Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 982
He bluntly said that he was worried about himself, just because she shut down the phone for a day and didn't let him get in touch.

She suddenly felt cold on her cheeks, and when she wiped it with her hand, she found that it was full of tears.

The touch is at this moment.

"Uncle..."

She took a deep breath, and then sneered: "Uncle, you don't like me, do you care about me so much!"

"You think too much. I'm afraid that something will happen to you, and I'll need another doctor. I'm just too lazy to get familiar with it, and I have to explain to my sister-in-law, right?"

He gathered back all the hot emotions, said with a cold attitude, and said lightly.

It's just that at the end she couldn't see, the man's fist was clenched tightly, secretly hating himself for becoming a little abnormal.

To her... She cared too much.

Molly wiped her cheeks, wiped away all the tears, and said: "This is the best, you must never fall in love with me, only I like you, you know?"

"Is there such a reason in the world?"

"Yes, here I am. Uncle... I'm very tired. I want to sleep. I'll hang up first."

When Ye Anjue heard her intentionally wanting to end the topic, the breath in her chest stagnated slightly. There were a lot of words that came to her lips, but she swallowed them back abruptly.

After a long time, he finally said, "Well, go to sleep."

"Good night."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, because she knew that Ye Anjue didn't have the habit of saying good night to others.

Molly got under the quilt with her mobile phone in her arms, tears flowing wantonly.

……

Bolton Park——

Ye Anjue put down his phone, and suddenly felt shortness of breath in his chest, discomfort all over his body, and a sweet smell coming from his throat, which made him cough uncontrollably.

Wilson outside the corridor heard it and hurried over.

Ye Anjue was lying on the desk, coughing violently, her cheeks were pale, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

He covered his chest with one hand, and pressed the other tightly on the table, his nails scratching sharply across the table.

"Master!"

Wilson's face changed drastically, and he rushed forward and supported him tightly: "I'm going to find Dr. Molly."

"Don't let them know. Also... find a doctor, find... ahem... another hospital."

"But... the young master's illness has always been in charge of Dr. Molly!"

"Go as soon as I tell you, where are you talking so much nonsense?" Ye Anjue resisted the discomfort in her body, feeling terribly uncomfortable all over.

Wilson didn't dare to hesitate, so he could only follow what he said, and quickly contacted the doctor.

It's just that Ye Anjue fell into a coma before the doctor arrived.

When he woke up, it was already late at night, and the pain in his chest was no longer so painful.

The doctor had already left, and only Wilson was still waiting by the bed.

"what did the doctor say?"

He propped himself up and sat up, the warm yellow light fell from top to bottom, jumping on the pale face, even though he was so embarrassed, he still raised the corners of his lips, because seeing Wilson's frowning face, everything happened in an instant. I understand.

"Is the condition getting worse?" He said with a chuckle, seemingly indifferent, as if the disease didn't happen to him.

"Master... this, what should we do, let's tell Madam about it!"

"No, I can handle it."

"Master, this is not a trivial matter, it's a matter of human life..."

Before Wilson finished speaking, he was interrupted by his faint voice: "Now this life is mine, I will protect it, and I want to live well. I don't tell them because I don't want to cause more trouble. You are in my ears alone. Talking about it is enough, if there are a few more, do I want to die?"

"But……"

Looking at his pale face but still smiling, Wilson couldn't help feeling distressed.

Why did his young master suffer so many disasters?

"Don't tell Molly what happened tonight, and I will have another doctor by my side in case of emergencies."

"Why didn't you tell Dr. Molly?"

"Her heart is not good, so don't be overly nervous. It will cause fainting, and if it is serious... it may be life-threatening. I don't want her to worry about me. Okay, I'm fine, you go down first."

"Yes."

Wilson knew that he would stay quietly for a while, and finally turned and left helplessly.

Ye Anjue sat on the bed, slowly closed her eyes, her heart was peaceful.

There was no one, he was quiet, but he couldn't sleep either.

Finally, he gave a wry smile: "Yibai, it looks like I'm going to find you, you have to walk slowly, let me catch up with you. Living can't make up for my mistakes, but I should make up for dead!"

The next day, early in the morning, Molly came early in the morning and didn't have breakfast on purpose, in order to have breakfast with Ye Anjue.

She went to the restaurant, saw Ye Anjue who was having breakfast, felt something strange on his cheek, touched it curiously, and found that it was covered with powder.

"...You old man actually put on makeup?"

"There is an interview this morning, just needed."

His eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't panic at all.

The long eyelashes drooped down, covering all the expressions inside, and when he raised his eyes again, there was a smile inside, a faint touch, which could be called an evildoer.

Molly sat down and began to eat breakfast. She couldn't help curling her lips: "You're already good-looking, so what are you doing all these things? It's unnecessary."

"You also know that I am naturally beautiful?" The man squinted, and swept her cheeks contemptuously, "The little girl doesn't tidy up at home, and summer is here, don't you know how to put on sunscreen?"

"Isn't this in your office every day, and you don't go out?"

"But always be prepared. I'll ask Wilson to prepare for you."

Soon Wilson came over with things, not only sunscreen, but also an umbrella, sun protection clothing, and a coin purse that can be buckled inside the clothes. Even if the bag is stolen, the wallet is still safe.

This man looked dishonest, but he didn't expect him to be so careful!
She put it in the bag with a smile on her hands, and then passed the cake over: "Leave out the cream, it's all fruit, and there's strawberry jam, you can eat the whole thing this time."

"Well, put it in the car."

She gave it to the servant, and continued: "Today we have to do a blood test and do some investigations. You must cooperate obediently, or you will get an injection in your butt."

Hearing this, Ye Anjue frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed: "Okay, let's talk about it in the company."

After explaining, she also ate seriously, and followed his car to the company after eating.

After the examination, Ye Anjue went out for an interview, and she took the opportunity to send the things to Hunter for him to test.

Within an hour, Hunter called.

"How did it turn out?" she asked excitedly.

"As before, the rate of decline in various indicators continues to increase. I'm afraid surgery is inevitable." Hunter's deep voice was a little serious, and he could imagine his businesslike appearance through the phone.

She wasn't surprised when she heard this answer, but she still didn't give up and asked: "Is it possible that I misread it? There is indeed a decline, but the magnitude is not that great, because he is still doing well these days, otherwise it is reasonable to say that he will have a decline now." You should have symptoms!"

"Molly, I never hide my condition."

Hunter said word for word.

(End of this chapter)