Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

  Nanjianyuan didn’t waste any more time, looking up and drank the poison in the bottle.

  Huo Yi watched him drink it all, and put away the gun against his waist.

The first thing Nan Jianyuan finished drinking the poison hurriedly used a fork to put a large strawberry into his mouth, and seriously suggested to Li Beijue, "I think your medicine tastes bad and it is too bitter. It affects the mood of people who drink the medicine. , It would be great if it can be adjusted to a fruity flavor."

  Huo Yi slipped down two black lines on his forehead.

  Is this person a big nerve or has a brain problem?

  Who knows what the poison is like?

  Is there still a few different flavors to let people choose?

  "You can try it when you are idle." Li Beijue is the only person who is indifferent to his suggestions. "The premise is that you are concentrating on helping the person I want you to treat."

  Nan Jianyuan blinked, and tilted his head when he didn’t know it. “Isn’t the person you asked me to treat you with your daughter?”

  The daughter is a daughter, why is it so mysterious?

   "Don't worry, I will help her cure it. I drank all the medicine, I am dying." Nan Jianyuan shrugged his shoulders and looked relaxed, completely unlike the person who just drank the poison.

Li Beijue stared into his eyes, stood up first for a while, stared at him condescendingly and said, "I know you are good at detoxification. You'd better not play tricks with me, otherwise I will dig a pit and bury you with a car. Up!"

  Nan Jianyuan was staring at him as if it were real, and the heart seemed to be leaking wind, and his whole body was involuntarily cold.

  He opened his mouth and didn't speak yet.

I heard the stern warning from the arrogant man, “During this time, Huo Yi will stare at you, and if he finds out that you are doing a small movement, he will directly interrupt your leg. Anyway, you don’t need to use a pair to help others. Legs, if you want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, you will die."

  After he finished speaking, he reached out and took Chi Eun's hand, "Let’s go. Go home."

   "Um, you won't go to the company?"

  "Don't go!" She found Nan Jianyuan. For him, this matter is more important than going to the company for a meeting.

  He wants to take the person back first, let him help Nono see.

  He took Chi En'en and walked in front. When passing by Nan Jianyuan, he told Huo Yi, "Bring him too."

   "Yes, Sir Alex." Huo Yi's suit and leather shoes looked straightforward, but he belonged to the gentle and handsome type. When a stranger saw him, he couldn't see at all that he was the kind of person who would scoop a gun at others without blinking, "Mr. Nanjian, please."

  Before he had shot the gun at others, now he is polite again.

Nan Jianyuan sighed for a long time, stood up resignedly, and finally glanced at the strawberry cake that hadn't moved much on the table, as if bemoaning his lost freedom, "Um... I can take the cake away. ?"

  Huo Yi lowered his head calmly, and gently refused, “Mr. Nanjian likes to eat cakes and you can go to Country Garden to eat it. Country Garden has a special five-star pastry chef, and Mr. Nan Jian can eat whatever he wants.”

  Nan Jianyuan completely resigned, and under Huo Yi’s supervision, he followed Huo Yi into the Land Rover on the side of the road...

  It took half an hour for the car to drive back to Country Garden.

  Along the way, Nanjianyuan was looking around. When entering the mansion, he couldn't help but let out a smack, "The rich..."

   "That oil painting will not be Van Gogh's sunflower..."

   "Is that trilogy over there?"