long love becomes ill

Chapter 82 This woman is not only delicate, but also weak
Li Jinnan's illness has been around for a long time, and I don't know when it started. When he was ill, he became irritable and restless. No matter how many psychologists he visited or how much medicine he took, it was useless.

Until Li Jinnan discovered that violence can alleviate the symptoms, he simply stopped seeing a doctor. Every time he fell ill, he locked himself at home and recovered after a few days.

Li Jinnan remembered that he not only hit Gu Mei this time, but also seemed to hit Gu Qinghuan, he didn't care, got up and changed his clothes, and returned to his usual gentle and innocent appearance.

When the door was opened, the two bodyguards at the door said expressionlessly: "Young Master Li said that Mr. is not recovered from his illness, so he should not go out."

Li Jinnan's expression changed, and he said angrily, "Get out of the way."

The bodyguard remained motionless.

During the stalemate, the man Shi Shiran came downstairs, wearing home clothes, with a handsome and stern face, and said with a dignified and elegant smile: "Mr. Li seems to have regained his senses?"

"Nie Zhan, can't father even shout?" Li Jinnan was furious and cursed.

Li Shenmu waved the bodyguards to retreat, and the father and son stood in the corridor, staring at each other coldly.

Li Shenmu settled in the UK with his mother when he was six years old, and returned to Nanyang with a double master's degree at the age of 22. In the past 16 years, he has never had a father, let alone Li Jinnan's romantic nature. His mother's early death is also related to him. Shen Mu has nothing but contempt for such a father, but no respect.

The corner of Li Shenmu's mouth was slightly disdainful, and he said indifferently: "I don't bother to ask about your stupid bad debts, no matter whether you like domestic violence or have a disease, please remember one thing in the future, that girl of the Gu family, in the future, if you touch a hair on her, I'll just move one of your arms, Nanyang is vast, but I want to see how many arms you have waiting for me to move."

Threat, the threat of red fruit.

Li Jinnan smoked with anger, and said angrily with a trembling voice: "You scoundrel, your wings are stiff, and you don't want to be here today if I hadn't paved the way for you when you came back?"

Li Shenmu scoffed coldly, the corners of his lips became more and more rigid.When he came back, what Li Jinnan was most worried about was that he would compete with him for the family property.

Back then when his mother took him away to England, the old man felt very guilty. When he saw him back, he only wanted to make up for it twice, and he attached more importance to him than the rest of the Li family.

In the Li family, the most powerful and right to speak has always been the old man of the Li family.Even if Li Jinnan became the emperor of Nanyang, he would not dare to challenge the old man.

Li Jinnan saw his indifferent and stern appearance with ease, and recalled that over the years, this son's power has grown, and even he has been constrained, so his tone softened, and he said: "There is no overnight hatred between father and son, that little girl has always been rebellious. Rebellious, I am teaching her a lesson and let her do her duty."

Li Shenmu narrowed his eyes and sneered.

Xiao Xiao came upstairs and reported in a low voice: "Young Master Li, the matter is settled."

Li Shenmu nodded, told him to go back to rest, then looked at his father, curled his lips and reminded: "Accidentally moved your arms, you have time to teach a little girl, why don't you go and see, Can those arms of yours still be saved?"

After the man finished speaking, he lazily raised his feet and went back.

Li Jinnan's expression changed, and he hurried downstairs. Before he could look at his mobile phone, the landline of Li Mansion rang, and his confidant secretary reported in a panic that something had happened.

That night, Li Jinnan smashed all the antique furniture left in the side hall.

Listening to the movement below, Li Shenmu sneered and ordered the housekeeper to make a list of the losses. When the time comes, it will all be counted on Li Jinnan and reported to the old man.

The man returned to the bedroom, suppressed his smile, sat on the bedside, looked at the unconscious Qing Huan, stretched out his hand to caress her pale face, lowered his forehead, gently pressed against her forehead, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Xiao Qinghuan, if you do this, will it not hurt you so much?"

The woman on the bed was still unconscious, and her body would occasionally twitch into a ball because of the pain.

(End of this chapter)