The president relies on me to continue his marriage

The man stared at the ceiling indifferently, as if he didn't take their argument seriously.

"Beimu..." Su Jiaying bit her lips unwillingly.

Ji Beimu finally looked at her, "You stayed outside last night?"

Upon hearing this, Su Jiaying's eyes lit up, and she said as if asking for credit: "Yeah, I was worried about what happened to you in the middle of the night, so I didn't sleep all night."

"Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest first." Ji Beimu said.

Su Jiaying was taken aback, "But I..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Beimu interrupted indifferently, "I don't want you to collapse in front of me from exhaustion. If something happens to you, I can't explain it to your brother."

Su Jiaying looked at him a few more times with a complicated expression.

At first glance, Ji Beimu's words sounded like he was thinking of her, but after serious analysis, he would find that his so-called concern for her was only because of her deceased brother.

Noticing that the man's brows were slightly furrowed, he was obviously impatient.

Su Jiaying didn't dare to challenge his patience any more, and said sullenly, "I see, I'm leaving now."

When she left, eyes full of hatred swept across Xia Yanxi's body.

Xia Yanxi pursed her lips indifferently, and sat by the hospital bed and fed the bowl of millet porridge to Ji Beimu.

During this period, she also clearly noticed that the man's attitude towards her was no longer as repulsive as yesterday.

After breakfast, the doctor came to examine him.

"The physical indicators are pretty normal, but your memory..." the doctor asked after deliberation.

"Still can't remember." Ji Beimu stared at Xia Yanxi expressionlessly.

Xia Yanxi lowered her eyes in disappointment, her expression a little lonely.

The doctor said: "Although it's a pity, after all, you just woke up, and you can't make too many demands on your body now. If you really can't remember, don't think about it first, so as not to backfire and burden your brain .”

Ji Beimu nodded.

Doctors and nurses left one after another.

"Are you disappointed?" After a moment of silence in the ward, a man's inquiring voice sounded.

Xia Yanxi raised her head and stared at him seriously.

There was no wave on the man's sharp-edged face, as if there was really no way to remember her.

Xia Yanxi sighed deeply, "I can't say I'm disappointed, I'm just worried about your physical condition."

"Is it just like that?" Ji Beimu's eyes fell on the two marriage certificates, "If I can't remember you for the rest of my life, I will consider dissolving the marriage with you."

The implication is that he will divorce her.

Although they had separated before, Xia Yanxi still felt uncomfortable when she heard such words.

Ji Beimu rubbed his chin in thought, "After the marriage is dissolved, I will give you a sum of money. But I don't like to be confused, so I hope you will stop disturbing my life after you get the money."

"Ji Beimu, I won't take a penny from you." Xia Yanxi pursed her lips, "Although when I first got together with you, it was indeed to get my brother's surgery fee, so I did it I accepted the happy conditions proposed by the Ji family. But now—"

Her feelings for this man are deeply ingrained, how could it be wiped away with money.

Ji Beimu's eyes flashed a hint of ridicule, but his face was still serious, "You don't want to take my money, so you want to continue to be my wife?"

"No, I won't force you." Xia Yanxi clasped her hands together, her tone a little heavy, "After your body gradually recovers, even if you choose to let me leave, I won't pester you anymore."

"Really? Then I hope you will do what you say." The man casually picked up the documents that were put aside and began to read them carefully.

Xia Yanxi saw that he didn't plan to continue talking on this issue, and she didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel sad.

She wisely didn't say anything more, and stood quietly aside.

During this period, Ji Beimu occasionally asked her to serve tea and water, but she didn't complain at all.

On the other side, country C.

As soon as Fu Yan got off the plane, he was surrounded by a group of people.

"Who are you?" Fu Yan frowned vigilantly looking at those menacing people standing in front of him.

The leader was a bald man, looking at him with meaningful eyes, "Didn't you come to see us?"

Fu Yan's face became more serious, "What do you mean by that?"

"Ji Beimu's car accident—" the bald man said meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yan immediately rushed over and grabbed his collar, "You did it? Who are you?"

Seeing his actions, the bodyguards immediately confronted the bald man's subordinates.

Seeing that the two teams were about to fight, the bald man made a gesture to his subordinates.

The subordinates had no choice but to stand still. Fu Yan's bodyguards stared at each other coldly, and did not act in a hurry, waiting for Fu Yan's order.

"Say! Who are you?" Fu Yan stared at the bald man's expression without any improvement.

The bald man raised his eyebrows, "Want to know? Come with me."

After he finished speaking, he looked towards a place.

"Don't play tricks!" Fu Yan let him go and warned viciously.

The bald man shrugged, "I'm just following other people's arrangements. If you're really scared, you can leave now."

After he finished speaking, he walked in that direction.

Fu Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and a reminder from the bodyguard came from her ear: "Boss Fu, be careful of fraud."

"We have just arrived, and they are waiting for us here, it seems that they came prepared." Fu Yan lowered her eyes, "Now the clue is in front of us, if we give up this time, we will definitely end up empty-handed. "

"But……"

"Okay, now that I'm here, I'm already mentally prepared. Haven't we suffered a lot in these years?" Fu Yan patted his subordinate on the shoulder.

The subordinates sighed softly, but they also knew that this was their fate, so they could only keep up.

Fu Yan followed the bald man all the way to an abandoned factory.

The bald man stopped at the factory gate, looked at Fu Yan and said, "Our boss only wants to see one person."

"You mean, they all have to stay here?" Fu Yan raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips curled up in an evil curve.

"I know what you are worried about, but since you have come to our territory, you have to follow our rules."

Fu Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and inspected him with scrutiny.

The bald man pushed open the door of the warehouse. There were two chairs in the warehouse, one of which was empty, and a man wearing a silver mask sat on the other.

Other than that, there are no other people or things in the warehouse.

"Now, can you rest assured?" the bald man asked him.

Fu Yan snorted coldly, "I want to see what the hell you guys are doing!"

He put his hands into his coat pockets, fumbled for the handle of the pocket knife inside, and then walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the warehouse, the door of the warehouse was immediately closed by the bald man.