Chapter 2017

Mu Yanfeng looked at the little secretary and understood it all. In fact, it's not surprising that Feng Sinan should be a classic representative of the rich, enjoying the money, power, status and women he has.

"Yeming, talk to Mr. Feng slowly. I'll go back first."

Feng Sinan's arrival saved all this in time. Jun Xiqing took the opportunity to go first.

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Mu Yanfeng didn't talk to Feng Sinan. Feng Sinan was not a simple person. If he spoke too much, the flaws came out, and Feng Sinan didn't have any interest in chatting. With a few words, Mu Yanfeng left.

Muyanfeng returns to his room. He always feels that something bad will happen these days. There is always a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.

Muyanfeng walked in the corridor and went to Jun Xiqing's room. At this time, the light in the corridor suddenly went out.

There was darkness in sight.

What's going on?

Mu Yanfeng was alert quickly. He smelled an unusual smell.

The next second, with a bang, the fire glass window beside him burst and cracked, and many glass fragments flew to his face.

It was too dark in the sight. Muyan Feng couldn't avoid it. He was cut by several pieces of glass.

Ah!

Mu Yanfeng cried out in pain. He felt his face bleeding.

In order to copy himself into Lu Yeming's appearance, he has moved a lot of cosmetic knives. This handsome face is extremely precious and can't be injured at all. Once injured, he is in danger of disfigurement.

His face!

His face!

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Muyanfeng returned to his room. He stood in front of the washstand and looked at himself in the mirror. There were several blood marks on his handsome face.

He was horrified to find that his face was a little deformed.

"President Lu... President Lu, I've checked. The fire glass window burst by itself. It's a complete accident. It's not artificial. We're sorry to hurt you. The doctor is here. Let the doctor wrap you up." The manager of the villa trembled.

Was it an accident, not man-made?

Mu Yanfeng's two big palms pulled on the washstand with a gloomy face. Would he believe this?

It must be man-made. Someone is going to destroy his face!

Who is it?

Mu Yanfeng brushed all the things on the washstand to the ground and said angrily, "get out, get out!"

"Yes, it's president Lu." People outside quickly stayed.

Yan Feng knocked on the door again.

"Get out, get out!"

"Yeming, what's the matter with you? I just heard that you were injured and hurt your face. Is it serious? Show me." Jun Xiqing's flexible and pleasant voice sounded outside the door.

As soon as Mu Yanfeng stagnated, Jun Xiqing came.

Looking at his deformed handsome face in the mirror, he naturally dared not go out to see her.

He wants a doctor to reshape himself.

"Qingqing, I'm fine. Everyone is tired today. Go back and have a rest early." Mu Yanfeng said.

"OK, Yeming, I'll go."

Jun Xiqing left.

She's gone.

Mu Yanfeng listens to her disappearing footsteps and suddenly thinks of a possibility. Will Lu Yeming not die?

If Lu Yeming is not dead

Mu Yanfeng quickly stood up straight. He showed a strange smile. He must find Lu Yeming!

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Jun Xiqing came to the VIP area again and knocked on the door of room 602.

Soon, with a click, the door opened, and a handsome figure, Feng Sinan, stood by the door.

Jun Xiqing looked inside over Feng Sinan, "Yeming, I want to see Lu Yeming."

Feng Sinan didn't loosen the door handle, and his tall body blocked the door. "Yeming has left the sterile room for a long time, and his health is getting worse and worse. I'm going to take him back tonight."

Jun Xiqing's slender feather quivers. Is he leaving?

But she didn't want to be separated from him.

"Yeming's body must stay in the sterile room all the time. I'll take him away. He hasn't agreed yet. Miss Jun, you'll convince him, won't you?" Feng Sinan's deep narrow eyes fell on her spiritual eyes.

He was in poor health and needed to be treated in the sterile room. Jun Xiqing understood. Although her heart was sour, she nodded, "I will."

Feng Sinan left.

Jun Xiqing entered the room and closed the door.

There was no one in the room, and there was no figure of Lu Yeming.

Where did he go?

At this time, Jun Xiqing saw a thin figure on the balcony. Lu Yeming stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets. The light on the balcony was not on. His body was plated in the dark and almost integrated with the night.

He stood there quietly, with some suffocating loneliness in his silence.

Jun Xiqing felt a sudden pain in her heart. It seemed that a big palm held her heart tightly and made her unable to breathe. She knew that he didn't mind. She didn't mind Mu Yanfeng pressing her on the door panel to bully, and he couldn't do anything.

He used to be a proud son of heaven, but now he is so weak that he can't protect his own woman and son. His heart must be very painful.

Jun Xiqing stepped forward, stretched out two small hands to hold his thin waist, and held him tightly from behind.

She rubbed her dusty and beautiful face on his back. She said softly, "Yeming, why are you standing here? It's cold outside. Let's go back to the room."

Lu Yeming slowly turned around, stretched out his big hand, held her cool little hand, pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently, "is it very cold?"

Jun Xiqing quickly closed her eyes, and the tears in her eyes were about to fall in such a moment.

She leaned her little head against his chest. His body was not as fine and strong as before, but her ears were close to his heart. Listening to his slow and calm heartbeat, she suddenly felt secure.

"I just told you to stay in the sterile room."

Lu Yeming pasted her pale handsome face on her forehead and gently pulled the corners of her lips, "well, I've been in the sterile room for more than half a year and lying in the hospital bed all day. Many medical experts or professors came to give me injections and feed me medicine."

His tone was very plain, even a few simple words, and he didn't want to say more, but Jun Xiqing felt another pain in his heart.