A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

Raising his hand, he gently held the doorknob and turned it, then pushed open the door of the ward, and He Jingshen walked in.

There were a few people standing in front of the hospital bed, their backs were all unfamiliar, the young master of the He family frowned, and when he was about to ask, the other party suddenly turned around.

The two sides do not know each other.

Someone in the other party stared at him in surprise, "Who are you looking for?"

He Jingshen looked at them, and then turned his head to look at the people on the hospital bed. Although their faces and heads were covered with gauze, they could still be identified. The person lying down was not Ye Wushuang.

At least, not the Ye Wushuang he knew.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong ward."

The young master of the He family didn't realize that when he said these words, he felt relieved and secretly happy.

Fortunately, not her.

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When He Jingshen arrived home, Ye Wushuang and the master of the He family were sitting in the living room chatting. The master of the He family was holding a cup of tea in his hand and blowing slowly. It hit straight.

Ye Wushuang was so startled that his breathing was stagnant, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, so he got up to block it.

He Jingshen was able to dodge originally, but when he saw that idiot stood up to help him block, he hesitated, neither dodging nor protecting Ye Wushuang.

A cup of hot tea spilled all over the two of them, Ye Wushuang gritted his teeth and frowned, obviously enduring something.

The master of the He family stood up with a livid face, the anger in his eyes seemed to be eating people, "You still dare to come back?!"

"grandfather--"

"Don't call me grandpa! I don't have a bastard grandson like you!"

He Jingshen knew he was in the wrong, and he didn't dare to say anything even after being taught a lesson by his grandfather. He glanced at the people around him, only to see that she was clutching his arm.

The master of the He family was only angry with his grandson and didn't pay attention to his daughter-in-law's condition until He Jingshen said, "Grandpa, she—"

"shut up!"

"Grandpa, she seems to be hurt. Can you wait until someone scolds me?"

When the master of the He family heard that Ye Wushuang was injured, he immediately became nervous, walked over and asked anxiously: "Did Grandpa hit you? Where did you get hurt? Why are you so stupid, what do you do to block such a bastard, he deserves to be hit die!"

Ye Wushuang forced a smile, "Grandpa, I'm fine, I'll just go up and change."

"Then you go!"

She nodded, and her steps were fast. She felt her whole body was tense and sweat was dripping from her forehead.

He Jingshen also wanted to follow, but the master of the He family grabbed him and sneered: "What are you doing following? Just go back and read your quiet book! This is not your home from now on!"

"Grandpa, I know I'm wrong this time. I don't think her situation is right. I'll go up and have a look, and I'll deal with you when I get down. What do you think?"

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the master of the He family, but his face was still full of anger, and he said coldly: "Then I will deal with you when you come down!"

He Jingshen turned around quickly, took several steps of stairs with one foot, went upstairs and entered the room.

Ye Wushuang had just taken off her loose knitted long sleeves, and she was only wearing a tight-fitting vest underneath. The exquisite and graceful curves were extremely seductive. The young master of the He family was stunned for a moment, and his eyes sparked with evil fire.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." She turned slightly and turned sideways to him.

He Jingshen walked over step by step, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, she shrank to the side without any surprise.