good morning little wife

Chapter 107 She used violence to control violence (2)
Sheng Xia turned to look at him inexplicably, then put down the documents, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, and asked, "Unwell?" He was still sick, but he worked hard with them all day.

Jo Ki-jun took it, shook his head, and took a sip.

At this time, the secretary knocked on the door and walked in with a lunch box.Sheng Xia helped put down the dining board on the hospital bed, while the secretary opened the lunch box. The two were busy when her cell phone rang.Sheng Xia took a look - Yan Jue, he didn't call her last night, and she deliberately ignored it this day.

Zhao Jijun saw that her expression was not right, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Sheng Xia regained consciousness, cut off the phone, and said, "It's okay, let's eat."

The three of them sat together talking and laughing, but they kept their business in mind. It was already late after dinner, so they left the nurse and the secretary to leave separately.

The hospital at night is not as lively as it is during the day, but families can still be seen coming and going in twos and threes.She was still wearing the suit she had changed when she signed the contract, and the high heels under her feet struck a series of rhythmic sounds on the floor tiles.As the footsteps stopped, she found that the Ferrari trotting car had disappeared in the place where she parked, and it was replaced by a Maybach. Yan Jue was leaning on the car, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

After the footsteps stopped, the night suddenly became very quiet, only occasionally some voices were heard from a distance.And the two looked at each other across the night. He was wearing the simplest shirt and trousers, leaning lazily on the car body, with a cigarette between his fingers, his handsome face was somewhat obscured by the smoke and night.

"Are you done?" he asked, with a slight tone of tone in his tone, which complemented the laziness on his body but also seemed to be mocking.Probably only a person like him can interpret these complicated emotions at the same time so proficiently.

This is the first time the two met after the unhappiness the night before. Sheng Xia looked at him in front of her, suppressing her calm heart all day. At this moment, she felt a sense of irritability, but she didn't lose her temper. Just turn around and leave.

Yan Jue was originally suppressing his anger, but now seeing her ignoring him like this, he was not in a hurry.Slowly took another puff of the cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his feet, before stepping forward to chase after him.

Sheng Xia's pace was not in a hurry, but she walked towards the outside of the hospital with a cold face.He had long legs, and he caught up with her within a few steps, grabbed her arm, and asked, "Where are we going?" Even if he was angry, last night wasn't enough?

Sheng Xia didn't speak, and when the two were in a stalemate, he easily picked her up, then opened the door of the Maybach and stuffed her in.Sheng Xia naturally struggled, but he was standing in front of her, blocking her way.

"Yan Jue!" She glared at him angrily, her voice both annoyed and helpless.

Yan Jue leaned down with one hand on the car door, looked at her and said, "You know I won't allow it, there is always a way." This is not a threat but it is tantamount to a threat.

Sheng Xia met his eyes, and seemed to be defeated in the end, she turned her eyes away and stayed quietly in the car.Yeah, what's the use of being angry?What's the use of being angry?What's the use of being petty?A person's willfulness can only work in front of those who pamper and love him, and he is not the one who loves and pampers him.

After thinking this through, she finally calmed down gradually.

Yan Jue knew that she had emotions, and so did he, but he kept suppressing them.Seeing her calm down, he closed the car door for her, and then went around to the driver's seat.After the Maybach drove out of the hospital, the two remained silent all the way to the apartment.

After entering the door, I saw sumptuous meals on the dining table, and two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Aunt Yu obviously came over to make them in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)