Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

Qin Shu briefly introduced Si Chen's situation.

Hearing that this young man was from the Youlan clan, Shen Mu couldn't help being surprised.

But seeing that Qin Shu seemed to have plans, he didn't delve into it too much, and waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can arrange it. But..."

Shen Mu suddenly thought of something, and after a short pause, he asked casually, "What name do you plan to keep him here?"

At least, he must be able to convince those old guys in the courtyard.

Not everyone can enter the National Hospital casually.

Qin Shu had already considered this point, turned his eyes to look at the young man, and then turned to Shen Lao, with a slight arc on his lips, and said in a soft voice: "My patient."

Under Qin Shu's arrangement, "Patient Sichen" lived in the empty room left by Bai Yuanmei after she left, right next door to her.

She said that the teenager's symptoms are strange, and they are no different from ordinary people when they don't attack. Once they attack, they are very dangerous, and the attack time is uncertain, so they need to stay close and observe.

In this way, the young man was imprisoned in the national hospital in a disguised form, and his every move was under Qin Shu's control.

Of course, the young man was dissatisfied with such treatment.

Qin Shu said directly: "You can refuse, but don't follow me in the future."

The boy was gone all of a sudden.

The Xin family mansion.

When the last rays of the setting sun disappeared over the wall, Xin Bao'e had already stood in the yard all afternoon.

Her slender and thin figure looked a little lonely and weak.

The passing servants gave her pitying eyes, but they dared not stop by her side.

Everyone knew that it was General Xin who ordered Miss Fourth to stand in the yard as punishment.

As for the reason - I only know that it is related to Mrs. Xin's illness, but I don't know the details.

No one dared to ask such a thing.

As the dusk deepened, the lights in the yard came on one by one, casting Xin Baoe's figure as a slender shadow on the ground.

The night wind was blowing on her body, bringing a biting chill, she couldn't help shivering slightly, her calves and waist were already sore and swollen, but she kept clenching her teeth tightly to prevent herself from falling down.

She knew that she made a big mistake this time - she shouldn't have asked An Ruoqing to save Aunt Ping!

When her father reprimanded herself in the study, the words kept echoing in her mind——

"If you ignore Lu Mengping's crimes and try to save her just because she is your biological mother, then where do you put the law? Where is the justice in your heart?!

"If you make a mistake, you must be punished and corrected! This is what Ruoqing and I have warned you four brothers and sisters since we were young. If you can't even do the most basic things of telling right from wrong and distinguishing good from evil, it will be a waste of money for my Xin family." Children!"

When his father said these words to himself, his tone was unprecedentedly annoyed and disappointed.

She suddenly woke up: the rescue of Lu Mengping from prison has already touched her father's bottom line, if it continues, the consequences will be disastrous...

Everything she owns now was given by the Xin family, and Aunt Ping is just a servant of the Xin family who made a mistake. Even if she is rescued, so what?

This afternoon, she has been thinking about this question.

During the afternoon when she was punished to stand, Xin Sheng never even took a look.

When the last light in the courtyard came on, he suddenly appeared.

The tall and stalwart figure stood under the lights in the corridor, and his majestic and solemn face was reflected in the dim light.

Xin Bao'e could feel his unusually sharp eyes staring at her without looking up.

She unconsciously straightened her stiff back.

Xin Sheng's cold and deep voice sounded in the night wind: "Have you thought it through?"

Xin Bao'e took a breath of the cool air, and when she opened her mouth, she felt that her tongue was also a little stiff from the cold.

But she still admitted her mistake in the most pious voice possible: "Father, I was wrong."