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

If more than 20 years ago, he didn’t want the so-called self-esteem and kept Gu An’an by his side.

Would Gu An'an not leave him?

Wouldn't there be so many regrets between them?

Ye Ming didn't know how to appease Ye Xingyao, so she had to remain silent.

Anyway, he thinks that Mrs. President is a woman who is tea-smelling. If the President was not angry with Ms. An An back then,

Maybe nothing will happen now.

After a long time, Ye Xingyao finally recovered from the sad world.

He got out of bed in a daze and put on his suit.

"I'm going to see her for the last time."

"Ye Ming, prepare a car."

Ye Ming's complexion clenched his fists.

"President, Miss An An's body has been cremated."

"They were buried in the cemetery last night."

"what?"

Ye Xing Yao's eyes suddenly went dark again, his tall body swaying as if he was about to fall down.

He clenched his fists sadly and his eyes were red.

"Why?"

The hair that was originally dark, the hair on both sides of the temples turned pale in an instant.

He muttered to himself sadly.

"Why didn't you let me see you even the last time?"

Ye Ming quickly held Ye Xingyao's arm and looked at Ye Xingyao's white hair in shock.

"President, take care of your body..."

"The deceased is dead, please also mourn for the people of the whole country."

"Our country cannot live without you."

Ye Xingyao threw away Ye Ming and staggered towards the door.

"I can't even protect my beloved woman. What's the point of being this president?"

"What do I mean by being alive?"

Ye Ming hurriedly followed up and persuaded.

"Your Excellency, it's not said in the news that Miss An An died in an accident. You don't have to blame yourself like this."

"This matter has nothing to do with whether you protect Miss An An."

Ye Xingyao stopped abruptly, his handsome face with melancholy and regret.

"How could it have nothing to do with me?"

"If I had sent someone to verify An An's current situation earlier, how could I not know until the day she died, that she was actually put in a mental hospital."

"Your Excellency, how can this be said to be off."

Ye Ming quickly opened his mouth to untie Ye Xingyao.

"It is said in news reports that Miss An An was sent to a mental hospital because she was mentally ill."

"Ye Nancheng sent her to a psychiatric hospital. She should just want to treat Miss An An."

"I just didn't expect..."

Ye Xing Yao's eyes were suddenly cold, and his face was as cold as a glacier.

"What mental illness is not good after so many years of treatment?"

"Ye Nancheng clearly detained An An deliberately. He didn't want to treat An An. He must have ulterior motives."

"He is so harmful to An An, I must make him pay the price."

Ye Ming: "..."

He seems to find no reason to refute His Excellency the President.

Ye Xing Yao looked sadly over her aching heart, and ordered with a hoarse voice.

"Ye Ming, prepare a car and send me to An'an's cemetery."

Ye Ming immediately replied respectfully.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

When Ye Ming was about to retreat, Ye Xingyao asked suddenly.

"By the way, what happened to what I asked you to check last time?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Ye Ming's eyes, and finally replied respectfully.

"Please rest assured, give your subordinates a few more days, they will be able to check it out."

"Ye Ming, when has your efficiency been so low?" Ye Xingyao's face was pale, and he looked at Ye Ming fiercely, his whole body exuding a chilling air.

Ye Ming was suddenly covered in cold sweat, and replied tremblingly.

"This matter, you let your subordinates keep the President's wife secret, but..."