Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

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"Think carefully." Li Beijue said instead in a hurry for him to make a decision.

Nan Jianyuan looked at the dog and had to say against his will, "I have considered it clearly."

Li Beijue turned his hand and took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Huo Yi. After a while, Huo Yi got down from the Land Rover at the intersection and walked over quickly. Bend down respectfully, "Lord Sir."

"Give him something." Li Beijue's eagle glanced casually, his arrogant and handsome face suffocating.

Huo Yi took out a small bottle from his arms and put it on the table of Nanjianyuan, and stepped aside.

Nan Jianyuan stared at the bottle curiously for a few seconds, picked it up again, and couldn't help asking him, "What is this? Is it a drink?"

"Poison." Simple and rude enough!

Before Nan Jianyuan threw away the bottle in his hand, he heard Li Beijue's strong command, "Drink it!"

He seemed to be punched in the face, colorful, so wonderful. It took a long time to squeeze out the stiff facial features with a **** expression, "Drink, drink? Are you kidding me?!"

He pushed the bottle abruptly. "You said it was poison. I have a problem with my brain and I drink it."

He was not idle, so he gave himself two bottles of dichlorvos for fun.

"I just asked you to think about it clearly." Li Beijue didn't take his resistance to heart at all, and casually reminded him.

Nan Jianyuan's face flushed red, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to scold her, "You asked me to think about drinking poison!"

"Because I don't believe you." Li Beijue's dark eyes stared into his eyes, as if he could see through his heart, "You agree now, how can I make sure you won't run away in the future? I am too lazy to let people follow you 24 hours a day. Too troublesome."

In order not to drink the poison, Nan Jianyuan raised his left hand and swore, "No trouble or trouble, I promise I won't run!"

"I just believe you don't want to die." Direct enough and brutal enough!

Nan Jianyuan saw that no matter what he said, Li Beijue asked him to drink the bottle of unknown origin. He was so shaggy that he was about to lose sight of his original face and his facial features were about to squeeze together. He suddenly waved his hand and said, "I don't want to drink, you want to drink."

As soon as his voice fell, Huo Yi didn't know when he had hurried to his side, and the muzzle of the Browning's pistol fell silently on his waist.

Nan Jianyuan's muscles are stiff.

Li Beijue looked into his eyes, there was no mood swing on his handsome face, his thin rose-colored lips impatiently touched, "Drink!"

Nan Jianyuan felt that he was extremely impatient no matter how nervous.

He could also feel that the gun against his waist was not aimed at the deadly place, but a place where he might get half-bodied with one shot. His black and white eyes were filled with depression and bad luck, and he looked at Chi Enen, which was a grievance. Chi Eun was embarrassed to meet his gaze, don't start.

Sorry, she really wants to save Nono.

Seeing the last life-saving straw, Nan Jianyuan chose not to save him. He stretched out his hand, slowly picked up the bottle, and accepted his fate, "Speaking first, I don't want to see it for nothing! I have to collect money when I see a doctor."

Xuanhu Jishi also has to ask for money. He also needs to swipe his card to buy a locomotive. No one will give him money for nothing because of his excellent medical skills.

It is very expensive to raise one's own hobbies.

"Yes." The last thing Li Beijue lacks is money!

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