Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

She was more afraid of Zhan Beixiao's accident than anyone else, and he would leave.

Zhan Beixiao opened his eyes suddenly, the dark pupils were shining brightly.

He lowered his head, clasped her neck, and kissed her. Bai Yangyang didn't expect him to wake up, so he subconsciously leaned over there.

She was kissed very quickly, but Zhan Beixiao's back was seriously injured and he couldn't move at all.

Bai Yangyang blushed: "Stop kissing."

If you keep kissing, something will happen sooner or later.

The man clasped her wrist and rubbed it carefully: "When I fell, I thought of when you were in a car accident three years ago."

"At that time, I regretted that I failed to protect you, hurt you, and even reluctantly sent me away."

With a hoarse voice, water flashed in his eyes: "This time, I will protect you."

He doesn't feel pain.

Instead, I feel comforted from the bottom of my heart.

Bai Yangyang's nasal cavity was sore, she hugged his neck and pressed it against him: "From now on, you can't do this, I don't want anything to happen to you."

Zhan Beixiao patted her head, his face remained normal: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"It's getting late, sleep well."

Bai Yangyang squeezed his hand, closed his eyes, as if worried that he would leave, even in his sleep, he was reluctant to let go.

……

Jingbei.

The most luxurious hotel ever.

Inside the Presidential Suite.

"Wang Jue, don't worry, I will take him back to Hwaseong as soon as possible."

The man who spoke was wearing a black and white uniform, his temples were gray, and he was not angry.

This person is none other than Wang Jue's confidant - Steward Fei.

I don't know what was said there, but Steward Fei looked slightly solemn: "Don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter. Take care of your health."

After hanging up the phone, Butler Fei looked at Fei Li who was sitting in the suite.

"Duke, the prince has issued an order. This time, you will also go back to Huacheng together. The royal family has already known everything you did in Beijing. Please be mentally prepared."

Fei Li's face was pale, he never dreamed that Zhan Jinnan would do such a thing before he died.

What a waste of his planning for so long.

"Steward Fei, I was wrong this time, please give me and Wang Jue some good words."

As Fei Li said, he wanted to please Steward Fei.

Who knew that Steward Fei would not accept this at all: "Duke, the Duke has already intervened in this matter. I am just acting for the Duke. I have no say in these matters."

Fei Li's face suddenly changed.

Butler Fei has been with Wang Jue for decades, and has a lot of say in front of Wang Jue.

But this time, Steward Fei was determined not to interfere in this matter.

"Okay, I'll go first."

Fei Li left the hotel with a gloomy face and went back to Bo's house.

Bo Qing sat at the desk with an embarrassed look on his face, with a document in front of him.

"Qingqing."

Fei Li suppressed his displeasure, pretending to be relaxed and walked over.

Bo Qing raised his eyes, with a cold expression: "Duke Fei Li, we have known each other for so many years, but I didn't know you were from the Hwaseong royal family."

When Bo Qing met Fei Li, he was just a down-and-out painter.

She took the initiative to pursue her, and she put in a lot of effort, and finally got married, but the relationship between husband and wife was not harmonious.

She could feel that Fei Li was hiding many things from her.

She never asked, but that doesn't mean she didn't know what happened.

Now that all the piles are stacked together, Bo Qing clearly realizes that the man in front of her is not the down-and-out painter she liked at first, but a duke who is good at playing tricks and has deep thoughts!

She can't keep such a man.

Seeing that she knew everything, Fei Li stopped smiling, and his eyes dimmed: "Qingqing, it's my fault for hiding you, but you never asked me about my background, you thought I was a down-and-out painter."

Bo Qingteng stood up suddenly, his eyes were red: "Fei Li, are you ashamed of saying this? Since we knew each other, have you ever spoken the truth?"

When they got married, no one from Fei Li's side came to the wedding.

Fei Li said that his family was in decline, his parents died, and he had no contact with relatives.

Bo Qingxin.

But in fact, Fei Li's parents are living well, and they are even afraid of the position of the prince.

Fei Li said that he likes to paint, and she spent a lot of effort to get sponsors, invest, and help him hold art exhibitions, and brought him to the hot spot he is now.

But in fact, Fei Li didn't need her help at all.

He's a high-ranking duke who wants nothing more than sprinkles.

She is busy with business, and she has to do her best to treat Fei Li well.

He didn't give anything back.

Married for three years.

Every year he didn't remember his wedding anniversary, her birthday, let alone those festivals.

Bo Qing is not a little girl, and does not require a sense of ritual.

For the past three years, she has endured it.

As long as Fei Li wants, she can give anything.

But this person accepted all the things she gave, and even wanted to beat her up, saying that she was self-indulgent!
Her eyes were extremely complex, full of impatience, disgust, regret, and disappointment.

Fei Li's lips moved, his heart seemed to be clasped by two hands, he stepped forward and tried to hold Bao Qing's hand: "I lied to you, but I didn't intend to hurt you—"

"Then you can plot against me, or even use me?"

Bo Qing recalled the farce when he signed a cooperation with Zhan Jia some time ago: "You also have a part in the signing ceremony, right?"

"You knew Zhan Beixiao's true identity a long time ago. You secretly plotted to ruin this cooperation and put me under the pressure of the family, so you had to turn to Yu Li for help, didn't you?"

Bo Qing's pressing questions made Fei Li breathless for a moment.

Between them, he has always been held in the palm of his hand.

He had never seen such a hysterical Bao Qing.

A strange emotion surged into his heart, and Fei Li suppressed his throat: "Qingqing, I want to deal with Zhan Beixiao. I participated in that farce, but I never thought of forcing you to beg me."

"you are lying!"

"Fei Li, you have disappointed me so much."

Bo Qinghong focused her eyes, wiped the tears off her face for a long while, took the document, and threw it in front of Fei Li: "Sign, divorce."

In the past three years of marriage, Fei Li mentioned divorce.

Several times the two almost came to the point of falling apart, but they made up.

But this is the first time Bo Qing has filed for divorce.

Fei Li panicked, subconsciously held her hand: "Qingqing, I was wrong about the previous thing, don't get divorced, I can apologize."

"Yes, I'm hiding my real identity, but I just don't want you to be involved in the royal family—"

"Wrong." Bo Qing stared at Fei Li indifferently: "You didn't tell me your real identity, not because you were worried that I would be involved in royal disputes, but because you thought I would use this relationship to gain benefits."

Fei Li's face suddenly changed.

Yes.

He was so skeptical.

Since he was a child, there were countless people around him, all because of his halo, and no one really liked him.

He also thought so at first, Bo Qing just took a fancy to his face, so he concealed his identity.

But later, he really liked Bo Qing.

"Qingqing, that's not the case. You promised me that you would go to Hwaseong with me." Fei Li squeezed her shoulder, "I can give you whatever you want. If you go to Hwaseong, you will be the duchess. Children, career, love, I can give you all."