Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 270 You just say a word, and I'll slap you. Yu Song doesn't think it means that his wife ranks last in the husband's heart.

On the contrary, it is precisely because I care too much about it that I am hesitant and indecisive, and no matter how I arrange it, I feel that it is inappropriate...

Is that so?

The man didn't answer his question for a long time, but his dark eyes fell on the window not far away, looking at the winter sun, silent.

Yu Song was slightly startled. In this strange silence, he actually felt some kind of helpless despair.

It must be his illusion, it must be.

"I'll do what I told you first." The man said in a deep voice, "I'll talk about the rest... later."

After Jiang Lin finished speaking, Zhou Yicheng had just finished shopping for breakfast and came back. He nodded respectfully to the man on the bed and the woman standing beside the bed, "Sir, I bought all Miss Belle's favorite food."

Yao Bei'er glanced at it, and as expected, she couldn't help feeling a little strange in her heart, it wasn't disgusting, but definitely not moved.

Maybe it's just a little moved, a person who has never been looked down upon by her will remember every bit of her preferences, and these preferences, Jiang Lin has never paid attention to these preferences in the four years they have been together with her.

Yao Bei'er didn't move, just stood quietly and looked at the man on the bed with a darker expression than usual, "Do you have anything else to say to me? I want to go back to sleep after I finish."

The man raised his head, his thin lips moved, as if he wanted to say a lot, but in the end he only said four words: "Eat first."

He needs to think, he needs to think hard.

Yao Bei'er looked at him for a moment, took a deep breath, sat down beside his bed, and ate quietly.

Her face was pale and bloodless, and she had lost the vigor she once had, only showing sickness and emaciation.

Last night, he was first scolded by Prosecutor Zhao's wife, then rescued by Jiang Lin, and then injured by the paparazzi's candid photos. In the middle of the night, he was even more worried about his car accident, and several people stood guard at the door of the emergency room. When she was young, she was sleepy and hungry now.

"After eating in a while, let Yicheng take you to check your body." The man looked at her with her head buried in her food, and said lightly.

"Check your body?" Yao Bei'er paused and looked up, "Why?"

Zhou Yicheng explained in a gentle voice: "Miss Bell, Dr. Hao only gave you emergency treatment last night. Since you are already in the hospital, it is safer to have a comprehensive checkup, not to mention that your injuries should be changed right now." .”

Yao Beier only felt like a frog thrown into warm water, her patience was exhausted little by little, "Jiang Lin, what do you want to do? I told you that you don't owe me anything anymore, there is no need to treat me like this. "

The man was noncommittal, as if he didn't hear what she said, and only said to Zhou Yicheng: "Open a VIP ward for Ms. Belle. She will stay in the hospital for the next two days and won't go back to the hotel."

Yao Beier's eyes darkened, "What am I doing in the hospital?"

The man's voice is flat and straightforward, quite calm, without too much ups and downs: "Stay with me."

*

Maybe it was because he had something in his heart, Duan Zijin woke up very early the next day.

After breakfast, Ah Qing took her back to Jiang's house to get her mobile phone and some usual medicine.

Seeing her coming back, Yiqing immediately went up to meet her, "Madam, why did you come back?"

Duan Zijin was stunned for a moment, and found that her eyes were red and swollen, so he couldn't help frowning, "What happened?"

As she said that, she looked at the entrance. The man's clothes and shoes were not there, and she didn't know what it was like, "Mr. didn't come back last night?"

"No!" Speaking of Mr., the tears that had just stopped in Yiqing's eyes began to flow out again, "Yu Song came here this morning and took away a lot of daily necessities from Mr. I asked him where he was going. explain……"

Duan Zijin thumped in his heart, daily necessities, couldn't just move to a hotel to live with Yao Beier, right?

Just as this idea came to her mind, Yiqing's crying voice rang out: "He said to go to the hospital. Mr. was in a car accident last night and was rescued at the City Central Hospital."

Duan Zijin's wrist softened, and the several cans of medicine bottles in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash", and the pills were also scattered all over the ground.

It took a long time for her to find her voice, trembling and disbelieving, "Have a car accident?"

The dream she had had all night suddenly reappeared in front of her eyes. The thick smoke and the sharp and piercing sound of brakes seemed to be in the scene.

