Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

   "You think carefully." Li Beijue didn't rush for him to make a decision, but said instead.

  Nan Jianyuan looked at the dog and had to say against his will, "I have considered it clearly."

  Li Beijue turned his hand and took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Huo Yi. After a while, Huo Yi got down from the Land Rover at the intersection and walked over quickly. Bend down respectfully, "Lord Sir."

  "Give him things." Li Beijue's eagle eyes casually picked, his arrogant and handsome face suffocating.

  Huo Yi took out a small bottle from his arms and put it on the table of Nanjianyuan, then stepped aside.

  Nan Jianyuan stared at the bottle curiously for a few seconds, then picked it up, and couldn’t help asking him, “What is this? Is it a drink?”

   "Poison." Simple and rude enough!

Before Nan Jianyuan threw away the bottle in his hand, he heard Li Beijue's strong command, "Drink it!"

  He seemed to have been punched in the face, colorful, so wonderful. It took a long time to squeeze out the stiff facial features with a **** expression, "Drink, drink? Are you kidding me?!"

  He pushed the bottle abruptly, "You said it was poison. I have a problem with my brain and I drink it."

  He wasn't an idle panic, he was fine to give himself two bottles of dichlorvos to drink and play.

   "I just asked you to think carefully." Li Beijue didn't take his resistance to heart at all, and casually reminded him.

   Nan Jianyuan's face flushed red, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to scold her mother, "You asked me to consider whether or not I would consider drinking poison!"

"Because I don't believe you." Li Beijue's dark eyes stared into his eyes, as if he could see through his heart, "You agree now, how can I make sure you won't run in the future? I am too lazy to let people follow you 24 hours a day. Too troublesome."

  In order not to drink the poison, Nan Jianyuan raised his left hand and swore, "No trouble, no trouble, I promise I won’t run!"

   "I just believe you don't want to die." Direct enough and brutal enough!

  Nan Jianyuan saw that no matter what he said, Li Beijue asked him to drink the bottle of unknown origin. He was so shaggy that he was about to lose sight of his original face and his facial features were about to squeeze together. He suddenly waved his hand, "I don't want to drink, you want to drink."

  As soon as his voice fell, Huo Yi didn't know when he had walked quickly to his side, and the muzzle of the Browning's pistol fell silently on his waist.

  Nan Jianyuan's muscles are stiff.

  Li Beijue looked into his eyes. There was no mood swing on his handsome face. His thin rose-colored lips touched impatiently, "Drink!"

  Nan Jianyuan felt that he was already impatient to the extreme.

  He can also feel that the gun against his waist is not aimed at the deadly place, but where he might be half-stuck with a single shot. His black and white eyes were filled with depression and bad luck, and he looked at Chi Enen, which was a grievance. Looking at Chi Enen, he was embarrassed to meet his gaze, don't turn his head.

  Sorry, she really wants to save Nono.

  Nan Jianyuan saw the last life-saving straw and chose not to save him. He stretched out his hand, slowly picked up the bottle, and accepted his fate, “Speaking first, I don’t want to see it for nothing! I have to pay for my treatment.”

  Xuanhu Jishi also has to ask for money. He also needs to swipe his credit card to buy a motorcycle. No one will give him money for nothing because of his excellent medical skills.

  It is very expensive to support your own hobbies.

   "Yes." What Li Beijue lacks most is money!