The president relies on me to continue his marriage

Ye Moqing's voice from the phone resounded throughout the room!

Xia Yanxi froze instantly when she slapped the back of Ji Beimu's hand.

The man on the bed turned pale suddenly, opened his scarlet eyes, and cut off the call without saying a word.

The room became quiet again.

Weirdly quiet.

Ji Beimu sat up from the bed.

Xia Yanxi's hand that was holding him also slipped down.

So, she guessed right.

The real purpose of her marrying into Ji's family is to perform a heart transplant on Ji Beimu!
For a moment, Xia Yanxi didn't know what expression to use to look at him.

Can she not be afraid of death?
How many people in this world are truly not afraid of death.

But if she is unwilling to transplant her heart to Ji Beimu.

Then he must not live for a year.

Between them, only one is destined to live!
"Third Master, I will listen to you." After a long time, a smile appeared in front of her.

The smile was bitter, but with determination.

It was Ji Beimu who gave her a new life, and her life belonged to him long ago.

She doesn't have any chips to fight for her own life, and she doesn't want to break her promise for her own selfish desires.

Human debt is the hardest to pay.

Ji Beimu saved her brother, so she had to do something for him too.

"Shut up!" The man squeezed out two cold words from between his teeth.

What do you mean by listening to him?
What's with the determination in this girl's eyes now? !
Ji Beimu's big palm grabbed her chin violently, forcing the girl to meet his gaze.

"That's right, your life and death can only be decided by me, if you dare to mess around, I can't spare you!"

The cool voice was full of threats.

Xia Yanxi was so upset that she didn't understand what he meant by this for a moment.

The man quickly got out of bed, took out his shirt and trousers from the closet and changed into them.

A dark black suit made him taller and slender, and his handsome face showed no expression at all.

His empty and cold eyes swept over her quickly, and immediately sat on the wheelchair, pressing the button on the armrest of the wheelchair to control the wheelchair to leave the room.

The door was slammed shut with a bang.

After a while, Xia Yanxi finally came back to her senses.

She stood up and walked to the window, and saw Ji Beimu being carried into a black Hummer by Zhao Bin and bodyguards.

One second before entering the car, the man seemed to have sensed her presence, and his eyes suddenly projected in her direction.

Xia Yanxi was afraid of that dangerous cold light, so she dodged subconsciously.

She went back to the bed and sat down, stroking the place where the man had just been lying.

His body temperature still remained on it, and the real touch made her heart tremble.

Since she is Ji Beimu's suitable heart transplant recipient, why does he keep delaying the operation?
Mu's Manor, study room.

"boom!"

With a cold face, Ji Beimu slammed the teacup in his hand at the man in front of him.

Ye Moqing was kneeling on the ground, even if the hot tea made his skin ache, he didn't dare to avoid it at all.

The teacup fell to the ground with a "bang" and broke into several pieces.

Zhao Bin stood aside, looking terrified.

Just now when Ji Beimu left Ji's house in a hurry, he could see that he was in a bad mood.

Unexpectedly, they came for Ye Moqing again.

The man's hands on the armrest of the wheelchair clenched into fists.

"Third Master, even if you take my life today, I will still say the same."

Ye Moqing picked up the fragments of the teacup in front of him one by one. The sharp corners of the fragments cut his palm, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

After picking up all the pieces and throwing them into the trash can, Ye Moqing continued to maintain his kneeling posture.

"Brothers have been with you for so many years, you are our backbone, if you really can't survive this year, then we..."

"Oh!"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Beimu raised his foot and kicked him hard in the chest.

Ye Moqing fell to the ground immediately, but didn't even look dissatisfied.

When the man stared at him, his eyes were stern, and Zhao Bin was also terrified as he watched from the side.

The third master is really angry!

"From now on, if you dare to intervene in my affairs again, you will never appear in front of me again in this life!"

Ji Beimu's voice was ruthless and decisive.

Ye Moqing raised her eyes abruptly, and smiled wryly, "I think the third master is confused! It's just a woman, worthy of your all-out maintenance?"

"Hiss—" Hearing his words, Zhao Bin gasped in shock.

No matter where Miss Xia is in Mr. Ji's heart, no one else can tell her what to do!

He winked wildly at Ye Mo, but the other party didn't take him seriously at all.

"come over."

Ji Beimu lowered his eyes and looked at Ye Moqing expressionlessly.

His eyes seemed to be looking at a dead object.

Ye Moqing was like a marionette in front of him, except for those rebuttal words just now, she didn't dare to disobey him in other ways.

He moved his knees as if death was at home, and approached Ji Beimu little by little while maintaining a kneeling posture.

Just one step away from Ji Beimu, his throat was suddenly firmly locked by a powerful palm!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

His breath was quickly drained, but Ye Moqing did not dare to resist.

He kept his eyes down, not looking directly at Ji Beimu.

Zhao Bin watched anxiously from the sidelines.

He looked at Ye Moqing, then at Ji Beimu, and finally knelt down in front of Ji Beimu with a "plop".

"Third Master! Although Mr. Ye said something wrong, his original intention was for your own good. Just let him go this time."

After Zhao Bin finished speaking, he noticed a cold and stern gaze shooting towards him.

He hurriedly buried his head deeper, and his heart broke out in cold sweat for Ye Moqing.

Since the third master was betrayed by a confidant six years ago, his temperament has changed drastically.

Ruthlessness is his byword.

So what if it's someone who has been by his side all year round?

Until, Ye Moqing couldn't even make a coughing sound, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

The image of noon poured down through the window, and the copper ring on Ji Beimu's finger reflected light.

The movement of the man's hand paused, and then he let go of Ye Moqing.

"From now on, it's as if I've never met you before."

There was no trace of warmth in Ji Beimu's black pupils, and he turned the wheelchair around him and left.

"Third Master! Are you trying to distance yourself from me?"

Ye Moqing took a few breaths and asked in disbelief.

Ji Beimu didn't pause at all, his tall back was determined.

Zhao Bin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and lowered his voice to remind Ye Mo: "The third master is willing to let you go, which is already showing mercy. Mr. Ye, I hope you can remember the lesson of the third master today."

He also didn't want to see Ye Moqing step on Ji Beimu's bottom line again, and really die in Ji Beimu's hands!

After Zhao Bin left, Ye Moqing knelt in the study alone for a long time.

After a long time, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

The entire Chinese tunic suit was completely torn off, and the upper body covered with scars was clearly reflected in the mirror.

Under the sunlight, the vertical and horizontal scars reflected the cold light like a sharp knife.

Scenes from the past played quickly in his mind, Ye Moqing's cold face was firm.

He was originally a man at the end of the road, but Ji Beimu gave him the opportunity to continue living in this world.

He can't just watch Ji Beimu die like this!

In this world, someone has to make sacrifices.

Since Ji Beimu was reluctant to do anything to Xia Yanxi.

Then, let him be the bad guy!

Ye Moqing put on her clothes neatly, and took out a sharp knife from the desk cabinet...