Scheming Billionaire's Cute Wife

Therefore, ye mingjue took special care of ChiYan. But this time, ChiYan saved yemingjue. This time, he was not seriously injured, but took his own life.

"I'm sorry for her." Ye mingjue looked at the red flame and said suddenly.

Mo Qianqiu and Han Yichen turn their heads and look at yemingjue one after another. Although ChiYan's body lies here, they both know and understand that yemingjue's words are not to ChiYan, but to another person.

"Baron." Qiu Qian's heart aches.

"I promised her at that time that I would take good care of ChiYan, that he would not be in danger of his life, that he would not leave the world, but I broke my appointment. I broke my appointment with her because I didn't abide by her wishes." Yemingjue looked down at the red flame and said.

Only when you are down can you understand how few people are willing to help you.

Only in the poorest to understand, no matter how good feelings are hard to match reality, people are not greedy for money, but are afraid of hardship.

Only in the long life can we understand that romance is easy to endure, but few people are willing to endure you. Therefore, what we should cherish most in the world are these three kinds of people: friends who send charcoal in the snow, brothers who are willing to accompany you through poverty, and people who tolerate you in every way.

The common fault of some people is that it is easy to see others clearly, but not easy to see themselves clearly.

In other people's problems can be considered to be penny pinching, but in their own problems can be rough to the casual.

A selfish heart naturally breeds a pair of selfish eyes, a way of living, and a keen attitude of saying right and wrong behind people's back.

I can't see others in my life. In other words, I've never seen myself clearly.

Han Yichen heard yemingjue's words, put his hand on yemingjue's shoulder and patted him. Yes, he did promise her to protect red flame from harm, but he didn't expect to let red flame save himself today.

"It's too late to say anything now, isn't it? Let's cremate the body of red flame and bury it in a beautiful place." Mo Qian Qiu said quietly.

"Do you want to inform her, after all, the two of them..." Han Yichen wants to talk but stops.

"Let her know. Sooner or later, you will know. If you know, you will have less pain. I'll call her and tell her." Mo Qianqiu said that he would take out his mobile phone and make a phone call.

"I'll call." Said Ye mingjue suddenly.

Mo Qianqiu and Han Yichen turned to look at each other. They didn't speak. They just looked at yemingjue and nodded.

Later, Han Yichen and Mo Qianqiu personally push the body of red flame to the morgue, while yemingjue takes his mobile phone to one side, looks at the number above, and finally presses it.

"Hello! It's me Yeming Jue said in a deep voice.

With ten minutes, yemingjue hung up and held his cell phone tightly.

Mo Qianqiu, Han Yichen and his yemingjue come to the door of the hospital. The cold wind blows on their faces, but they don't feel cold at all.

"Jue, I'll take you back. You should know tomorrow." Han Yichen said in a deep voice.

"No, I'll go back myself. You go back." Yemingjue then turned and left, leaving them with a determined figure.

"Ah! Let's go. " Han Yichen said.

"Well! Be careful on the way. See you tomorrow. " Mo Qianqiu said.

After the two people said goodbye, they got on their own car and left the hospital. Today, this is really a bad thing. It makes them feel bad.

It was already half past ten when yemingjue got home. At this time, the villa was very quiet and everyone went back.

Yemingjue tired off his shoes, coat with his clothes, simply took a bath, back to the bedroom to see the weak light at the head of the bed.

The night is as quiet as a pool of water. It seems that all the creatures have fallen asleep and everything seems so quiet.

An xiaonuan is very weak, lying on the bed and then covered with a quilt, it's not easy to find someone wearing it. The weak light sprinkles on an xiaonuan's cheek, which makes her quiet and warm.

Yemingjue walked to the bedside, his eyes became gentle, the original fatigue disappeared a little, opened the quilt, carefully lying on an xiaonuan's side.

He gave Ann a kiss on her cheek, corner of mouth, forehead and chin.

"Good night! my baby! I hope you have me in your dreams. " Yemingjue closed his eyes and had a rest.

The next day.

Ye mingjue unexpectedly wakes an xiaonuan up, and then tells an xiaonuan that he doesn't need to make up lessons today and wants to go out. During this period, ye ranxi also wants to go out, but he is stopped decisively by Ye mingjue.

Because night ranxi is still pregnant, can't let night ranxi go to such a place, night ranxi has no way, can only stay at home honestly.

Along the way, no matter how Ann xiaonuan asked, he didn't tell her where she was going. In the end, Ann xiaonuan had no choice but to ask. If he didn't want to tell her, he wouldn't tell himself.After half an hour's drive, an xiaonuan finally knows where yemingjue is going to take him. It turns out to be a hospital.

"Uncle, I'm not sick!" An xiaonuan said.

"What do you think? Who said you were sick? Now don't ask anything, OK?" Said Ye mingjue.

An xiaonuan looked at the sadness in yemingjue's eyes and nodded quickly.

Ye mingjue takes an xiaonuan to the hospital. An xiaonuan follows him all the way. When an xiaonuan sees the three words in the morgue, he looks at him in shock and thinks who is dead.

Yemingjue opened the door of the morgue. There were Han Yichen, Mo Qianqiu, nanlichuan, yeyi and Andrew in it. They were all standing in front of a corpse. An xiaonuan didn't know who the man was until he came into his side.

"Red flame!" An xiaonuan exclaimed in shock.

"Well! Red flame. " Ye Ming Jue said calmly.

"Why How could that be An xiaonuan asked in shock.

She never thought that the person lying in the morgue was red flame. In his heart, no matter who was working beside yemingjue, she felt very powerful. Even if yeyi was just a special assistant, an xiaonuan didn't expect that. Looking at the red flame lying there, she felt sour.