer be her beautiful sister-in-law.

Xiao Han glanced at his sister, and then his eyes fell on Yunkai again. Although Zheng Junjie was separated, he still seemed to see her crying face.

The man's eyes became deeper and deeper, turned and left.

The next morning, the cafe diagonally opposite the hospital.

The two men sat by the window with two cups of coffee in front of them.

"Mr. Xiao asked me out, but because of the villa? I'm really sorry. You know, about my wife -"

"I know Mr. Zheng is in urgent need of money now." before Zheng Junjie finished his words, he was interrupted by Xiao Han. With a calm face, he talked about the same calm tone as the weather.

Zheng Junjie was stunned, a touch of panic flashed from his face, but it was only a moment before he returned to normal and smiled, "Mr. Xiao, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."

"Mrs. Zheng's eyes, when is Mr. Zheng going to give her corneal transplantation?" Xiao Han asked such a question inexplicably.

Zheng Junjie didn't know, so he thought about it and said, "once you have a suitable cornea, you'll have an operation immediately."

"Don't care how much money?" Xiao Han looked at him, a pair of black eyes, streamer rotation, but a faint sneer.

For a while, Zheng Junjie said, "yes, I don't care how much."

In order to see the light again, she doesn't care how much money.

It's just, how much money does he have?

The cell phone that hung up ten minutes ago in his pocket, the man's words were clear and still in his ears, "Junjie, you have to save your father. He is your father."

It was his father's man who embezzled public funds. Even if it was less, but there were so many, 300 million. I don't know where he spent all that money. I didn't see him change a big house for his family, buy new furniture, or buy antiques and put them at home. Where did the 300 million go?

That's his mother's person. Ten phone calls a day urge him to raise money, cry and release the Buddha, and it's him who caused her husband to misappropriate public funds. It's like if he can't raise money, he's against the law and will be hit by heaven and lightning.