Yuxuan looked at his green muscle burst hand, and his voice remained motionless: "Mr. Li, I hit her with an ashtray. Do you want to call back and divorce?"

She tore away his hand, picked up the ashtray from the tea table and handed it to him: "she has shed so much blood. It seems to make me feel better to divorce me so easily. Then call back."

"Shi Yuxuan!" Li Beichen's eyes were cold.

"After all, she is so weak and hurt so badly that even strangers feel that she is wronged, especially president Li. If you're angry, didn't I ask you to call back? "

Yuxuan stubbornly handed him the ashtray.

Li Beichen didn't answer, and his face was gloomy and ugly.

"Stop it."

"Why can't you do it? Due to the noble status of the royal president? Well, I'll do it myself. " Yuxuan sneered, raised the ashtray in his hand and smashed it on his head.

Li Beichen tightened his heart and clasped her hand with churning anger, "enough!"

Some suddenly, Yuxuan didn't hold the ashtray, fell from his hand and hit his feet directly.

She squatted down in pain.

"You......" Li Beichen's heart twitched.

Attached to her body, her broad chest held her in her arms.

Regardless of his wound, he picked up Princess Yuxuan and strode out of the office.

"Li Beichen, you put me down!" She struggled.

The man's heart aches again.

"Shi Yuxuan, don't challenge my patience!" Li Beichen gave her a cold look, with a terrible low voice.

But not long after walking out of the office, Yuxuan broke away from his arms.

At the moment of landing, her injured foot was severely pumped. Her face turned white with pain, but she stubbornly held the wall.

"Li Beichen, no matter before or now, I don't need you, and I don't want your extra care."

She looked at him aggressively with her chin up, but her heart had been tightly clenched together.

"Don't need me, don't want me?" Li Beichen stared at her coldly with a layer of frost on her deep handsome face.

"I don't want to say the same thing a second time." Yuxuan skipped her, held the wall and limped back to his office.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

The man who was locked outside was cold, and his dangerous eyes were stained with bloodthirsty scarlet.

She told him.

Don't need him?!

Don't care about him?!

The cynical smile of the cripple began to spread from the thin and cool corners of his mouth.

Not mine, Shi Yuxuan, whose do you want?!

Tall and straight figure has been standing outside the door.

He lit a cigarette.

With the bright spark between his fingertips, he looked coldly at the oak door in front of him. The smoke burned for a long time, and he didn't notice the burning ash on his long finger.

Her lukewarm eyes flashed in her mind, even as if poisoned,

Since when did she look at him with that chill?

The pain at the bottom of my heart spread silently again. Li Beichen knew that Yuxuan was really determined to divorce

Staggering on the sofa in the office, Yuxuan curled up her slender body and carefully touched her red and swollen feet.

Looking at him, his eyes turned red.

Recalling Li Beichen's cold and sullen appearance, Yuxuan felt sour.

Li Beichen seems to love Qiao Wenxi very much.

Tears fell quietly on her feet before she realized that she had shed tears.

Raise your hand and wipe it.

But the eyes are like a faucet that can't close the valve.