Secret Lovers of Senior Officials: Alipay for Marriage

The morning sun sent the scent of roses all around, shining brightly through the white fence and shining on the faint water droplets on the green grass.

Yan Xixi walked into the room lightly, and then stopped.

Huang Xiaojue fell asleep all night.

She changed his wound medicine three times in a row, and took out the medicine box to give him an injection according to the instructions.

She couldn't close her eyes all night, so she moved a chair and sat next to him.

He has not woken up, which is a bad sign, she is afraid that the wound will worsen and become infected.Modern people have more or less common medical knowledge, and she had read a little medical books before in her life as a liar, but a simple bandage is okay, and at critical moments, ordinary people can save the wound with a glance, so there is no need for a doctor .

She was helpless and extremely anxious.

I used all the physical cooling methods I could think of, and even found a bottle of white wine, used it to disinfect him without hesitation, and used a paper towel soaked in alcohol to stick it on his forehead and heart repeatedly.

Finally, by dawn, his fever was gone.

Lifting a corner of the quilt, his wound was still shocking. Fortunately, the cut was not too deep, otherwise, it would be over if it deteriorated completely.

However, she still couldn't relax.

This is not necessarily the beginning of getting better.

All night, she was top-heavy.

Because of fear, there is a kind of helpless daze. Perhaps it is because the two years of studying at Harvard have made people dull, and when faced with risks, they have no ability to resist.

Because of this, she was even more afraid.

It was only after she walked out the door lightly that she could clearly see the outline of the entire yard: a small two-story house with a pointed roof, red brick walls, and pigeons cooing on the windows.Garage, kitchen, everything...

Especially in the kitchen, there are still some food: biscuits, bread, various dry food, a little vegetables and fruits in the large refrigerator, and there is an attached note on it, which is probably left by the house assistant.

Obviously, Huang Xiaojue was already prepared.

As early as three or four years ago, he had gone all out to prepare to resign and go to the United States, in order to maintain his love with her for a long time.This preparation may have started at that time.

He once thought that when they arrived in the United States, there would be no resistance, and the two would be able to get married as a matter of course.

However, now that they have really arrived in the United States, it is already a cloud and a fog.

Next to the big suitcase, there is a small box.

The box has a password, Yan carefully thought about it, and input a few numbers, sure enough, the combination lock was opened.

This is the combination of their birthday numbers—this has been his bank card PIN since college, and it has never changed.Most of the time, his cards were on her, especially after the company reunited, the two talked about getting married, and he simply handed over the financial power to her.

Originally, she didn't have the habit of peeping at other people's privacy, even if it was Wang Donglin, she never rummaged through his things, let alone asked about his property.Women, it's not a good habit to stare too much at a man's money.

However, when she opened all of Huang Xiaojue's things, she didn't have the slightest psychological pressure.

I've been used to it since college.

He never had a secret in front of her.

His living expenses, scholarship, and even his salary and bonus later... She cared about everything and took it for granted as a part of herself.

Because, she has been sharing all this with him for a long time.

This habit is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, so now I have forgotten that I am already a stranger.