A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

He Jingshen no longer knew what was going on with him, and wanted to strangle her to death?Want to throw her off the plane?What do you still want?

He really doesn't know.

There had never been a woman who made him so helpless.

You, Ye Wushuang, are the first.

"Have you changed it?" After moving his lips a few times, Ye Wushuang finally said a word, but this sentence made He Jingshen want to vomit blood rather than say it.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, those emotions were finally suppressed, but his voice was still a little stiff: "Don't you see everything with your eyes? Why are you asking me?"

Ye Wushuang was choked up by his words, looked at him weakly, then lowered his head.

He Jingshen gritted his teeth, stared at her for a few seconds, finally let out a cold snort, turned his head and closed his eyes to fall asleep, neither looked at her nor spoke again.

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The ten-hour flight was long and boring, Ye Wushuang woke up from sleep, and because of airsickness, in fact, the whole person was very uncomfortable.

The man around Naihe was noble and glamorous, and he hadn't looked at her since he changed his clothes, let alone cared about her and took care of her.

During the meal time, the stewardess pushed the cart to deliver food and drinks one by one. Ye Wushuang smiled palely and waved: "No, I don't want it."

He Jingshen stopped picking up the food, but there was no other reaction. He just waited for the stewardess to walk over, opened the lid and picked up the chopsticks to eat.

The people around her closed their eyes after talking with the stewardess. At this moment, the aroma of the food was overflowing, but she was indifferent.

He Jingshen finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head suddenly, and looked at her fiercely, but was shocked to find that her brows were furrowed at this moment, as if she was suffering.

Ye Wushuang closed his eyes and didn't know the change in his expression now, but the pain was real, and he scolded himself countless times in his heart. He should have asked the stewardess for a cup of hot water just now, so why did he forget it when he was nervous.

The man poked a few times into the rice with his chopsticks, and finally dropped the chopsticks. He reached out and touched Ye Wushuang's forehead and face. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

Ye Wushuang opened his eyes in shock, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

Although He Jingshen was still angry, but now that she was sick, he told himself: You are a man, don't bother with a sick woman!

"Uncomfortable?" The caring tone was a little blunt.

Ye Wushuang felt uncomfortable and frightened, and nodded blankly.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Headache?"

She nodded again, stayed for a few seconds, and then said timidly, "I don't feel well in my stomach either."

He Jingshen's eyes suddenly shone brightly, "Feeling sick?"

Ye Wushuang rubbed his stomach, bit his lips again, seeing his expression of being angry and afraid that she would vomit all over him again, she really wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare, so she lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "Didn't you want to Throwing up is just uncomfortable."

The young master of the He family upheld the spirit of not taking care of others, raised his hand and called the stewardess, and said forcefully, "She has a stomachache, is there any medicine?"

The stewardess took a look at Ye Wushuang and asked politely, "Madam, what's wrong with your stomach? I'll see if you need any medicine."

This is on the plane, not in the hospital, Ye Wushuang suddenly felt embarrassed for the flight attendant.

Smiling apologetically, she whispered, "I don't need any medicine, just pour me a cup of hot water."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The stewardess turned around and walked away, and after a while, she came over with a water glass. Just as Ye Wushuang was about to reach out, the man beside him had already held the water glass in his palm, and looked at her deeply.