CEO, Just Go Away

Night, night. He Chenyu's back looks a little lonely.

Liang Yixiao still closed his eyes, but his breathing was normal.

Turn around and gently bring the door.

"Young master." the servant called he Chenyu to have breakfast.

Looking at the young master's green stubble and bloodshot eyes, the young master actually cares about his wife.

"Mrs. Shao's medicine should be taken on time and the cooking should be as light as possible." he Chenyu explained and left.

The servant was stunned. This was the first time the young master said so much to himself. He was a little flattered.

The point is that the young master told me to take good care of Mrs. young.

But I don't know why the young master wants to divorce the young lady, but how can she understand the world of the young master? Tell the young lady to go quickly, and she will be very happy.

When Liang Yixiao opened his eyes, he found many people around him.

"Young lady, you finally wake up." the servant said happily.

Liang Yixiao seems to have a headache and a sore throat. She's a little confused.

The doctor came over and took her temperature. It was normal. Liang Yixiao realized that she was ill.

"Young lady, you don't know how scary you are. You burned all day and night. If the young master hadn't been scrubbing you, you..."

Before he finished, the servant's eyes turned red.

Liang Yixiao has no fear of illness. He lives and dies.

It's just that I'm sick and feel uncomfortable.

"Young master..." Liang Yixiao said in a hoarse whisper.

The servant rushed a cup of warm water.

After liang Yixiao moistened his throat, he seemed to think of something.

"Young lady, you don't know that the doctor gave you twice as much medicine, but you still have a high fever. The young master's face was blue at that time. If the young master hadn't been watching you all the time..."

Balabala, the servant, said a lot, but Liang Yixiao didn't hear anything.

Did he Chenyu really come back.

It was not her own dream. Her mind is a little chaotic and can't remember anything.

Looking at Liang Yixiao's confused eyes, the servant then said, "madam, you are still a little weak. The young master went to the company and told you to take good care of yourself at home."

When the servant said, the joy was really unspeakable, as if she was not so happy as the heroine.

Liang Yixiao nodded and said, "I'm hungry."

Finally, Liang Yixiao thought quietly there.

It turned out that he Chenyu had not died, and her heart still felt warm.

No matter what happened between her and this man, she is really a very moving person.

Is he too short of love? Liang Yixiao is asking himself. When did he Chenyu give himself a good face? I don't know what idea he made this time?

The more you think about it, the more headache you have. Forget it. Why should you be so tired.

In this way, Liang Yixiao lay at home for a whole week.

The body is almost the same, but I haven't seen he Chenyu once.

Liang Yikun came home drunk again. Zhang Yuanli helped Liang Yikun and said, "Yikun, I'll get you a glass of water."

He was even more angry when he saw Zhang Yuanli.

Up to now, he has not found any money he owes. His gang of fair weather friends hide away when they hear about borrowing money. Those people have been pressing for debts. It's annoying to see Dad coming back.

Liang Yikun directly pushed Zhang Yuanli to the ground, pointed to her and scolded: "just your shameless daughter, I really think I'm a young grandmother. Let her push me. I won't kill her, I'll kill her."

Then he kicked Zhang Yuanli again.

Zhang Yuanli fell to the ground and was kicked by him without any resistance.

Even if she resisted, she was not as strong as the young man.

Liang Yikun didn't know how long he had played. He felt tired. He leaned on the sofa and fell asleep soon.

Zhang Yuanli lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't move. As long as she moved, her whole body was painful.

Until she heard Liang Yikun's voice, she stood up slowly with pain.

Looking at the bruises on her body, Zhang Yuanli didn't just hate that she didn't have a son.

If she hadn't given birth to a daughter, she wouldn't have to live so low and low. She blames herself for her lack of ambition.

She slowly applied the ointment. The pain made her bite her lips tightly, and the sweat on her forehead didn't cry. In such a big yard, who loves her and knows her pain.