The President's Sweet Trap

She slightly struggled to prop up her upper body, raised her eyes and looked around. This is not a hospital or her own home. Everything is so strange that she couldn't help being surprised.

Zhang Yang is holding a glass of water outside the room and is ready to push the door in. One slender finger with clear knuckles is on the door handle, and the other hand is holding a very exquisite landscape painting ceramic cup.

"Where is this...?" Gu Yiyi lifts the quilt and is getting ready to get out of bed. He catches a glimpse of Zhang Yang who has just come in and asks.

"Of course it's my house, otherwise it's on the street?" Zhang Yang put the porcelain cup on the beautiful wooden bedside table, raised his lips, and hung a nearly perfect smile on his good-looking face.

"Why am I here?!" Gu Yiyi looked at Zhang Yang with great vigilance. A touch of uneasiness in her eyes was well hidden, but Zhang Yang still saw it.

"I saved you. Don't thank me for such an attitude?" Publicity stared at Gu Yiyi with interest, picked up the porcelain cup that had just been put on the wooden bedside table, and slowly handed it to Gu Yiyi, "drink some water, don't be thirsty."

Looking at the colorless and tasteless liquid in the porcelain cup held by Zhang Yang's fingers, Gu Yiyi found that her throat was a little dry. Gu Yiyi licked her lips with some entanglement and hesitation, but still didn't take the porcelain cup.

"Why, are you afraid of me poisoning or something? If you don't drink, I'll pour it out? " Zhang Yang sees Gu Yiyi's reaction and action, pretends to really fall down, retracts his hand and is ready to get up and leave.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, give me that glass of water." Not surprisingly, Gu Yiyi calmly asked Zhang Yang for the cup. Zhang Yang smiled and handed over the porcelain cup. Looking at Gu Yiyi carefully sipping the water in the cup, he sat still.

"Oh, by the way, I don't know how you are. The hospital may not be able to make an appointment, so I arranged my personal doctor to check and care for you. Now it's estimated that the time is coming." Zhang Yang glanced at his watch on his left wrist, raised his head and told Gu Yiyi with a smile.

Gu Yiyi was surprised, smiled and thanked Zhang Yang, then suddenly remembered something important, hurriedly asked Zhang Yang, "wait! Where's the dust?! Where is he? Is there anything wrong with him? "

"Good, good, I didn't see him. I only saw a man fainting on the side of the road, but he must be fine." Zhang Yang was slightly stunned. He looked at Gu Yiyi with an anxious face at the moment. He was a little unhappy, but he still answered Gu Yiyi's question with a gentleman's comfort.

"No, I'm going to find him!!!" Gu Yiyi lifts up the quilt again. There is a posture that whoever dares to obstruct her from looking for the dust in the South will never finish with anyone.

Zhang Yang was surprised and hurriedly pressed Gu Yiyi. He had a headache and hurriedly called a private doctor to take care of her.

After nursing, Zhang Yang's eyes stared at Gu Yiyi. Gu Yiyi was a little flustered. He couldn't help reaching out and grabbing his face. It seemed that there was something dirty on Gu Yiyi's face that attracted Zhang Yang.

After a long time of publicity, he said, "Gu Yiyi, you are very beautiful, really beautiful..."

"Ah ah?! Thanks? Thank you... " Gu Yiyi was slightly stunned. Her brain crashed a little and thanked Zhang Yang with a tentative inquiry tone.

"Only... Thank you...?" Zhang Yang heard Gu Yiyi's tone, and his exquisite face was covered up with excellent loss and pain.

"Ah? What else...? " Gu Yiyi really doesn't understand why publicity is so at the moment. Gu Yiyi is at a loss and can only tentatively ask publicity what he wants.

"Gu Yiyi... You are so beautiful... Nanqingchen doesn't deserve you. Do you want to consider me?" With his outspoken tongue sticking out of his mouth, he seemed greedy and licked his lips. His eyes kept sneaking on Gu Yiyi's face.

"What?!" Gu Yiyi was stunned. She looked at Zhang Yang incredulously, and her hands could not help shaking.

"How's it going? I'm hundreds of times better than nanqingchen. I'm handsome and rich. I can give you the best and most desired life! " Zhang Yang's tone was a little high, and he couldn't hide his excitement and euphoria in his tone.

"So, that's why you brought me back to your house?!" Gu Yiyi seems to be trembling, but it is estimated that the fetus in his stomach is still trying to calm his incredible and unwilling to accept.

"At first I brought you back to save you, but now look, you are so beautiful... You'd better marry me. How's it going? " Zhang Yang raised his lips and looked at Gu Yiyi on the bed with a smile.

"Impossible! I decline! I tell you clearly that I can't agree! Don't even think about it! Where's my cell phone?! Give it to me! " Gu Yiyi holds her fist and resists the idea that she wants to beat Zhang Yang. It is estimated that she is still in his home, and a pregnant woman can't beat Zhang Yang, so she still puts down her fist and asks Zhang Yang about the location of her mobile phone.

"Ah? Cell phone... Oh, here, what's the matter. " Zhang Yang touched Gu Yiyi's mobile phone and quickly handed it over. Zhang Yang was a little afraid that he would frighten Gu Yiyi into fetal Qi or something.

"Hey, South dust! Where are you? I'm at home. Come and pick me up. Hurry up! " Gu Yiyi picks up her mobile phone and dials nanqingchen, because she is angry and even her tone towards nanqingchen is a little excited.

Zhang Yangpo was a little helpless. He really had no way to help Gu Yiyi, a woman who would severely refuse him for the first time.

"Well, I'll wait for you to come. Jomi. " Gu Yiyi probably heard nanqingchen's promise. She was in a good mood and sat on the bed to make a phone call. Before hanging up, she kissed nanqingchen.

"Marry me. I have everything you need and want. I can give you anything you want, money, status and rights. I can hold a wedding in the most luxurious place in the world when we get married, or invite the best doctor when you give birth, and he can't go south." The loud and bewitching voice bit by bit penetrated Gu Yiyi's ears, but it didn't seem to be of any use.

"But first, I don't like you. Second, I still have a child in my stomach. Don't you even mind this?" Gu Yiyi looks at Zhang Yang suspiciously. It is reasonable to say that no one will not mind that the child in a woman's belly is not his own.

"Of course not, because I like you, and love can be cultivated."

"I mind. I'll never like you." Yangu Yichen refused to take her home.