Chapter 182: The car belongs to you, the wheelchair belongs to me

Hang up after speaking.
I originally thought that today will definitely go well.
Unexpectedly, Yan Nian was lost.
It was lost in the company.
The elevator door finally opened, and Jiang Beiyuan strode out.
The little girl at the front desk was holding a bowl of Liangpi, watching the drama while eating, and laughing at the phone screen.
I felt a sudden chill in front, accompanied by a well-known chill, aggressive.
Subconsciously raising her eyes to look at the person coming, the little girl was frightened and swallowed without chewing a mouthful of cold skin, almost choking her to death.
Jiang Beiyuan put both hands on the table at the front desk, leaning forward slightly.
Deep in the eyes are obvious worries and displeasure, "No girl came to report to the company this morning?"
"what?"
The front desk was stunned for quite a few moments. What is their CEO Da Jiang doing? He hasn't been a female for 800 years, so he asked the girl how he came up today.
Jiang Beiyuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, bent his index finger and tapped the table twice, "Say it!"
"Gudong!"
The front desk swallowed the mouthful of Liangpi that was stuck in his throat, and said, "Return, Mr. Jiang, there is indeed a new girl this morning, very young and beautiful, with ponytails. , Wearing—"
"Say the point!"
What does his wife wear today, can he not know?
The front desk shook his hands and pointed to the small door at the door. There were two doors at the door of the Jiang Group. There was one on the outside and one on the inside. "That little girl tripped over the threshold when she entered this door, and then fell on her. I broke my leg on the ground."
Broke your leg? !
Jiang Beiyuan's heart sank, as if he was suddenly out of breath by a large rock.
He knew that Nizi had always been reckless.
"And then?"
"Uh, then, the design director happened to pass by and sent her to the hospital."
"Which hospital?"
"Central hospital."
The front desk is telling the truth every word.
...
...
Today's central hospital is still busy.
There are many cars parked at the door, including bicycles, motorcycles, electric cars, and cars.
until--
A black Aston Martin stopped right in front of the central hospital. The car hadn't stopped yet. The man in the driver's seat slammed the door directly and walked inside.
Sitting on both sides of the hospital entrance were a few old people leisurely admiring the scenery, looking up at Jiang Beiyuan.
A handsome young man, tall and good, with delicate eyebrows like those in the picture.
It's just that the look in his eyes was too cold, sharp as a blade, and his eyes bloody.
The old people wisely stopped looking at him and continued to look at the distant scene.
Jiang Beiyuan originally walked toward the door, passing by an old man, and suddenly stopped.
Turning his eyes, he was condescending, staring at the old man in the wheelchair, and suddenly squatted down and stared at him.
"Hello, grandpa, my name is Jiang Beiyuan."
The clear voice was low and beautiful, but the old man was scared to tremble, "Young man, you are very handsome, but I am alone and widow. I have no granddaughter to introduce you to!"
Jiang Beiyuan is straight to the point: "I can use my car to change your wheelchair, okay?"
"What are you talking about???"
"Thank you."
This is entirely the logic of the robber. Without waiting for the consent of the old man, he forcibly carried the grandfather who was sitting in a wheelchair enjoying the sun to his Aston Martin, and attached the car key.
"This car belongs to you, and the wheelchair belongs to me."