Chapter 1397
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The operation was a success and Lu Yeming was wheeled into the VIP ward.
In the ward.
Jun Xiqing stood beside the bed, lowering her eyes to look at Lu Yeming. He was dressed in a blue and white striped hospital gown, his handsome face pale and pale. He hadn't woken up yet, his curly lashes drooping quietly. He didn't have his usual charisma and arrogance. Right now, he was just like a handsome young master from a prestigious family.
Jun Xiqing stretched out her finger, gently poking at the green stubble that had just appeared on his chin.
The green stubble pricked her finger, making it hurt and numb.
Lu Yeming, oh Lu Yeming. He could charm anyone to death at any time.
At this moment, she heard a flurry of footsteps. Fan Men entered. "Miss Jun."
Jun Xiqing picked up a pen and wrote on the paper — -Take care of His Highness, I'm going back first.
Go back?
Fan Men was shocked. "Miss Jun, aren't you going to stay behind to accompany His Highness? I'm sure His Highness will look for you first when he wakes up."
Jun Xiqing shook her head. No, she couldn't stay behind.
She was in danger now. The poison in her body hadn't been neutralized and she was afraid that she would hurt him again.
Jun Xiqing walked out.
At this moment, Bei Yuewu came over. "Qingqing, are you leaving?"
Jun Xiqing looked at Bei Yuewu — -Auntie, I'm sorry.
Bei Yuewu held Jun Xiqing's soft hand. "Qingqing, you don't have to blame yourself. This is a grudge between the previous generation and it implicated innocent people like you. My son is a tough nut to crack, he won't die even if you stab him again."
"…"
Jun Xiqing … Haha, she wouldn't dare to.
"Your Majesty," Fan Men called out.
Bei Yuewu lifted her eyes and saw Murong Jiancheng. Murong Jiancheng stood tall and straight in front of her. He first glanced at Lu Yeming in the ward before his deep gaze landed on her face.
The dim light from the corridor shone on Murong Jiancheng's handsome face. He was stern and dignified, but she couldn't see his emotions.
Their eyes met. Fan Men was the most nervous one.
Fan Men was afraid that Murong Jiancheng would do something to Bei Yuewu. Murong Jiancheng had held Bei Yuewu captive for so many years.
Three years ago, Bei Yuewu drugged Murong Jiancheng and ran away with a divorce letter.
Now that His Highness was not awake, Fan Men did not know who he should listen to if the two of them started fighting.
However, nothing happened.
Murong Jiancheng looked at Bei Yuewu coldly and turned to leave.
Fan Men was stunned. What did His Majesty mean?
Bei Yuewu looked at Murong Jiancheng's back view. He was an ex-husband, so there was nothing much for them to talk about.
"Qingqing, I want to go back too. Let's go together."
…
Bei Yuewu and Jun Xiqing walked out of the elevator and into the hospital lobby.
Jun Xiqing looked up and saw a familiar face.
She quickly tugged at Bei Yuewu — - Auntie, look.
Bei Yuewu lifted her head to see Murong Jiancheng.
Murong Jiancheng stood by the door. As the Emperor of a country, he exuded an indescribable aura.
He was wearing a custom-made black coat with a white shirt and black trousers. On his sturdy wrist was a limited edition steel watch. He was the center of attention in the sea of people. A man in his forties was mature, handsome and refined. Power, money, wealth and power were all in the palm of his hand. Regardless of whether it was a young girl who had just experienced her first awakening of love or a charming young married woman, he was the type of person who was mesmerized.
A long-haired girl stood in front of Murong Jiancheng. She wore a pure white dress and looked to be only 20 years old. She was young and beautiful.
The girl's face was red as she looked at Murong Jiancheng with adoration. She handed him a paper bag shyly.
It was obviously a gift for Murong Jiancheng.
Murong Jiancheng was expressionless. He looked at the girl impassively and walked away.
The girl covered her mouth and ran away in tears.
"Tsk tsk." Bei Yuewu clicked her tongue. "He's still the same, a blockhead who doesn't understand romance."
Jun Xiqing wrote on Bei Yuewu's palm — - His Majesty doesn't lust after women.
Bei Yuewu raised her brows and looked at Jun Xiqing flirtatiously. "He's a eunuch if he doesn't lust after women."
Jun Xiqing straightened her back. She swore that she had never said that His Majesty was a eunuch!
…
Bei Yuewu didn't stay in Ah Jiao's Room. Instead, she stayed in a luxurious seven-star hotel. Jun Xiqing also stayed there.
At night, Bei Yuewu took a shower and changed into a black silk nightdress. She picked up her phone, wanting to send Jun Xiqing a message.
But she remembered that she didn't have Jun Xiqing's number.
Bei Yuewu had been in the underworld for so many years and she knew how to read people. Jun Xiqing was delicate, intelligent and intelligent. She didn't lose the gentleness and beauty of a girl. She was a match made in heaven with her son.
In her heart, she already saw Jun Xiqing as her future daughter-in-law.
How could she not have her future daughter-in-law's number?
What a mistake.
Bei Yuewu opened the door and walked along the corridor to look for Jun Xiqing.
8066。
Oh right, this was Qingqing's room number.
Bei Yuewu knocked on the door, but it wasn't closed and opened with a creak.
Why didn't Qingqing close the door?
Bei Yuewu walked in.
There was no one in the luxurious presidential suite of the Ou Corporation. Bei Yuewu looked around and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Qingqing seemed to be bathing.
Bei Yuewu walked to the bathroom door.
Just as she walked over, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and a large palm reached out like lightning, clasped her wrist, and pulled her in.
She was pressed against the cold porcelain wall and a handsome and mature face appeared in front of her.
Murong Jiancheng.
Bei Yuewu froze. "Why are you here?"
Murong Jiancheng's aura gradually disappeared when he saw her. He pursed his thin lips. "I thought it was a thief. Why are you in my room?"
His room?
Bei Yuewu knew that she had entered the wrong room.
8606. That seemed to be Qingqing's room number.
At this moment, Murong Jiancheng let go of her and turned around.
Bei Yuewu leaned against the wall and looked at him. He was bathing just now and his whole body was wet. He only had a towel around his waist.
Her gaze wandered over his body. He was a man in his forties and his figure was just like his mature and handsome face. He didn't age at all. His muscles were firm, his abs were six-pack and his waistline was tight. Tiny water droplets flowed down his well-defined muscles, making one blush.
Sensing her wanton gaze, Murong Jiancheng turned his head and looked at her. "Have you seen enough?"
Bei Yuewu curved her red lips lazily. "Murong Jiancheng, even though I've divorced you, we're still husband and wife. Can't I catch up with you?"
Murong Jiancheng sneered. "We're still husband and wife. Why don't I look for you in bed when I'm free?"
"…"
Bei Yuewu blinked. "Murong Jiancheng, you … you've become naughty." If she wanted to chat about 'Warm Marriage: Young Master Gu, Dote on Me' with more like-minded people, follow Youdu Literature on WeChat.
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