The president relies on me to continue his marriage

Suddenly, only the two of them were left in the huge warehouse.

Fu Yan stared at the other party's silver mask and sneered, "You're making it so mysterious? Since you don't want others to know your identity, why bother playing tricks here?"

"Fu Yan, long time no see, you are still so arrogant." The man said, his throat seemed to have been burned, and his voice was very hoarse.

Hearing this voice, Fu Yan's expression froze, watching his expression become serious.

The masked man stood up, his eyes glowing coldly, "You should, remember me?"

"It's...it's you." Fu Yan clenched her hand hanging by her side into a fist, "But aren't you dead?"

"Heh - of course you want me to die, but I was lucky enough to survive that fire." The man slowly approached him.

Fu Yan didn't back away in a hurry, the masked man stopped three steps away from him, and the atmosphere around them became even more stalemate.

"What on earth do you want to do? You also arranged for brother Mu's car accident?" Fu Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and her scrutiny wandered away from him.

"Is it important if I did it?" The masked man smiled meaningfully, "Don't worry, you have spent so much time to come to country C this time, today you are my guest, I will not treat my guest Hands-on. In addition, I have a big gift for you."

Thinking of all the previous experiences, Fu Yan looked at him with vigilant eyes.

The masked man looked at him deeply, and slowly took off his mask.

When she saw the other person's face, Fu Yan's eyes widened in shock...

At this time, domestic.

As night fell, Ji Beimu was lying on the hospital bed, looking back at the dark cloud-covered sky outside the window, his handsome face was also covered with a layer of haze.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to rest." Xia Yanxi helped him tuck in the quilt, her fingers brushed across his palm inadvertently.

She withdrew her hand like an electric shock, "Don't worry, I won't sleep with you in the ward tonight, you don't have to worry about me taking advantage of you again."

When the girl's soft fingertips touched him, Ji Beimu restrained his thoughts and glanced at his palm, as if there was still a little bit of her warmth on his skin.

Hearing her words, Ji Beimu narrowed his eyes slightly, "What trick did you come up with?"

"Tricks? I don't have one." Xia Yanxi pursed her lips, "I know you are still very repulsive to me now, but Mr. Fu asked me to take good care of you before leaving, that's why I...cough cough! Anyway, tonight I won't sleep here, I will rest at the door, if you need my help, just call me."

A few gleams of light flashed in the man's deep black eyes, "Do you want to rest in the corridor?"

His thin lips slowly rose, his eyes teasing, "Xia Yanxi, you really care about me."

Xia Yanxi opened her mouth, and after seeing his indifferent eyes, she finally swallowed all the thoughts in her heart.

No matter what she said now, Ji Beimu couldn't accept her, so any explanation would be futile.

"Go back, I have a lot of subordinates, and it's not your turn to take care of me." Ji Beimu's voice was cold.

"Are you driving me away?" Xia Yanxi frowned slightly.

The man replied blankly: "Maybe I'm caring about you, and I can't bear to make you too tired here, so I let you go home and sleep on a comfortable bed."

His words made people feel very warm at first, but coupled with his unwavering expression, it seemed contrary to harmony.

It seemed that the rhetoric was deliberately fabricated just to drive her away.

Xia Yanxi glanced at him dissatisfiedly, but finally gave up, "I see, I'm leaving now."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Walking out of the ward, Su Jiaying just arrived.

As soon as the two met, the surroundings immediately burned with raging anger.

Seeing Su Jiaying carrying big and small bags, combined with Ji Beimu's attitude towards her just now, some thoughts sprouted in Xia Yanxi's heart, and the light in her eyes dimmed a bit.

It turned out that he chose to drive her away because of Su Jiaying?

Xia Yanxi was not in the mood to tangle with her anymore, and walked towards the elevator expressionlessly.

Before Su Jiaying had time to say anything, seeing her leave like that, she immediately felt baffled.

But after thinking about it, a beaming smile appeared on her face again, and she gently pushed open the door of the ward.

As soon as she stepped in, she felt a low breath in the ward.

The man was lying on the bed, turning his head to look out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his whole body exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to.

Su Jiaying said cautiously: "Beimu, I brought the quilt here by myself, let me come here to take care of you tonight?"

Since Xia Yanxi was able to stay here last night, so can she!
As if his thoughts were interrupted, Ji Beimu turned his head and looked at her with cold eyes, "Get out!"

"Beimu..." Su Jiaying didn't expect him to treat her with such an attitude, biting her lips unwillingly.

"Don't make me say it a second time!" The man's face was gloomy, with a bit of violence mixed between his brows, and his patience was obviously exhausted.

Su Jiaying has known him for so many years, and although she has seen him lose his temper, she never thought that he would be so embarrassing.

She was so startled that her brain went blank, and she couldn't hold the object firmly in her hand for a while, and it fell to the ground with a "ping, ping, pong, pang, pang".

But now, she didn't have the heart to pick them up one by one, and there was only one thought left in her mind.

Run away!
Su Jiaying ran out of the ward and ran all the way to the elevator before stopping, panting heavily.

After a while, she calmed down a little, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

What happened to Ji Beimu tonight?Could it be that Xia Yanxi made him angry?
In the ward, Ji Beimu sat up on the bed.

He pressed his big palm on his heart, and the uneasiness in his heart was not weakened, but even more intense.

Ji Beimu picked up his phone and dialed Fu Yan's number.

A few hours ago, he had inexplicably had a bad premonition.

The phone rang a few times and was answered immediately. Fu Yan's voice came over, "Brother Mu, what's wrong?"

"Are you okay?" Ji Beimu asked, although his voice was flat, but the strength of his grip on the phone suddenly increased, and the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing violently.

Fu Yan is his brother who grew up wearing a pair of pants together, and his importance to him is self-evident.

"I'm fine. I've just arrived in country C. Don't worry, we also have a lot of forces in country C, not to mention there are bodyguards guarding me. I won't let myself and my brothers get hurt."

Fu Yan's voice was very calm, without any strangeness.

Only then did Ji Beimu's hanging heart calm down, "Yeah."

After hanging up the phone, he put the phone aside, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xia Yanxi's bedding in the ward before she could take it away.

Thinking of what happened last night, Ji Beimu smiled knowingly.