Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Shangguan Yasi seems to have not woken up yet?

He closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed, his face was as white as snow.

On the sofa at the end of the bed, a nurse was recording something.

Seeing the English woman, the nurse looked up and smiled at her.

When the British woman was seen, her expression was cramped, and she greeted with embarrassment, "Hello, Shangguan Asta... are you awake?"

"I woke up for a while, took medicine, and fell asleep again."

The British woman nodded, walked in lightly, and put the chicken soup on the cabinet next to the hospital bed.

"This is the chicken soup that Chinese people like. I went to Chinatown to ask someone to help prepare the ingredients, and then I boiled it myself at home. It is good for the wound. When Shangguan Yasi wakes up, please give him some."

As the British woman spoke, she turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the wrist tightened.

The British woman was startled and slowly lowered her head.

Shangguan Yasi didn't know when he woke up, and was clasping her wrist tightly.

The British woman smiled unnaturally and tried to pull her hand back.

Shangguan Yasi didn't let go.

The British woman struggled for a long time, unable to break free, so she had to say, "Mr. Shangguan, are you awake?"

"Well, I slept for a long time." Shangguan Yasi's scorching eyes fixed on the British woman.

The British woman's scalp was numb from being stared at, "Can... can you let me go? This doesn't look good..."

"En." Shangguan Yasi nodded, but did not act.

The British woman didn't dare to make too much struggle, for fear of dragging Shangguan Yasi's wound.

So, it stuck like this.

The nurse didn't know what they were doing, but she felt the weird atmosphere, silently put down the work in hand, and retreated for the time being.

The Englishwoman struggled again.

Shangguan Yasi still did not let go.

"Mr. Shangguan, I made some chicken soup according to the way you Chinese do. Would you like some?" The British woman tried her best to get Shangguan Yasi to let go.

"My hands are inconvenient." Shangguan Yasi said.

This is the truth.

His right hand was fractured and he was wearing a thick plaster cast. His left hand was on a drip, so it was impossible for him to drink chicken soup.

What's more, one rib was broken.

"Let go first, I'll give you a bowl." The British woman said.

Shangguan Yasi took a deep look at her and let go.

The British woman heaved a long sigh of relief, filled a large bowl of soup and brought it to Shangguan Yasi, "Mr. Shangguan."

"My hands are inconvenient, let's put them away for now." Shangguan Yasi had no interest in chicken soup, but kept staring at the British woman thoughtfully with his deep eyes.

The British woman's scalp was numb, and she didn't dare to look him in the eyes. "Should I call the nurse to help?"

As he said that, he was about to call someone.

"The nurse has already left." Shangguan Yasi said.

The British woman was astonished, and went to confirm it.

It turned out that the nurse had left.

There were only two bodyguards guarding the door.

"How do you know she's gone...?"

"Listen to footsteps." Shangguan Yasi said indifferently.

Footsteps? !

The British woman's chest trembled, but she didn't show it, but she couldn't help asking, "Is Mr. Shangguan very sensitive to the sound of footsteps?"

"Ma'am, are you interested in this?" Shangguan Yasi raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully.

"No..." the British woman evaded, "I just heard that you Chinese are very good at kung fu, so I asked casually..."