Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Huo Yi saw that it was almost time before he continued, "But I can see clearly from the glass window, doesn't Sir Alex believe the young lady?"

Li Beijue was violently blocked by him, his face was ugly, and he stopped talking.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Chi En'en, he just feels uncomfortable, his heart is blocked, like he is terminally ill, every beat becomes a torment for him.

He finally realized what Huo Yi said before, believing and believing, it means uncomfortable or uncomfortable.

Because I care.

So uncomfortable.

There was another irritability in his chest, he had never been so irritable. He turned around and slammed a fist against the wall, as if he had vented all his emotions on that fist. After slamming a fist on the wall, there was no expression on his arrogant and noble face, those dark eyes were like It is to close all the emotions and become calm and unwavering.

Huo Yi was wondering if he had used the wrong method to make Ferguson understand the feelings of the young lady.

I saw the man who quickly condensed walked to the sofa step by step, tightened his thin lips, sat on the sofa, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come here with that bottle of whiskey."

"Lord, your stomach..."

"bring here!"

He needs to be calm now,

Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that he could sit here and wait for Chi Eun to open the door.

He is very annoying and annoying now, and he is going crazy.

He clearly told himself from the bottom of his heart that Chi Eun and Nishizawa were nothing, and it was only polite to smile at Nishizawa. On the one hand, the uncontrollable caring, the heart of caring will be twisted into a ball, and the caring will be suffocated.

"damn it!"

He has said too much **** it tonight.

But he just couldn't calm down.

Just think of Ji Eun’s disappointment with him, think of Ji Eun’s meeting with Nishizawa, and accepting the “diamond ring” from Nishizawa, and thinking of Linnai’s nonsense... His temples suddenly burst. The beating wildly, and the heart beating wildly along with it.

咚咚咚, a louder than a louder sound, his blood flow is fast jumping.

Compared with this kind of extreme discomfort, the slight discomfort of stomach pain is insignificant!

"Yes."

Huo Yi didn't dare to defy him, hesitatingly took over the whiskey treasured in the mansion.

"Lord Sir."

"Open. Bring some ice cubes over here!"

"……Yes."

Huo Yi went to the luxurious four-door refrigerator to find the ice cubes, put them in the special blood, and carried them over——

The dull looking man picked up the tweezers, grabbed two ice cubes and threw them into the glass, then picked up the wine in the ice bucket and poured a full glass.

Under Huo Yi's gaze, he drank it all.

Seeing his reckless drinking method, Huo Yi already regretted that he had spoken too much before. While stopping him, he said, "My Lord, your stomach is not good, you can't drink like this. I'll make a dinner for you."

Li Beijue glanced over, "Let go!"

Huo Yi slowly let go of his hand, looked at him worriedly, and stood aside.

He took one glass after another, and then half of the bottle went down in a blink of an eye.

The ups and downs in the stomach, and the pain like familiar cramps, finally suppressed the anxiety and discomfort of the heart.

He picked up the wine bottle and was about to pour another bottle. Huo Yi couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over and grabbed the wine bottle and said, "Lord, let me wake up the young lady."