Mysterious president owes a lot

He Jiayin felt that if she was not drowned by the rain, she would be scared to death by the thunder.

When she heard someone calling her name, she thought it was Mu Zechuan.

"Jiayin, are you Jiayin?" The voice was gentle, familiar yet distant: "Don't be afraid, Jiayin, it's me."

He Jiayin slowly let go of her arms, raised her head, and saw the man in front of her clearly: "Brother Jincheng?"

"Why are you squatting here? What happened?" An Jincheng held an umbrella in one hand and helped He Jiayin up with the other.

"I..." She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she felt dizzy...

"Good news, good news!" An Jincheng picked up the woman who had fainted in his arms and got into the car.

In the Maybach, Ado felt that the air in the car was getting colder and colder. He looked at the back seat through the vanity mirror, and saw Mu Zechuan exuding a cold killing intent all over his body.

Seeing the silver-gray Bentley drive away, Ado couldn't help asking: "Master, do you want me to follow?"

"Go home!" Mu Zechuan's voice sounded like Wannian Glacier.

A Duo thought he heard it wrong: "But the young mistress..." A Duo wondered, the young master obviously wanted to come back to pick up the young mistress.How can I watch the young mistress get into a stranger's car and leave right now?

"I said go home!" Mu Zechuan's voice turned into a roar.

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He Jiayin opened her eyes and found herself lying in a hotel suite.

She recognized this room, it was the hotel room where An Jincheng lived all the year round.

She stood up and looked around, and sure enough, she saw the familiar figure by the French window: "Brother Jin Cheng..."

An Jincheng heard the voice, turned around, and strode to the bedside: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"How can I..." Her head hurts, and she can't remember what happened for a while.

"Why are you alone on the bridge? It's raining so much..." An Jincheng Jun frowned: "If I hadn't passed by, you would have been alone..."

"Thank you, brother Jincheng."

"With me, are you still so polite?" An Jincheng smiled wryly.

He Jiayin lowered her head, feeling bitter in her heart.

An Jincheng and her childhood sweetheart, the An family and the He family are also family friends. They have always been a couple that everyone is optimistic about, and they are naturally engaged.

A year ago, when the He family had an accident, He Jiayin took the initiative to break off the engagement with An Jincheng, and then married Mu Zechuan.

In her life, she prided herself that she had never done anything to owe anyone, except to An Jincheng.

"Good news," An Jincheng narrowed his eyes, "Mu Zechuan left you there?"

"No, it's me..." Thinking of Mu Zechuan, she threw off the quilt: "I should go back."

An Jincheng pressed her shoulders: "You fainted, I dare not send you to the hospital, so I had to bring you here, I asked a private doctor to come over and show you, he told you to rest well and not move around. "

Only then did He Jiayin realize that she was wearing dry clothes: "My clothes..."

"You're soaking wet, how can you wear those clothes?" An Jincheng said, "I asked the hotel waiter to change them for you."

"Then my original clothes..."

"I'll send you to the dry cleaning."

He Jiayin was silent for a while, and then looked around: "You still live in the hotel? You and Uncle Am..."

An Jincheng nodded: "I'm used to it. I didn't want to enter that house." He smiled wryly, if his eldest brother in the house hadn't been demented, the An family would never have accepted him as an illegitimate child!