Yuxuan has his familiar taste. It may be an illusion, but it is so sweet.

She still didn't let go. Across that layer of shirt, she felt the temperature, which made her feel ironed and at ease.

After a long time, she didn't wake up.

Maybe he really had no strength. In the end, his thin fingers had little strength and held them softly at his waist.

Her breath was heavy and wet, and she breathed on his shirt.

Mingming could get away, but Li Beichen didn't.

When I turned my face, I saw her slightly closed eyes. Her long curled eyelashes were wet, like shrubs on the edge of late autumn morning, with thick mist on the cloth.

He knows that her double eyelids are very deep, which makes her eyes beautiful.

The color of the pupil should be amber. It seems that there is no solidification, which is difficult for people to extricate themselves.

I can't remember when I had such a deep memory of her everywhere.

Oh, this woman, what virtue and ability.

That's ridiculous.

The mood of being annihilated in an instant is almost painful.

The doctor on duty knocked on the door tremblingly and swallowed the throat in fear: "Mr. Li, are you looking for me?"

With dignity, he took back his arm and stroked the shirt torn and wrinkled by Yuxuan.

Lift her eyes, dangerously collect her long and narrow eyes, and her low voice is cold and terrible. "Listen to me. If her fever hasn't subsided before I come back, there will be no hospital in Shencheng from now on."

“——”

The chief doctor suddenly shook, his face turned pale, his heart jumped out of his throat and hesitated with trembling, "President Li, we will... Take good care of Mrs. Li."

Li Beichen didn't speak, and his deep eyes looked forward.

He spread his slender straight legs and walked outside the ward.

The leather shoes calmly stepped on the ground filled with disinfectant, and the sharp sound deterred all the doctors and nurses present. They only felt thrilling——

A few hours ago, when Li Beichen appeared here with a cold face and a wet woman in his arms, the powerful atmosphere was so terrible that no one dared to approach.

The rain dripped from the resolute and cold handsome face, obviously covered with embarrassment, but there was no trace of disorder.

His eyes fell, like bone piercing ice, and everyone shook hard.

It's really like the murderous spirit of hell.

How worried are you about the woman in your arms?

Just one look makes people feel there is no hiding place.

I want to escape. I don't want to escape for a moment.

"President." The driver, who had been waiting for a long time, respectfully opened the door for him.

Li Beichen sat back with long legs overlapping and leaned obliquely.

He didn't smoke a cigarette between his bony fingers.

Just under the smoke, he became more and more terrible.

"Go to Yuzun as soon as possible."

His voice was cold without a trace of emotion. The frozen driver couldn't help twitching, "yes, president!"

Bentley drove into the Royal statue. Before he was quite stable, he heard the sound of fighting and swearing outside.

There were even several policemen outside, chasing a figure who escaped from the company.

The image of the ferocious maniac punched and kicked at the policeman.

Stepping down straight and slender legs, Li Beichen's tall and straight figure walked steadily.

Suddenly, the fighting man broke free from the shackles of the policeman and rushed towards Li Beichen.

With a bang, the two figures collided.

Li Beichen's cold eyes were deep and sharp, and his knife cut side face showed a dark and cold light.

Reach out and catch the fleeing figure.