Chapter 568: Grandpa, please leave, Miss Wen is going to sleep

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Wen Zheng looked at him and asked with interest, "Oh? What if I don't?"
The man looked down at her lightly, as if looking at a wayward child, "Why?"
She laughed, "Why not?"
He didn't change his look, and he didn't hesitate in a clear and clear way, "No matter if she did or how much she was sorry for you, she wouldn't be guilty. Besides, she saved my life, or twice-since You didn't really want a divorce, so I guess there is probably a deep bond of interests between us, which is not suitable for tearing our face, is it? "
Is it.
Yes, it is.
Wen Yi felt totally uninterested. He told her the truth so coldly and calmly, she felt very boring. Before he just pointed a gun at Aleb, his strength was as if he wanted to break her hand. Let her come with fighting spirit.
It seems that she is so full of emotions to have such a leisurely feeling.
She looked sideways at the bodyguard one meter away, "Aleb."
Master hired for many years, no need to say anything extra.
Aleb whispered, "I understand."
"I'm going to sleep, get out."
Wen Huan turned and walked toward the big bed. This sentence was undoubtedly addressed to Mo Shichen.
The suite is quiet.
Mo Shichen was standing at the door, squinting at the woman in the bathrobe, lifted the quilt again, climbed onto the bed by herself, and lay down beside him.
He pursed his lips without moving his body for a while.
Wen Zheng didn't go to see him, but she didn't know she could still feel the man didn't leave. She closed her eyes and called, "Aleb."
Able walked in immediately, turned off all the bedroom lights, then stopped at the door, and whispered to the indifferent and indifferent man, "Master, if nothing else, please leave, Miss Wen is going to sleep."
Mo Shichen didn't even look at him, and turned and walked straight away.
Before he came, he was still thinking that if the woman asked him to stay in the hotel again, he would not stay.
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The allergic rash on Wen Ying basically subsided the next day.
She was still having breakfast in the morning, and she received a call from Li Qianrui.
Severe injuries and physical weakness after the operation, and her own thin throat, made the woman's voice sound particularly weak and soft, "Ms. Wen ..."
Wen Yi held the mobile phone in one hand, and the spoon in his other hand casually ate the breakfast on the table without making a noise.
Li Qianrui waited for a few seconds, but did not wait for her response, and then slowly said slowly, "I'm sorry Miss Wen, I should have called you last night ... but Li Ru said you were asleep, I just have no reason to bother you. "
Wen Yan still didn't say a word.
Li Qianrui was anxious, and his speech rose quickly. "Miss Wen, I'm sorry, I really don't know ... keke."
Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently.
Wen Yan, "..."
She frowned displeasedly.
Li Qianrui coughed for a while, then began to make intermittent noises, "I don't know you and Li ... cough."
Cough started again.
Wen Yi threw the spoon in his hand and interrupted her coldly, "Is Mo Shichen in?"
After Li Qianrui coughed for a while, she asked carefully, "Did you mean ... Li Ru?"
Wen Yan sneered, but his tone was still light. "I just want to hear your half-dead cough in the morning, but I have a bad appetite, so I can find someone who can talk."
Wen Huan didn't know that Li Qianrui's cell phone was on handsfree.
In the shape of the hospital bed, there was a deep and mild man with his fingers beating his knee bones. He listened to their conversation indifferently. He heard his words and raised his eyelids. The phone in front of Li Qianrui snatched it, then turned and walked to the window.
He said lightly. "It was so poisonous early in the morning. Is it poisonous in your breakfast?"
Wen Ye was not surprised to hear his voice, and said coldly, "Then you should ask your father and mother if you grew up by feeding poison."
Mo Shichen, "..."
He was silent for a moment before he said, "When do you come to the hospital?"
"You are quite active."
"You let go and naturally you should take the initiative."
Wen Yan smiled coldly and absent-minded, "I will go when I have time. She is not half-dead in bed. Unless she is dead, I can't go anywhere else. I'm not in a hurry. What are you in a hurry?"
Mo Shichen, "..."
The woman came out with a knife.
He was expressionless, too lazy to talk to her, and clicked to the end to end the call.
Wen Yan did not expect that the man would hang up her phone without saying a word. At first, he felt ridiculous, and even thought it was funny. Finally, he cooled his face and threw the mobile phone aside, making a pop.
Looking at this rich breakfast, I still feel my appetite is affected.
Except for Mo Shiqian, no one dared to hang up on her phone for hundreds of years
Where does his face come from?
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Before going to the hospital, Wen Yi browsed all the materials of the Li Qianrui family, including Mo Shichen, but there was nothing really good because their home was simple and could be scanned at a glance.
Moreover, she knew Li Qianrui long ago.
It's a shame to know this woman.
She met with a representative from Jiangcheng at noon for Mo Shiqian, and drove to the hospital at about four in the afternoon.
Aleb opened the door for her.
There was only Li Qianrui and the father Li taking care of in the ward. The man was not seen.
Wen Yan walked in on high heels.
Father Li seemed to be a little scared when he saw her, with his shoulders on his back, and he looked at a loss.
Li Qianrui said hurriedly and weakly, "Dad, help me up."
Wen Yan looked at them, and his beautiful face had no expression, warm and light, like the cool water of late autumn. If he looked carefully, there was a layer of mockery between his eyebrows.
Li Qianrui was just after the surgery. Father Li was very careful when cushioning her pillow on her back, but even so, she still caught the wound several times, hersing and exhaling pain, and even severely distorted her facial features in severe cases.
Wen Yan stood calmly and elegantly, with no waves on his face or eyes.
Even if she didn't say a word, Li Qianrui felt a supreme, ridiculous sarcasm from her for no reason, making people feel thorny and uncomfortable.
Li Qianrui looked at her timidly, her teeth bit her bloodless lips, and her physical weakness made her look even weaker. "Sister Wen ..."
Wen Ye raised his hand and touched his ear, and said lazily, "I don't have a sister, don't dislike me."
Li Qianrui looked at her attitude, so sad that she couldn't help herself, and her eyes seemed to shed tears at any time.