As Jiang Beiyuan finished speaking, Wen Yu's purple face turned pale in an instant.
Yan Nian told him that she did something wrong out of nowhere when she was eighteen years old.
So that means she knew Jiang Beiyuan when she was eighteen years old
Wen Yu had no time to think about this issue.
At this moment, my breathing is seriously short and my vision is blurry...
He could hardly see the appearance of the person above him, but he could feel the coldness on his body condensing into ice, and the cold air was spreading and being exposed little by little.
Wen Yu shivered from the cold.
Jiang Beiyuan slowly retracted his feet, along with his cold gaze.
He seemed to feel tired, so he stopped looking at Wen Yu on the ground and strode out immediately.
The golden light cut through his back, like towers, strong and cold.
By the time he got downstairs, the coldness and cruelty on his body had disappeared.
Just like Pilate who executed Jesus in the Bible.
After the execution, Pilate still said calmly and calmly:
"I am not guilty of the blood of this righteous man."
The sound of hurried footsteps gradually approached.
Not far away, secretary Sui Tong ran over in a hurry, waving to Jiang Beiyuan, "It's not good, Mr. Jiang, it's not good..."
"?" Jiang Beiyuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little impatient.
"What's wrong?"
“…”
Sui Tong ran away and lost his breath. He clutched his stomach and gasped for air. He stumbled and explained, "You, please go to the venue now and take a look. Something happened!"
…
At that time.
The scene at the press conference was chaotic.
Diagonally across the countertop, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was lying on the ground.
A lot of people gathered around, and the media's flashbulbs kept taking pictures of the man on the ground.
The man was frothing at the mouth and his limbs were twitching, looking very scary.
While everyone was talking, Yan Nian knelt down, held the man's head, gently turned it to one side, and then stuffed the tongue depressor wrapped with gauze into his mouth.
"Hey, hey, you are stupid, don't get involved in this muddy water, what will you do if you get into trouble?" Ding Baoyi squatted beside Yan Nian and whispered in a low voice.
"It's important to save people. Jiang Beiyuan taught me some first aid measures, which can come in handy now."
Ding Baoyi had a car accident before, which cast a big shadow on Yan Nian's heart.
From that time on, whenever she was free, she would ask Jiang Beiyuan from time to time about first aid measures for various emergencies.
I originally thought about saving myself in the future, but I didn't expect that I would be able to save someone today.
"what happened?"
A familiar voice sounded in Yan Nian's ears.
Yan Nian took advantage of the situation and looked over.
Jiang Beiyuan squatted down, his dark eyes firmly locked on the man on the ground.
He recognized that this was Haomao, the old director of Shengtian Group, one of his mother Pei Jinling's many lovers.
"Looking at this old man's symptoms, it should be an epileptic seizure. I followed what you taught me before and put a tongue depressor in his mouth!"
Yan Nian hurriedly explained. He had been pretending to be calm just now. When facing Jiang Beiyuan, his voice was trembling. In fact, he was lying when he said he was not afraid.
After all, a living human life is here.
"well-done."
Jiang Beiyuan had a mellow voice and a somewhat serious face. He then quickly checked Hao Mao's condition on the ground and unbuttoned his neck to keep his airway open to avoid suffocation.
"Has an ambulance been called?"
He raised his eyes and looked around casually with his dark peach blossom eyes.
(End of chapter)