An angry president: sweet wife is hard to coax

Chapter 68
The drip by the bed was about to run out, and the girl's pale face was extremely fragile, which made people feel distressed.

Su Xiaotian's brows were tightly frowned, her lips were slightly dry, and her consciousness was muddled, not sure whether it was real or a dream.

Everything was extraordinarily peaceful, she seemed to be floating on the sea alone, helpless but free.

Uncle Wang knocked on the door, walked in and said, "Master... over there in the old house..."

"What's the matter, let's talk about it in the study..." Ye Chenxi interrupted Uncle Wang.

He reached out and touched Su Xiaotian's forehead, and he left after his hands were no longer hot.

Just as he and Uncle Wang closed the door of Su Xiaotian's room, there was a slight sound coming from the window, even in the middle of the night, it would not be too loud, nor would it disturb other people.

A black shadow flashed past, and then quietly jumped into the room from the window, the shoes only made a slight sound when they stepped on the wooden floor.

He looked at Su Xiaotian on the bed against the moonlight, his clear eyes showed traces of distress.

Cautiously and lightly, he walked slowly to the bed, then sat on the chair by the bed and looked at the pale young girl on the bed.

Stretching out a slender hand like an artist, he gently helped Su Xiaotian brush away some tiny hairs on her cheeks. The movements were unusually gentle. Looking at Su Xiaotian's delicate face, it was no longer as vibrant as before. Fragile and pathetic.

"Why did you make yourself like this after not seeing you for two days?"

The big hand gently held Su Xiaotian's slightly cold little hand, rubbing the fingertips slightly, trying to give her a little warmth.

It has never been discovered that the hands of the two people fit so well.

The man looked down at the clasped hands, his eyes were gentle, like aged red wine, intoxicating.

"I thought you could take good care of yourself, and I thought he wouldn't be so indifferent to you." He murmured in a low voice, with a slight sarcasm drawn on the corner of his mouth, with some sighs.

"Do you know? From the first moment I saw you, I thought you were like a sunflower. The sun is full of vitality and warms the people around you, including me of course..."

The man chuckled, held her hand and never let go, and whispered tirelessly: "You are a very good girl and very strong. I like sunflowers very much. The moment I saw you, I was like Suddenly I saw a sunflower, and you are the most beautiful sunflower I have ever seen. I remember a saying called, if the heart is sunny, there is no fear of sadness. I think this sentence is very suitable for you..."

His world is either black or white, or in other words, he himself is in the abyss but always tries to give her light.

"A little bit of difficulty is not terrible, what is terrible is that I will fall down with that kind of setback. I believe that you are not that kind of girl. I like your cheerfulness and strength very much, which seems to infect me. Your respect for To me, it’s also like the hopeful painting I gave you, so get well soon, I’m still waiting to show you a new painting.”

His voice was clear and shallow, like a stream of warmth, silently warming Su Xiaotian's heart, and gradually healing that broken and cold heart, it seemed that all this was not so difficult anymore.

In the chaos of consciousness, his voice seemed to carry an unknown magic power, which made her desperately want to chase this warm sun, and began to struggle and resist in the abyss. In an instant, Su Xiaotian, who had her eyes tightly closed, slowly opened them.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was dazzled by the sunlight outside the window, Su Xiaotian squinted her eyes to adapt to the long-lost sunshine.

I moved a little, but my body still felt sore and weak.

Uh, I'm so thirsty..."

Su Xiaotian frowned, her throat was as dry as if it was on fire, it was terribly uncomfortable, and her voice was so hoarse.

After sitting up, I looked at the time on the side, and it was already past ten o'clock and almost eleven o'clock.

There was still an infusion stand next to the bed, and the bottle on it was already empty, and the needle in her hand had been removed at some point.

"Yesterday...did he come?" Su Xiaotian looked at the drip bottle and was slightly distracted. She was not clear at night, as if she had noticed that Ye Lingxing had come, and she had talked a lot with her.But what was said, she can't remember, and now her mind is in a mess.

I looked around the room, and then I was about to get out of bed, only to find that my legs were sore and weak, and the slight pain of pulling was still there.

Su Xiaotian's complexion changed, Ye Chenxi's torture to her was not only physical, but also spiritual.

She already felt that she lost any dignity as a person in front of him.

In the courtyard, a black Bugatti slowly stopped at the entrance of the villa. The driver got off the car and opened the door for the people behind him. A pair of black shiny leather shoes stepped on the ground. The man was cold and arrogant, giving people an inaccessible alienation feeling.

Uncle Wang came out from the hall, and nodded respectfully after seeing the person coming: "Why is Master Yin here? The Master has not come back yet, do you need me to call the Master?"

Yin Tianjue shook his head faintly, looked up to the direction of Su Xiaotian's room, and then said coldly: "No, I'll leave in a while, but I heard that my sister-in-law is not feeling well, so I happened to be passing by, so I came in to have a look."

Uncle Wang didn't think there was anything wrong, so he made a gesture of invitation: "Then thank you, Young Master Yin, for the young master. The young mistress is upstairs. I'll go and call the young mistress."

"No need, she's not feeling well, I'd better go up." Yin Tianjue stopped Uncle Wang, and walked into the hall with long legs. Uncle Wang could only give up, and personally brought Yin Tianjue to Su Xiaotian's door before, and knocked on the door.

"Young Mistress? Are you up yet?" Uncle Wang asked.

After Su Xiaotian heard Uncle Wang's voice, she sat up and responded with a slightly hoarse voice: "Well, come in..."

The door opened, but it was not Uncle Wang, but someone Su Xiaotian didn't expect.

She was stunned, and looked at Yin Tianjue at the door in astonishment.

"Why are you here?" she asked in surprise.

Yin Tianjue curled his lips lightly, looked at Su Xiaotian and unconsciously softened his expression, and walked straight to Su Xiaotian's bedside, "I heard that you are sick, so I came to see you..."

Su Xiaotian was very flustered in her heart, subconsciously she didn't want to have too much contact with Yin Tianjue.

On the one hand, Ye Chenxi would be unhappy; on the other hand, because of his embarrassment, it was impossible to sit down and talk calmly like this.

"No... I'm fine, it's just a small cold, how dare you let Young Master Yin come to see me in person..." Su Xiaotian smiled stiffly, not daring to let Uncle Wang see the clue.

Uncle Wang didn't think too much about the politeness of the two, and bowed slightly: "Then young mistress and young master Yin will talk first, and I won't bother you..."

(End of this chapter)