My Husband, Warm The Bed

Three months later.

The cold winter has passed, and now everything is revived, and spring is blooming. It is a good season of the year.

A luxury private hospital in New York.

At the entrance of the hospital, the court was strict, and it would be difficult for a fly to fly in without the approval of the superior.

Liu Yong got out of the car and went through numerous security checks. He walked from the entrance of the hospital and turned right into the rising elevator, leading to the high-level ward of the hospital on the eighth floor.

Standing in the elevator, watching the number on the elevator display from one to two, and then slowly rising, only a few seconds, the elevator has reached the destination on the eighth floor.

He stood in the elevator, took a deep breath, and pulled his already neat suit before stepping out of the elevator.

Get out of the elevator, turn right, follow the corridor, and walk to the end of the corridor. Next to it is a luxurious suite marked with eight.

Looking at the heavy door, he stood still, took a deep breath again, and waited for several seconds before slowly raising his hand to knock on the door.

After knocking on the door, he waited for a few more seconds, and when he heard the heavy "come in" coming from the room, he just pushed the door and entered.

"President Qin!" He looked at the man in the room standing by the window with his back facing the door in a white shirt, and called out respectfully.

"Huh?" Qin Yue stood straight, motionless, looking into the distance out of the window, wondering what he was looking at?

"Mr. Qin, everything has been handled according to your instructions." Liu Yong handed out the document in his hand, but Qin Yue still did not look back, so he held the document and held the posture of handing it out.

After a long time, Qin Yue withdrew his gaze to the distance and turned to look.

His gaze under the golden frame was as sharp as a demon from hell, but soon, he grabbed the sharpness in his eyes.

"Is everything done?" He asked, his voice low, but with an absolute majesty that no one could violate.

"Ye Yichen is a hard bone. He is unwilling to confess what he has done to death, but his mother is different. His mother loves his son, and his son still has a bit of conscience and is unwilling to see his mother. Suffer." At this point, Liu Yong stepped forward slightly, handing the hand piece to Qin Yue with both hands.

Qin Yue still didn't reach out to pick it up. Liu Yong maintained the posture of handing out the information files again, sweating in his heart, and didn't know what he was doing. Their President seemed satisfied?

After all, the victim of this incident is not someone else, but the woman their President attaches most importance to-the wife of the President.

Three months have passed since the bombing that caused a sensation in New York, but the impact of this incident has still not been eliminated.

On January 5th, local time in New York, a warehouse next to a container in the suburbs was blown up by a bomb. The fire spread. It burned for two days and two nights, burning the entire warehouse clean.

This incident immediately attracted the attention of relevant departments. When they knew that the incident was still related to Shengtian’s head family, the officials immediately defined the incident as a terrorist attack.

Defined as a terrorist attack, even if he had nine heads, Ye Yichen could not escape the fate of being cruelly sanctioned.

Three days later, the authorities announced that the instigators and perpetrators of the terrorist incident had been captured by them and would be sentenced to death.

But Ye Yichen, who should have been taken death measures, did not die. The officials automatically handed him over to Qin Yue. After all, the impact of this incident was not as bad as Qin Yue's.

Shengtian's international influence is very large, even the US government still has to give Qin Yue three points.

After a while, Qin Yue reached out and took the file. He opened it and found that there were **** photos in the folder.

After flipping through a few photos, the most impressive thing in each photo is blood, red blood, and incomplete people.

No, that is no longer a person, at least not a complete person.

The most special one is Ye Yichen, whose limbs have been cut off. He is lying on the ground, still wriggling as best he can.

The expression on his face looked very painful, and he looked like he wanted to be killed immediately, but he didn't even have the ability to commit suicide.

I want to hit my head, no way.

Because of the soft aura spreading around him, he bumped into it, not as hard as he could hit a piece of tofu.

He also thought about biting his tongue and committing suicide, even more so.

Ye Yichen's teeth were plucked out one by one, and there was no one left. What could he use to bite his tongue?

If he could, he really wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

After reading this, Qin Yue's face did not change at all, only a dark light flashed in his eyes, which was like a bloodthirsty demon.

"He admits that it was Elder Xiao who he sent to kill?" Qin Yue asked, his tone still as indifferent and cold as usual, without too much emotion.

"Yes, he confessed it himself, and confessed the facts of the crime. We have verified it, and it is true." Liu Yong replied respectfully, his tone sounded calm, but his heart was shaking.

He has been with Qin Yue for more than ten years, and he has always thought that he still knows their President, but after this incident, he found that he had never known their President.

Their President is always looking cold and indifferent to the world, but he uses torture methods. He who often handles matters that cannot be put on the face for the President can only sigh.

"Let people watch him carefully, if he dies, you can figure it out." After another long silence, Qin Yue gave another order.

"Yes." Liu Yong took his orders immediately.

At this time, he also had to sigh. Fortunately, he was only loyal to their president in his life, and he had never had any crooked thoughts, otherwise Ye Yichen's fate might be his fate.

Thinking of Ye Yichen's fate, using the words "life is better than death" is not enough to describe Ye Yichen's tragic situation. It can only be said that he cannot survive and cannot survive.

No matter how many years Ye Yichen can live in the second half of his life, he no longer has the ability to speak or act.

He is a living dead with only one breath, and he will continue to endure all kinds of piercing pains every day, until he can no longer bear it, and he really ends this life.

"Ye Yichen's affairs are done, you personally fly to the Aegean Sea to stare at the wedding preparations over there, and you can't make any mistakes." After speaking, Qin Yue waved his hand and signaled Liu Yong to leave.

Liu Yongyiyan stepped back and gently closed the door when he left, not daring to make a sound. After closing the door, he let out a long sigh.

The president's aura is really getting stronger and stronger. The tone of the president's speech to him has never changed, but it just makes his heart fear.

He patted his chest and returned the heart he was holding before he went to do what he was supposed to do.