Marriage is involuntary: Mr. Shen, please accept

Xu Qingyan was carried back to the villa by Shen Zhixing, the injury on her head did not heal, and with this ordeal, she developed a high fever at night, her whole body was as hot as a stove.

But she was sober, listening to the servants rushing in and out, but she thought it would be good to die like this.She didn't take a sip of the medicine Zhao Silan prescribed, not knowing if she wanted to torture herself or someone else.

The servant persuaded her several times, but she pretended not to hear under the quilt.

Until Shen Zhixing tore off her quilt, dragged her up from the bed, handed the medicine to her with a cold face, and menaced: "Drink the medicine, Xu Qingyan, if you really want to Die, I'll let your dad jump off the building first, so as not to send him a white-haired man to a black-haired man, what do you think? Huh?"

"Shen Zhixing! You bastard..."

"Haven't I always been in your eyes?"

She stared at him, her eyes were full of anger, but she knew that Shen Zhixing would do what he said, so she gritted her teeth, accepted her fate, took the pill, and swallowed it without water.

The bitter taste filled her mouth, but it would never be bitter in her heart.

"It's all right now, Mr. Shen."

Shen Zhixing looked at her haggard but full of hatred face, licked the corners of her thin and cool lips, and didn't bother her anymore: "Xu Qingyan, you'd better be honest, you know you can't get over the sky with me, Weigh and weigh your own identity, don't always do things that ask for trouble. If you want to die, some people will be buried with you, don't always challenge my patience."

After finishing speaking, his cell phone rang suddenly, and both of them were stunned. Shen Zhixing took out the cell phone to take a look, let go of her arm, and pressed answer: "Jiang Yuan? Why are you calling?"

Hearing this name, Xu Qingyan raised her head, watched him stretch her brows, and the anger on her face disappeared with the call, and she understood who the person on the other end of the phone was.

It should be Shen Zhiwei telling herself about the girlfriend who has been by Shen Zhixing's side all these years, the woman who is going to be engaged to him soon.

They didn't know what they were talking about, but Shen Zhixing's expression was always relaxed. After hanging up the phone, he turned around and saw Xu Qingyan looking at him coldly.

Jianmei frowned again, and said: "I still have some things to deal with, you'd better have your fever gone by the time I come back."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the room.

Looking at his back, Xu Qingyan felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained, she lay powerlessly on the bed, looked at the crystal chandelier above her head, and cried silently.

Her world collapsed, and from then on only hell remained...

When Shen Zhixing came down from upstairs, Zhao Silan sat on the sofa with an unhappy face. Seeing him, he covered his face and said, "Shen Zhixing, you are such a beast. You clearly know that she just woke up from a car accident. I don't know if there are any sequelae of the concussion. , To torment her, how much do you want her to die? If it keeps on like this, I won’t care about her illness in the future, I want to go back to the United States, I don’t want the person I worked so hard to save to be killed by you again.”

"Cure her, and I'll give you more money."

He lightly dropped a sentence, in a tone that could not be ignored, and Zhao Silan scolded his mother, wishing he could throw the coffee cup in his hand on his head.

"I'm short of your little money. If it weren't for the foreign friendship, do you think I will help you? I really don't know what you think. Do you want her to die or want her to live? Give it a good time." Let's talk."

Shen Zhixing didn't speak, walked to the sofa, picked up the car keys on the table, looked up at Zhao Silan, and said, "Now is not the time to let her die, there is still a lot of time in the future, I want her to watch the Xu family The family is ruined, just like Zhiwei and I did back then."

Zhao Silan was dumbfounded. After a long time, he took a deep breath and asked tentatively, "Shen Zhixing, are you serious? Doesn't your conscience ache?"

Shen Zhixing's face was indifferent: "Beasts don't need a conscience."