My Domineering CEO Husband

It's over, she's dead!

Yu Lili thought at the time that she might be able to return to reality now...

Rao is her famous and invincible and beautiful master of the mysterious arts, but she also ended up dying unexpectedly, tragic!

Just as she pretended to be mourning, the sound of the murder weapon falling to the ground suddenly came from her ear, huh? She is not dead yet?

Yes, after all, the novel is not over yet.

Zhan Beiting's eyes were full of anger at the moment, he twisted Song Xingchen's arm hard, and asked sharply, "What the hell are you doing?"

He was fine when he ate, but now he is so mad that he is actually murdering people! If Song Liyuan knew that he had brought up her sister like this, I really don't know if he would come to him in the middle of the night to question him.

Zhan Beiting is angry, so he thinks something is wrong, but at this moment, Song Xingchen's strangeness has already been discovered. Her eyes are dull, and even her hand that was clenched red at the moment didn't scream in pain, and she didn't raise her head. Watch him report grievances.

He couldn't help letting go, grabbed her shoulders and called, "Xingchen, what's wrong with you, Xingchen?"

Song Xingchen was shaken like a tree in a storm, but he didn't respond at all.

Suddenly, Song Xingchen's body began to sink, and fell limply towards the ground.

Zhan Beiting picked him up and rushed downstairs without hesitation, "Here, call a doctor!"

The lights of Zhan's house suddenly turned on, and everyone was shouted for help by his cry for help. The servant hurriedly called up Dr. Zhao, who was sleeping. Recently, there are many things in the family, and the old man has high blood pressure, so the family directly invited him. A personal doctor sits.

There was a commotion on the stairs. A few people turned around and saw that Zhan Nancy was running too fast and rolled down the stairs. Fortunately, the place where he fell was not high, or Dr. Zhao was busy again.

"Brother, what are you calling for in the middle of the night? What's the matter? What happened in Lili?" Zhan Nancy asked Lili instinctively.

"The Guard is Here"

"It's Xingchen, it seems like a nightmare, and then I fainted." Zhan Beiting was afraid that the fact that the truth would not affect Xingchen might be sleepwalking.

Dr. Zhao checked his eyes. His pupils were normal, his breathing was even, and his blood pressure was stable. "Maybe it was just a nightmare. Maybe it was caused by Miss Song's nervousness recently. It's nothing serious. If you're worried, go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination tomorrow."

After listening to Dr. Zhao's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead. After all, the Zhan family is ashamed of the Song family. It's always bad if something goes wrong: "If you're okay, just go to bed."

Zhan Beiting took Song Xingchen back to the bedroom, and sent the old servant at home to stay with him all night.

"Huh? Why didn't the little fairy be disturbed by such a big movement?" Zhan Nanxi was about to go to Yulili's room with disheveled hair.

Zhan Beiting suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he ran upstairs, but he ran so fast that he bumped Zhan Nanxi, who had not taken a few steps, into the face, and rolled down the stairs again.

"Ah - brother, you murdered!"

The mourning had been blocked by Zhan Beiting, and the scene in front of him instantly subverted his nearly 30-year-old routine.

Seeing that his brother really didn't care about him, Zhan Nanxi got up and chased after him, but only when he reached the door, the door slammed and slapped on his handsome nose.

The door was locked from the inside, Zhan Beiting turned his back and calmed down for a while, before holding back the person who was close to the bed.

"Little girl..."

The white lotus arms twisted the clothes that were torn from the shoulders, the round shoulders were half exposed, the hem of the clothes was rolled up, and the cheeks were flushed like ripe apples.

But this little guy is still muttering at the moment: "It's so hot... so uncomfortable..."