Lord Qin, Your Little Mute is a Full-level Boss

"Impossible, impossible..."

Ye Xingyao shook his hands and watched the news broadcast in the living room with scarlet eyes.

Li Lizhu lowered her eyelashes to block the triumph and viciousness of her eyes, and curled her lips calmly.

She turned on the TV on purpose to let Ye Xingyao know that the woman was gone.

He never needs to miss that woman anymore.

From then on, Ye Xingyao will definitely look away and find her good.

She stood up and walked to Ye Xingyao's side, watching the TV news sadly.

"Sister An An, how could she die unexpectedly?"

She pears choked with rain and said.

"how so?"

"Didn't she say that she was doing well?"

"Why is she in a mental hospital?"

"Why died accidentally because of escaping from a mental hospital?"

"In the past few years, she told me that she had a very good life, is she always comforting me?"

Li Lizhu choked and said, tears down like a rain, even more miserable than the cry of a dead mother.

Ye Xingyao staggered and turned around, walking out of the presidential palace vainly.

"Ye Ming, send me to see..." Gu An'an.

Before he could finish his words, his eyes went dark and he suddenly fell forward.

Ye Ming swiftly held the president with his hands, and said worriedly.

"President, how are you?"

Li Lizhu immediately ran to the president's side, and together with Ye Ming, he helped the president to sit down on the sofa.

"The president is overwhelmed with grief. Go and find a doctor for the president."

Ye Ming immediately took out his mobile phone.

"Ye Mo rushed to the presidential palace immediately, and the president was in a coma."

"Yes, I'll rush over immediately." Ye Mo replied immediately.

Li Lizhu wanted to take the opportunity to help the president into her bedroom, but now she saw Ye Ming standing by the president's side, and she was suddenly annoyed.

She asked softly.

"Ye Ming, didn't I ask you to invite a doctor?"

"Mrs. Hui, I have called the president's personal doctor, and he will be there soon." Ye Ming replied blankly.

Li Lizhu: "..."

After a moment of silence, Li Lizhu pretended to be concerned.

"Ye Mo is here. Let Ye Mo take good care of the President. I suggest that the President take a rest and don't expose him to things that make him sad."

"Yeah." Ye Ming nodded blankly.

The next day.

Ye Xingyao, who had been in a coma for a day and night, finally awoke.

He went to bed together, and immediately asked Ye Ming to prove to Ye Ming with a flustered expression.

"Ye Ming, am I sitting in a nightmare?"

Ye Ming is Ye Xingyao's personal guard, who grew up with Ye Xingyao.

He understood why Ye Xingyao asked like this.

He glanced distressedly at the president who has always been happy, angry, domineering, and ruthless.

For the first time, he showed him a flustered and anguished look, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"President, maybe you and Miss An An are destined to have no relationship, please be sorry."

"Impossible, impossible..."

Ye Xingyao suddenly slammed his fist on the head of the bed in anger, his fingers dripping with blood.

He hugged his head with painful hands, his eyes were scarlet, and his voice was choked.

"I haven't been with An An, I haven't given An An a happy home,"

"How can she die?"

"I haven't apologized to her yet, I haven't even thought she would admit her mistake, I haven't..."

Low and hoarse voice, sobbing.

"I haven't given her a grand wedding yet."

"She can't die."

Ye Xingyao's heart seemed to have broken a big hole, and it was as if he had been slapped with a stab in his heart. The pain was so **** that he couldn't breathe.