Duan Zijin's mind went blank, she didn't care about so many things, she turned her head and hugged her belly, ran out at the fastest speed she could run, slapped hard and stopped outside Jiang's house car.

The man in the car hurriedly unlocked the car, Duan Zijin sat in, hurriedly fastened his seat belt, "Go to the City Central Hospital."

Duan Zipei frowned, looked at her face that was as white as wax, and said in an unhurried tone, "What's wrong?"

Duan Zijin turned around, his voice sounded calm, but he couldn't hide the panic and fear deep inside, "Jiang Lin had a car accident."

*

When he arrived at the hospital, Duan Zijin didn't care about anything, he opened the car door and walked quickly.

Duan Zipei parked the car and hurried to catch up, "Yuyou, slow down, the baby is seven months old, nothing can happen at this time."

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything, but after mentioning it, Duan Zijin suddenly felt a pain in her stomach, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and the scene in front of her was blurred by the blue-white sunlight, she gritted her teeth and shook her head , it became clear again.

Duan Zipei hurriedly supported her crumbling body, picked her up from the ground, and coaxed her in a low voice: "I'll carry you there, don't worry, huh?"

Duan Zijin didn't know whether it was because of the pain or something else, clutching the shirt on his chest, his palms were covered with sweat.

He brought Duan Zijin to the nurse's front desk and asked about Jiang Lin's ward. The nurse on duty quickly found out and told him.

After hearing the number of the ward, Duan Zipei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Not the ICU.

This at least shows that his life is not in danger.

Perhaps it was because the man's appearance and temperament were extraordinary, so the nurse was very impressed with him, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the patient has been out of the operating room for several hours, and the injury on the leg is not particularly serious. It will be fine for a while.”

Only then did Duan Zijin feel that the spinning world slowly calmed down, all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away by someone, and he let go of his five fingers, and the shirt on Ah Qing's body that was tightly grasped by her was also relieved.

Ah Qing sent her to the door of Jiang Lin's ward, but was hurriedly called away by the company's phone.

Before leaving, he hesitated to glance at the woman beside him.

Duan Zijin was much more straightforward than him, and said calmly: "Since there is nothing wrong, you can go back first. Yu Song and the others are all inside, and I will never let anything happen to me."

The man stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair on her forehead, feeling ominous for some reason, but he didn't think much, glanced at the two tall bodyguards at the door, and left.

Duan Zijin watched his figure disappear at the entrance of the corridor, and then opened the door and walked into the ward.

The bodyguard recognized her and naturally did not stop her.

But the scene in the ward made Duan Zijin's heart hang all the way, and he sank fiercely.

The man was lying on the hospital bed in hospital gown, and on the chair accompanying the bed, Yao Beier was sitting there, peeling an apple carefully in his hand, when she walked in, Yao Beier was pricking an apple with a toothpick Feed it into the man's mouth.The man didn't refuse, his thin and shapely lips parted slightly, and he bit the apple off the toothpick.

She suddenly felt so absurd that she wanted to laugh out loud.

The people in the room heard the movement and looked up at the same time.

Perhaps Yao Beier was guilty, her hand trembled suddenly, the knife almost fell out of her hand, but the man held his fingers and reminded in a low voice: "Hold the knife, be careful."

Duan Zijin didn't even look at Yao Bei'er, and went straight to Jiang Lin's side, "After the operation, what did the doctor say?"

The man on the hospital bed looked up at her, his black eyes were deep and calm, "It's nothing serious, what are you doing here?"

Duan Zijin was taken aback by his question, and looked at Yao Beier on the other side of the hospital bed again, with a few complexities and doubts in his heart, and said to her: "Miss Yao, can I ask you to go out first? I have something to say. Want to talk to him."

Yao Bei'er has already returned to her usual calm and arrogant style, with a mocking smile in her beautiful eyes, she raised her wrist a little, "Look, Jiang Lin doesn't seem to want me to go out very much. "

The woman's brown pupils were gentle, and her eyes calmly fell on the man's hand holding Yao Bei'er tightly. The corners of her eyes tightened a little, and she patiently said to the man on the hospital bed: "Jiang Lin, what do you mean by doing this now? ?”

