The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

The main purpose of Jiang Ruoli's stay in the hospital is to reassure Pei Zigui.

The president naturally couldn't concentrate on his work when his wife was sick. When delivering the pad to Jiang Ruoli, Assistant Mo also "by the way" delivered a bunch of documents.

"Boss Pei, please take some time today to review these documents. Also, I have canceled or postponed all the business dinners for you in the next two days. Please just stay in the hospital and take care of your wife."

Pei Zigui responded in a low voice and continued to peel the apple without raising his head.

Jiang Ruoli was basking in the sun on a lounge chair by the window. Pei Zigui had forcibly carried him over, saying that more sun exposure could kill bacteria and it wouldn't do any harm anyway.

The little girl was holding a fruit plate with carefully cut kiwis in it. Some had yellow, green and red hearts, arranged together like a rainbow. They were also used to supplement her vitamin C.

"Assistant Mo, now that your CEO Pei isn't going to work, it must be very hard for you to be alone in the company, right?"

"It's not hard, it's all my job."

(This love-crazy husband doesn’t go to the company, so he has to run back and forth!)

Jiang Ruoli gave a thumbs-up with the hand holding a kiwi fruit, and praised with a smile: "I think you can be the president."

Assistant Mote almost fell to his knees. He dared not say such words. In ancient times, one could punish the entire clan with such words.

"Madam, stop joking. How can I compare to President Pei?"

(Stop talking about this, sir. Please stop talking about this! I still have a hamster to take care of!)

Jiang Ruoli shook his head, his eyes fell on the car keys on Mott's assistant, and he couldn't help but raise his voice:

"Assistant Mote, did you come here on a motorcycle? Did you learn it so quickly? The gift I gave you is pretty good, isn't it?"

Even though he had a bad cold, Jiang Ruoli kept talking one thing after another, and he never stopped except eating and talking.

Pei Zigui took the peeled and cut apple in his hand and placed it on the small coffee table next to the woman, then turned his head slightly to look at his special assistant.

"You can go now. Just send non-essential documents to my email."

"Okay Mr. Pei."

Huo Die is jealous again.

Assistant Mote held his cross-body sports bag tightly and quietly left the ward. Before leaving, he opened his mouth wide towards Jiang Ruoli who was standing by the window and thanked him with a smile:

"Ma'am, thank you for your gift. I hope you will live a long life!"

Jiang Ruoli couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Assistant Mote is really interesting. Where did you find such a treasure?"

"I think our Mote Assistant is much more interesting than Li Yanzhou's extremely serious Zhou Assistant, right?"

"Although Assistant Zhou can cook, drive, and is a top student who graduated from the University of California, our Assistant Mo can eat and talk, right?"

The little mouth opened and closed, and a slightly hoarse voice uttered one sentence after another, leaving no gaps at all.

Pei Zigui made a click of the tongue, grabbed Jiang Ruoli's chin and kissed her, blocking that little mouth with a physical attack.

Thinking that she was still catching a cold, Jiang Ruoli tried to hide away, but Pei Zigui held her tighter. He bent down, almost covering her with his shadow.

"Well……"

Pei Zigui finally let her breathe.

With his nose blocked, the kissing experience was reduced by half. Jiang Ruoli opened his mouth wide and took two deep breaths of fresh air, staring at him mercilessly with his big watery eyes.

"I have a cold! It's contagious!"

Pei Zigui gently rubbed the soft flesh on the little girl's chin, picked her up and sat her on his lap, his magnetic voice with a smile:

"Baby, this is not a viral cold. It's not that easily contagious."

"Then you can't kiss me like that. I can't breathe."

Pei Zigui pinched his pouty cheeks and said in a gentle voice, "Okay, I was wrong. Your throat needs to be treated by less talking. This is the only solution I can think of."

He moved closer again and stopped when he was 0.01 cm away from the soft lips.

"Baby, can I kiss you a little more gently this time?"

The familiar touch touched my lips again, carrying with it the cool and pleasant scent of fir.

"Well……"

Downstairs in the hospital, Mott trotted over to his new motorcycle.

"Madam has been talking too much and has delayed us for a while. Let's go."

Vivian was wearing a black shirt and black pants, with a black helmet on her arm, she looked so cool. After hearing what Assistant Mo said, she said:

"Madam, that's called being lively, not talkative."

She put on her helmet and stepped into the car. "What are you waiting for? Get in the car!"

Assistant Mott quickly picked up the green helmet on the rearview mirror and put it on himself, then sat on the back seat of the motorcycle and grabbed a corner of Vivian's clothes like a bullied young wife. (Vivian didn't want him to hug her waist.)

"Don't worry, we can go back slowly...ah——"

The heavy machine left the hospital like an arrow from a bow.

Only Vivian can drive four wheels slowly but drive two wheels as fast as a rocket.

Not far away, two furtive figures appeared at the entrance of the exclusive passage leading to the VIP ward.

The woman has a slim figure and wears a mask, sunglasses and a hat. She can be said to be fully armed. The man is slightly less well-equipped, but he also wraps himself up quite tightly.

The two of them sneaked into the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't pick it! There are surveillance cameras!"

"Tsk, come on! How can you be so sneaky when you want to see someone?"

"Don't you know what you did last night?"

"..."

The elevator stopped at a certain floor. After showing relevant documents, the two people walked quickly to their destination and opened the door of the ward impatiently.

"My baby... um... sorry, please continue."

The door of the ward was slammed shut!