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

Standing tremblingly by the bed waiting for his husband to punish him, Fu Yang's back was already soaked in cold sweat.

"Book the earliest flight."

He Jingyuan, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth, but instantly startled Abby who was still frozen in place.

Biting her lips aggrievedly and looking at the gloomy He Jingyuan, Abby tugged on his sleeve unwillingly.

"Brother Jingyuan, do you actually love her so much?"

He Jingyuan glanced at her coldly, unbuttoned her with a pale face, and took off his clothes directly.

Seeing this, Abby's face suddenly turned pale, and the hands that were holding her sleeves tightened slightly.

Staring at He Jingyuan in disbelief, Abby almost burst into tears.

"Brother Jingyuan, I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't do this, okay? Don't ignore me, okay?"

Abby's tone was obviously crying, and He Jingyuan's body froze for a moment, before he uttered a word after a long time.

"It's not an example."

Hearing this, Abby quickly nodded viciously, "Well, well, there won't be a next time. Since Brother Jingyuan wants to return to China, let's go back to China."

Unexpectedly, Abby would let go so easily, Fu Yang raised his eyes to look at her, just in time to see the flash of jealousy in her eyes.

Fu Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that Abby was clearly making progress by retreating.

Just as she was thinking about it, Abby suddenly gave him a cold look, and a weird smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Fu Yang's guess was right, as soon as he left the ward, Abby quickly followed him out.

"Fu Yang, wait a moment."

Hearing Abby's voice, Fu Yang frowned, but still stopped in his tracks.

"Miss Abby, what can I order?"

Abby glanced at him contemptuously, and ordered in a cold tone: "Help me book a plane at the same time as Brother Jingyuan."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, frowned and shook her head again.

"Forget it, Brother Jing Yuan's wound is still not healed, and his body is still very weak. Just use my private jet. After Brother Jing Yuan tells me the time, he will tell me right away."

Fu Yang's heart skipped a beat, he had no idea that Abby wanted to go back to China with her husband.

The deep eyes of the gentleman suddenly appeared in his mind, and Fu Yang shook his body, "Miss Abby, forgive me for not being able to disclose the itinerary of the gentleman to you."

As he said that, noticing Abby's gloomy face, he paused, and added: "However, Miss Abby can ask Mr.

Abby snorted coldly, and glared at him fiercely, "Why, you just refused to say a word!?"

Although fine sweat had already oozed from his forehead, Fu Yang straightened his back and firmly rejected her.

"It's not that this subordinate refuses to tell you, it's just that Mr. has ordered before that his whereabouts are not to be disclosed to anyone."

"including me!?"

Abby raised her voice, disbelief on her face.

Fu Yang nodded in embarrassment, "Including you!"

After casting a cold glance at Fu Yang, Abby turned around and left the hospital stepping on her high heels.

Standing in place and watching Abby's back disappearing into the corner of the wall, Fu Yang stood there in thought for a few seconds, then turned and returned to the ward.

"Sir, Miss Abby just told you that you can use her private jet to return home."

"Then arrange it now!"

He Jingyuan raised his eyelids after not seeing Fu Yang go out to make arrangements for a while, and saw Fu Yang standing there with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Anything else?"

Fu Yang pursed his lips, "Miss Abby asked when you will return to China, and wants to go back to China with you."

He Jingyuan seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and said lightly, "Reveal this news to the old man."