What happened last night hasn't been explained clearly, and now you dare to openly hold someone else's hand in front of her?If last night was an accident and she could accept it, what is it now?

The man looked up at her lightly, let go of his hand, and instead of answering her question, he said, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Duan Zijin looked at the man's handsome but indifferent facial features, the lines revealed a relaxed reserve and nobility, perhaps because he has half of the Germanic blood, so the outline appeared a little deeper than that of ordinary Asians.It is this profoundness that makes people unable to understand him and guess what he is thinking in his heart.

It was only one night, and Duan Zijin felt that this man's attitude towards her produced a certain alienation visible to the naked eye.

She raised her eyelids and looked at Yao Bei'er, "Miss Yao, can you go out now?"

Yao Beier put down the fruit knife and was about to get up, but the man stretched out his hand to hold her down, "I want you to stay here with me."

The man's voice is like a clear spring, still water flowing deep.

These simple words caused a huge wave in Duan Zijin's heart. She looked at him in disbelief, almost thinking that she had heard it wrong, "Jiang Lin, what are you talking about?"

Yao Bei'er was obviously a little surprised, but she still sat down, patted Jiang Lin's hand comfortingly, and looked up at Duan Zijin, "Mrs. Jiang, the doctor said that the patient's emotions should not be stimulated in any way. Follow his wishes. Since Jiang Lin doesn't want me to go out, if you have anything to say, you can say it here."

Duan Zijin only felt that the "Mrs. Jiang" yelling from her mouth was extremely ironic, as if it carried an indescribable provocation.

She smiled coolly, and bit clearly every word into Shang Jiang Lin's dark and calm eyes, "Did you hit your head in a car accident last night?"

Although the woman's tone of voice was ordinary and the rhythm was always controlled in an unhurried dimension, it made Yao Beier feel a strong sense of contempt and arrogance.

This woman, Duan Zijin, has always been like this. She can easily get things that others can only imagine for a lifetime. Most of the time, she is plain and gentle, but she can always make people feel the feeling of love anytime, anywhere from that delicately curved oval face. The glamorous beauty that can break out of the cocoon.

The man on the hospital bed looked at her face without blinking for a moment, and it was easy to find some sharp sharpness in her eyebrows.

Different from her usual petty emotions, this time she was really angry.

When she makes a scene that shakes the world, it's usually just for him to coax her.

And this silent gloom at this moment is the sign before she gets angry.

"I'm asking you something, Jiang Lin." The woman lazily bent her lower lip and raised a small arc, "Did you hit your head and lose your hearing?"

Yao Bei'er couldn't stand it anymore, "Duan Zijin, Jiang Lin is a patient, can you please calm down your temper?"

"It's not for you to speak!" The woman's suddenly cold voice shocked Yao Bei'er who was caught off guard, "Since you want to stay here, just shut your mouth quietly!"

After finishing speaking, she looked at Jiang Lin again, "When you left home last night, you told me that something happened to the research institute. Why, you went to her bed to do things?"

The man's eyes were quickly covered with a layer of haze, he pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Just this attitude of not knowing, not answering, and not cooperating, simply made Duan Zijin's anger rise up.

She talked all the way to this point, and he still looked very calm.

"You have nothing to explain to me?" After Duan Zijin asked, he smiled as if remembering something, "You just took her hand just now to let me be sensible and go out by myself, right?"

The man frowned, "Why did you come to the hospital early in the morning to make trouble? Belle has been with me all night, she is very tired, talking so loudly will give her a headache."

He finally spoke, and what he said was this.

If it weren't for this face, this voice, just based on his attitude and words at this time, Duan Zijin would not have believed that this was the Jiang Lin she knew.

In one night, why does it seem that she doesn't know this man anymore?

Duan Zijin staggered back a bit, but the man sat on the bed without moving, showing no intention of helping her.

She leaned against the wall behind her, and a sense of sadness rushed into the tip of her tongue, which was so bitter.

But on the surface, she is impeccably rational and calm, "Jiang Lin, what you conveyed to me in every word is that between me and her, you are more concerned about her condition. Girlfriend, I also know that you are ashamed of her. But you remember clearly that there is a limit to guilt, I am your justifiable wife, and what you did to her today has crossed the line. "

After she finished speaking, Yao Beier smiled softly, "A legitimate wife? Duan Zijin, don't forget, married couples still have divorce. He just wants me more now. Accompany you, come and go, it will be hard to say whether you are his wife or not."

