The President's Forced Love

Watching Arnold leave with a smile in horror, the servant quickly rushed into the room after swallowing.When she saw Ye Li lying on the bed, she didn't know whether she was dead or alive, she felt a wave of despair rushing into her mind.

It's over, it's over.

If you don't confess Miss Arnold, then all the responsibility will fall on yourself, and the young master will definitely kill yourself.

However, Miss Arnold is not an easy talker.

Biting his lower lip, the servant hesitated between taking responsibility and betraying Arnold, totally oblivious to the person standing behind him.

"Why is the door open!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind.

Trembling all over, the servant's eyes widened in horror, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop when his feet softened, "Young, young master, Ye, Miss Ye..."

The originally indifferent expression froze on his face, his heart trembled fiercely, and he suddenly looked in the direction of the bed.

When he saw Ye Li with disheveled hair, a trace of panic flashed in his black eyes, and he hugged Ye Li as he strode forward.

"Ye Li! Ye Li!"

The palm-sized face was bloodless, and even her lips were colorless. Ye Li closed her eyes, breathing weakly, and her whole body was so fragile that it would disappear at any moment.

With a completely ugly face, Fu Lin stood up holding Ye Li tightly, and ran out of the room like a gust of wind.

"Fu Lin, Fu..."

Without looking at Arnold, ignoring everyone's surprised eyes, he just stubbornly walked towards the door.

The smile froze on his face, Arnold looked at this scene in disbelief, his eyes were gloomy and he stood there, his clenched fists oozing blood.

This woman is really good at tricks, she even played the trick of fainting.

Reluctantly walking up quickly, she stopped Fu Lin.

Glaring at Arnold gloomyly, Fu Lin growled, "Go away!"

Arnold trembled, although she wished she could grab Ye Li and throw it on the ground, but she still had to pretend to be a good person who thought about Ye Li.

"I'm doing it for your own good. If you go out like this, the media outside will definitely go crazy!" She frowned sadly and persuaded softly.

Body froze, Fu Lin tightened her lips, holding Ye Li's hand even harder.

Filled with unwillingness, Arnold persuaded again softly, "If you insist on carrying her out, wouldn't all the efforts we have made before be in vain? Listen to me, put Ye Li down."

At this time, the old butler had already walked up quickly.Seeing this scene, he frowned, glanced coldly at Arnold, and walked to Fu Lin's side.

"Master, leave Miss Ye to me." He said softly.

Fu Lin didn't move, still holding Ye Li tightly, his handsome face was full of stubbornness.

"Master, don't waste any more time, Miss Ye needs to receive treatment as soon as possible." Sighing in his heart, the old butler emphasized his tone.

Frozen, Fu Lin lowered his head.

The hand holding Ye Li became looser and looser, and the corner of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.

In vain he was sure that he would be able to protect Ye Li, but he hurt her time and time again.

With a cold face, he put Ye Li into the outstretched arm of the old housekeeper. He stood still and watched the group of people leave quickly, and the bewilderment in his eyes became bigger and bigger.

He thinks he can protect Yeli well, is he wrong?

"Fu Lin, Ye Li will be fine, let's go in first." Arnold greeted her with gentle eyes.