Marriage of a wealthy family: the cold-blooded president lightly teases

Meanwhile, the United States.

He Jingyuan stood by the bed with his back straight, looking at the man sitting on the bed expressionlessly.

The fierceness and majesty in the man's eyes are still so sharp, it seems that time has not taken away anything from him.

"I heard that you are in city A, married to the Bai family?"

Seeing the strange look in the man's eyes, He Jingyuan moved his fingertips by his side and nodded solemnly.

"Well, we just had an engagement party a few months ago."

After the voice fell, the ward fell silent for an instant, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little stagnant.

"Dad, I made your favorite pizza."

With a plate in her hand, Abby pushed the door open with a smile and entered.

Seeing He Jingyuan standing in the room, her eyes lit up, and she walked quickly to the table and put down the pizza in her hand.

"Brother Yuan is here? I haven't seen you for a long time. Abby misses you so much."

As she spoke, Abby grabbed He Jingyuan's arm and shook it, looking like a little girl.

The man on the hospital bed seemed to like Abby's youthful look very much. His face was still piercingly cold, but there was a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Why do you have time to come here today? Dad has called you so many times, but you haven't come yet."

The man's tone of voice was as cold as ever, but Abby didn't seem to feel it at all, she sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and threw herself into the man's arms.

"No, it's obvious that my father thinks I'm annoying and too busy. Every time I call you, you hang up before you can say a few words."

He rubbed Abby's head amusingly, and the smile in the corner of the man's eyes deepened.

"Okay, okay, stop acting, I'm tired of watching it. You go out first, and I'll explain something to Jing Yuan, and I'll return him to you."

Hearing the man's words, He Jingji's eyes flashed coldly, and he clenched the hand by his side tightly, and after a while, he slowly let go.

After Abby left, the ward became quiet again.

The man looked at He Jingyuan for a long time before he sighed deeply.

"How about an old saying? Time makes people old..."

Silently listening to the man's exclamation, He Jingyuan quietly stood there waiting for his next sentence.

Sure enough, the man's next sentence changed sharply, and his tone was harsh: "The brothers who fought together back then were all old, but some became more greedy as they got older. During this time, get rid of Joseph!"

He Jingyuan moved his fingertips, pursed his thin lips, and nodded after a long while.

"Well. You have a good rest."

After finishing speaking, He Jingyuan turned around and left the ward.

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, and finally disappeared.

The man who was half leaning on the hospital bed turned his head to look out the window. After a long time, he sighed softly and coughed violently.

He took a tissue from the table and put it near his mouth, covered his mouth and coughed heart-piercingly again.

After a while, he finally stopped coughing, lingering like an old man on the verge of death.

Looking up, he caught a glimpse of his pale face and a little bit of redness at the corner of his mouth in the opposite mirror, his sharp eyes narrowed fiercely, and he threw away the tissue in his hand that was half soaked in blood.

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After leaving the hospital and returning to the villa, He Jingyuansen threw his coat to the servant with a cold face, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and tugged at his tie irritably.

Fu Yang had just passed the phone call with China, and looked up in fear at the door where no one could be seen, took several deep breaths, and then walked into the hall with heavy steps.

As soon as he entered the hall, he was startled by He Jingyuan's gloomy expression on the sofa.

Thinking of the phone call just now, Fu Yang swallowed hard, and finally walked to the sofa.

"Sir... Mr. He, let's do it."

"Um?"

He Jingyuan lowered his eyes to cover the coldness in his eyes, his hand holding the tea cup tightened slightly, his fingertips were as white as paper.

Fu Yang quietly raised his eyes and glanced at him, suddenly he was alert, his whole body trembled, and then he continued to report with trembling lips.

"Madam...Madam was tied up to the old man's warehouse in the western suburbs..."

After finishing these words with difficulty, Fu Yang closed his eyes, his expression already showing a heroic sacrifice.

"Bang!"

The teacup was smashed hard on the ground and made a loud noise. Fu Yang shook his body and his legs were a little weak.

He Jingyuan suddenly sat up from the sofa, and threw all the teapots and cups on the table to the ground with a wave of his hand.

The hot tea splashed everywhere, and the delicate ceramic teapot and teacups were left in fragments all over the place.

The servants in the villa were so frightened that they didn't dare to speak out, they all breathed lightly and lowered their heads, doing the work at hand seriously and neatly, for fear of He Jingyuan's anger.

"how is she?"

He clearly wanted to kill someone in anger, but He Jingyuan's tone was surprisingly calm.

Hearing this, Fu Yang's hands beside him were already clenched into fists, his back was completely soaked, as if he had just stepped out of the water.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something about City A, but his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

After hearing Fu Yang's answer for a long time, He Jingyuan's eyes were red, and he went around the sofa with a gloomy face, walked in front of Fu Yang and strangled him fiercely by the neck.

"how is she!?"

Almost roaring, He Jingyuan's tone trembled, and he lifted Fu Yang up directly with his palms.

The air was pulled away instantly, Fu Yang blushed and wanted to speak but couldn't speak.

He could only look down at He Jingyuan silently, waiting for He Jingyuan to let him down.

Throwing Fu Yang to the ground fiercely, He Jingyuan looked down at him condescendingly, like a devil who came out of hell, and squeezed out a word between his teeth.

"Say!"

"Ahem...the warehouse...the warehouse exploded...I couldn't find it...Madam..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yang was kicked by the furious He Jingyuan and hit the leg of the dining table, and he immediately curled up in pain.

The hand on the side was clenched fiercely, and the nails pierced the palm, causing sharp pain.

He Jingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe... Didn't find it?! You actually told me that I didn't find it!?"

He walked up to Fu Yang in three or two steps, stretched out his hand to grab Fu Yang's neck, and lifted him to stand up. He Jingyuan directly forced Fu Yang to hit the edge of the dining table before stopping.

"Check! Check now!"

Letting go of Fu Yang, He Jingyuan pursed his lips and stood there for a few seconds, then turned and went back to the study.

Turn on the computer and start a video chat with Yi Hao.

"Hey, who offended our First Young Master He again, look at this expression, tsk tsk..."

"Now, use our people from the He family immediately."

The understatement made Yi Hao sit up straight on the computer side in an instant.

"Now? Didn't we agree that half a year later..."

"Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

Startled by the furious He Jingyuan, Yi Hao's hands trembled a little, and he quickly took out his phone and sent a message.

Fearing that He Jingyuan's anger would spread to him, Yi Hao lowered his head and quickly sent a message, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll make arrangements right now!"