Sir, I will not marry!

Chapter 802 Who Made You Make Your Own Claims

When Shen Lingye walked out of the bedroom wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, holding his daughter in one hand, the two bodyguards guarding the door almost blinded their eyes.

The man who was lying on the bed like a dead dog half an hour ago, wearing a large hospital gown with a sallow face, seemed to be enchanted, and immediately returned to the well-dressed male god mode.

The male god didn't wear a tie, the cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up twice, his chest and arms showed wheat-colored skin, and he looked extremely sexy.

And with such a tall and cold outfit, there is a cute and stupid little girl sitting on the right arm.

The collision of two different temperaments makes people feel extraordinarily warm and beautiful.

In order to make a good impression in front of her daughter, Shen Lingye worked really hard.

He peeled off the ugly torn gauze on his head, simply washed off the blood clots sticking to the hair around the wound, and smugly refused Mia to find him a t-shirt, insisting on putting on a white shirt.

If the two bodyguards look carefully, they will find that their male god's face is still pale, and he doesn't walk like before. He is actually very weak, and there is still some pain in his head, and he may fall down almost at any time .

While the two bodyguards were still amazed at the amazing recovery ability of their boss, Shen Lingye had already spoken: "Are there any ribs in the kitchen?"

The style of painting changed too fast, and the two bodyguards obviously didn't have enough brain cups, and their faces were dull as if they were not on the same channel.

Shen Lingye gave the two of them a cold look, then walked straight downstairs.

A bodyguard in charge accidentally raised his head and bumped into Shen Lingye and Mia abruptly. He took a breath, ran over in three steps and two steps, and hurriedly called, "Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, you are awake! The doctor is downstairs The latter, I'll let him come and see you—"

"No need, are there ribs in the kitchen?" Shen Lingye asked.

Shen Lingye loves to eat braised pork ribs, which is known to all human beings. In order to meet the occasional needs of the tyrant, the few private properties he will go to have quick-frozen pork ribs for almost ten thousand years.

"Yes! Mr. Shen, do you want ribs? Uh--all the nannies in the villa have been sent back temporarily, I--"

Before the male bodyguard finished speaking, Shen Lingye gave him a look, signaling that he could shut up.

After reaching the first floor, Shen Lingye put the child in her hand on the sofa, pinched her little face, "Wait. You, come with me."

After bringing the bodyguard who spoke just now into the kitchen, Shen Lingye rummaged through the refrigerator and said in a deep voice, "Aren't Shi Yuan and Zhang Rui here?"

Not long after he woke up, this man had already started working. His complexion was not very good-looking, but the brows looked as deep and reliable as ever.

The bodyguard hurriedly straightened his spine, and said: "Zhang Rui left with Jiang Xiaonuan the day before yesterday, and he hasn't returned yet. Shi Yuan went out early this morning to deal with the company merger, and hasn't come back yet."

The movements of Shen Lingye's hands froze slightly, "I slept for two days?"

The bodyguard nodded, "Mr. Shen, your brain is congested, and you underwent a minimally invasive craniotomy. Mr. Shen, the doctor said that you can't get out of bed for a while."

Shen Lingye seemed to have never heard of it, and said, "Call Zhang Rui."

The bodyguard hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Rui.

"It's me," Shen Lingye took out a pack of quick-frozen pork ribs, closed the refrigerator door, and said to the phone, "Have you taken her to Marseilles?"

After receiving Zhang Rui's affirmative answer, Shen Lingye frowned slightly, and his words were a little more dissatisfied, "Who told you to make your own decisions?!"

(End of this chapter)