A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

He Jingshen felt a 'thud' in his heart, already sensing that something was wrong, he moved his feet and strode over.

As soon as the door was pushed open, he was stunned by the sight in front of him——

A few days ago, the newly married little wife was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, her whole body was soaked, her face was pale, her lips were purple, and she was trembling all the time.

"Ye Wushuang!" He walked over and patted her face, the temperature from his palm was icy cold, as if he was touching a block of ice.

In such a cold day, she actually used cold water to get herself so wet, what the hell was she doing? !

The person who was roared twitched his eyelashes a few times, his head hurt so much that it didn't feel like his own, Ye Wushuang barely opened his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, his vision was blurred.

"What are you crazy about?!" He Jingshen was worried on the one hand and angry on the other, his voice raised a lot involuntarily.

But Ye Wushuang was not only not afraid, she even smiled slightly at him, because what she saw was not He Jingshen, but the 15-year-old boy in white——

"Acheng, you're back..."

He Jingshen was taken aback for a moment, what Ah Cheng?Who is she calling?

Ye Wushuang shook his hands, touched his face wetly, and then nestled into his arms, trembling and crying and asked him: "Ah Cheng, did you come back to take me away? You took me away? Come on, please take me away."

Crying voices lingered in his ears, and a large area of ​​wetness in his chest was silently accusing the man of how bad he was.

He Jingshen suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, looked down at her, didn't say anything more, just picked her up horizontally, and then went downstairs to take her to the hospital.

During this period, Ye Wushuang kept calling the name 'Acheng', talking about things that he had never experienced and could not understand.

The complexion of the eldest young master of the He family was comparable to that of the night, but even so, he still held back his anger and sent her to the hospital.

The doctor was about the same age as He Jingshen. He glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Next time we quarrel, we should take care of our girlfriend. In such a cold day, no one can stand such a torment."

"I didn't tell her to torment!" He Jingshen replied angrily.

The doctor shook his head helplessly and smiled, and turned to see Ye Wushuang, but when he saw that face, he couldn't move for a moment.

Seeing him not moving, the nurse next to him was a little puzzled: "Dr. Pei? Dr. Pei?"

Pei Yicheng slowly came back to his senses, and pinched the nurse's wrist with such force that the nurse screamed in an instant: "Ah—it hurts!"

Then, he let go.

The nurse was a little frightened, clutching her wrist and took a few steps aside, while He Jingshen was full of confusion.

At this moment, Pei Yicheng shouted loudly: "Clear the field!"

Another nurse came forward and asked He Jingshen to go out: "Sir, please wait outside."

He Jingshen had already sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he stared at Pei Yicheng's side face and asked, "Why did you clear the scene? I'm her husband, what can't I see or know?!"

Pei Yicheng's back stiffened, and the lines of his profile instantly tightened, as if he was clenching his teeth to endure something.

After touching for about ten seconds, he turned around, stared at He Jingshen with a sneer, and asked, "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? Are you going to save her or should I save her?"

He Jingshen was so blocked that he couldn't speak, but at this moment Ye Wushuang curled up together, seeming to be very uncomfortable.

Helpless, he had no choice but to turn around and back out.