After Duan Zijin heard this, for a long time, she didn't have any ups and downs in her expression. She slowly straightened up and walked to Yao Bei'er.

Raising his hand, he slapped her face with a "slap".

Yao Beier couldn't dodge in time, or in other words, from the indifferent and flat expression of the woman in front of her, she couldn't predict that her next move would be to raise her hand to hit her.

Duan Zijin was very calm during the whole process, but the man on the bed changed his expression severely, "Duan Zijin, who gave you permission to do anything to her?"

Duan Zijin withdrew his hand, his slender fingers clenched into fists, his eyes fell on the man's cold and deep handsome face, and he said lightly: "I hit me if I wanted to, why, your heart hurts?"

As she said that, her lips curved into a sharp and biting smile, "You can't do anything lying on the bed now, if you want to complain to her, you are welcome to slap her back at any time when you can stand up. But today, I Just to beat her, you just lie on the hospital bed and watch carefully."

Yao Beier's eyes widened, "Duan Zijin, you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was slapped hard by the woman in front of her again. At the same time as that crisp slap sounded, it was the woman's indifferent voice: "I told you not to talk, don't you understand?"

The same spot on Yao Bei'er's face had gradually turned red and swollen. She stood up abruptly from the chair, covered her face, and said harshly, "Duan Zijin, don't bully me too much!"

Duan Zijin kept the same calm tone from beginning to end, "I said before, you don't have the place to talk here, if you say something, I'll slap you."

When she raised her hand for the third time, the man on the bed grabbed her still wrist.

Duan Zijin seldom saw a man show such a disgusted expression towards her, and rarely heard him say in such a cold and gloomy tone, "You've already slapped her twice, that's enough!"

She looked at the man's hand, his current posture was very distorted, and the legs that had been suspended by the fracture fell down.

Duan Zijin had no doubts, if she still wanted to hit Yao Beier, this man would dare to come down from the hospital bed to stop her.

She raised her brows and smiled, "You care about her so much that you don't even want your legs? Or is it really like what Yao Bei'er said just now, you plan to divorce me and let her take over?"

Yao Bei'er stared blankly at the man standing half in front of her, half astonished and half moved in her heart, suddenly felt that these two slaps were worth it.

She clearly made up her mind to leave his life completely a few hours ago, but at this moment, she was so moved by his desperate protection that she couldn't move forward.

He said to let her accompany him, he quarreled with Duan Zijin because of her...

Yao Bei'er looked at the man's half-suspended body and the bright red bandages on his legs, she quickly supported his body in shock.

Duan Zijin watched these two people play an affectionate scene in front of her with cold eyes, and a layer of coldness came up in her heart, invading her heart and bone marrow, making her hands and feet cold unconsciously.

She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. Seeing such a scene, she didn't feel particularly sad or sad, and it wasn't the grief-stricken mood she felt when Jiang Lin hurt her in every possible way because of Yao Bei'er.

Right now, it seems like watching a farce, feeling absurd and angry.

She calmly looked at the woman across from her, "Yao Bei'er, being a national goddess for your sake is really cheap. Take a look at yourself now, and then look at the recent news about you, what little girl?" , What kind of mistress, how downcast are you, you can only find your sense of existence by meddling in other people's marriages?"

If Yao Beier was just a little humiliated before, then after Duan Zijin said this, she was completely irritated.

The whole face turned red and turned white, as if all the most humble and shameful things in my heart were picked out by this glamorous woman and exposed to the sun.

The woman still smiled unknowingly, mockingly and coldly, "If you really like Jiang Lin so much, why commit yourself to that old man? Don't you think it's dirty if you give it to someone else?"

"Duan Zijin, shut up! What right do you have to say this, if it's not because of you, if it's not because of you!" Yao Bei'er became furious, picked up the fruit knife behind her and stabbed at it. There was only one thought in her heart. Want to kill her.

But no one expected that the knife would end up in Yao Bei'er's stomach.

Duan Zijin stared blankly at the blood flowing from Yao Beier's belly, and at his own hand holding the handle of the knife, couldn't help taking a step back, and screamed.