Chapter 82

The capital of Huadu, in such a big study.

The handsome Leng Yi man sat at his desk, his slender and bony fingers beating rhythmically on the computer keyboard. The light poured out, setting off his figure more and more cold and threatening.

Royal honour buys Haojue, and Li Beichen is bound to win. The acquisition plan was delayed until now because of Shi Yuxuan, who scattered his energy twice and again.

This woman, lying alone in the hospital, has her fever gone?

The slender fingers stopped on the keyboard, Li Beichen gently twisted his eyebrows, slowly closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

"Wow -"

It's raining heavily outside.

In such a big study, Li Beichen's face became more and more heavy.

It seems that I saw her thin figure, curled up lonely in the hospital bed, staring at the bottle of drops, pulling the corners of my mouth and smiling bitterly.

Li Beichen's heart tightened and opened his eyes carelessly. His eyes became deep and complex.

Reaching out, he rubbed the frown, as if to drive away something.

This plain, arrogant, rebellious and unruly woman! Since you are stubborn like a cow, why do you put on that fragile and pitiful appearance!

Anxious, extremely anxious!

He lit a cigarette slowly, and his handsome face was shrouded in smoke.

When the cigarette burned out, the eyes were dark.

No more thinking, Li Beichen resolutely picked up the car key on the desk, opened the door and rushed into the rain

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"Madam, the president asked me to take you home." At the other end of the phone, the driver's respectful voice came.

Just after hanging up the drip, Li Beichen sent someone to pick her up?

He really thought her body was made of iron?

Hung up the phone, the ward was silent, and a slight coolness came from the air and penetrated into her skin.

Finally, he didn't choose to disobey Li Beichen.

Yuxuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, took back his thoughts from the windowsill, stepped forward on the floor, suddenly bumped into something and tripped under his feet.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, she knelt on the ground with a painful squeak, and the sharp pain of tearing spread through every inch of nerves along the kneecap.

Almost in an instant, there was a deep bruise on his knee.

I found that I tripped on the chair.

She really is. She doesn't have eyes.

Ridiculed himself contemptuously. Yuxuan took a breath and got up from the ground and continued to go out.

The whole ward corridor was quiet without a sound.

Somehow, a little scared.

Yuxuan ran out of the ward, wearing only a wide hospital uniform, barefoot and messy hair, falling down the corridor.

It's raining hard outside.

In front of the cold and large open space, a steaming mist rose.

The car parked in the torrential rain flashed a cold white light.

But where the line of sight can reach, it is fuzzy, dense with a layer of inseparable water vapor.

It's cold, it's cold.

Yuxuan's body was a little stiff, his hands around his chest, curled up and trembled.

The driver held up a big black umbrella and got out of the car.

But it wasn't Lao Chen, the driver. He looked up at the low-key luxury car, and it wasn't Bentley.

"Madam." The middle-aged man stepped forward, handed over the big black umbrella and said respectfully, "the president sent me to pick you up."

After taking the umbrella and opening it, Yuxuan was slightly stunned and wondered, "I don't seem to have seen you?"

Although she has not recovered from a high fever, looking back, she found that she has not seen the driver in Yuzun and Huadu capital, nor even the old house in blue sky and clear water bay.

Who is he?

"The president is rich and powerful. How can my wife see me as a small driver?" The driver smiled kindly, opened the back seat for her respectfully and explained politely.

Yuxuan paused for a moment and thought what he said was reasonable. After all, Li Beichen, President of Yuzun, has great power. A few more drivers, of course.

"Please."