Chapter 13

Book:The President's Reborn Bride Published:2024-5-1

Before Peyman finished speaking, he heard a dog barking. When he looked up, he saw the servant holding a fierce German shepherd in his hand.
The wolf dog bared its fangs and stared at him fiercely, like watching its prey.
Peyman was flustered by this.
The servant untied the dog’s rope.
“Woof!.”
German shepherd jumped up and jumped towards Peyman.
Peyman’s face turned white with fear, and his body instinctively turned and ran: “Athach, I don’t care about you anymore!”
Athach stood at the door with Conlin, watching Peyman being chased by German shepherd, and his instinct for survival inspired his potential to run fast.
In this way, Peyman will soon be bitten by a German shepherd.
Conlin raised his eyebrows slightly and was in a good mood: “Mrs. Greef is so cruel that she can let her dog bite her former sweetheart.”
Athach looked up at him: “So don’t provoke me, or I will murder my husband.”
Conlin leaned over, bowed his head and approached her face to face. “Is Mrs. Greef so provocative?”
Athach didn’t evade, so she looked him in the eye: “Mr. Greef, do you still need me to flirt?”
The two stopped talking and didn’t look away.
So they stood face to face, their breaths intertAthachd, and the sun fell on them.
Two people’s aura, inexplicable harmony.
Grandpa Greef looked at this scene, hurriedly took out his mobile phone and photographed it.
This grandson’s wife is so good that she can hold her grandson down.
Finally, Conlin was defeated, and her eyes were very beautiful, especially his appearance.
And the clear fragrance on her body is like a hook, hooking his heart, especially soothing the manic factors in his body.
Conlin stood with his hands in his pockets and asked her, “Mrs. Greef, what are your plans next?”
Athach also looked away: “I’ll accompany you for a general examination.”
She still doesn’t know about Conlin’s physical condition. Last night, she didn’t prescribe the right medicine. She just used acupuncture to put him to sleep.
However, it seems useless.
Conlin’s mania is not a disease, but a poison.
Someone poisoned him. If the poisoner knew that she could detoxify him, then she would be the first person to die.
Conlin: “Premarital examination or pregnancy preparation?”
“Male, premature ejaculation.” After Athach finished, she went upstairs.
Conlin: …
Grandpa Greef saw his grandson’s expression, and the folds on his smiling face all bloomed into a flower.
……
During the day, Athach accompanied Conlin to have a physical examination.
In the evening, the test results came out.
Conlin looked at Athach sitting on the sofa and looked down at all the inspection reports. She sometimes frowned and sometimes pressed her lips.
The soft light, falling on her body, seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, hazy and fascinating.
When Conlin looked at her, he felt a little itchy and wanted to smell her.
“How’s it going?”
Athach read not only today’s inspection report, but also previous reports.
She looked up at him: “The examination report doesn’t match your physical condition. On the report, there is nothing wrong with your body except your mental state.”
But when she felt his pulse, he was poisoned, a special neurotoxin.
Conlin squinted slightly, revealing awe-inspiring danger: “My report is fake?”
Because of his illness, grandpa specially arranged a medical team for him to take charge of his illness.
If his condition is not controlled and treated, he will die!
Athach also didn’t bother to look at the rest of the checklist: “Not necessarily, I need further examination.”
Check out what kind of neurotoxin it is before she can study the antidote.
Conlin nodded, “OK.”
Athach was surprised to see his promise: “Mr. Greef doesn’t doubt me?”