Genius Mengbao: Wife, please remarry

This man is as difficult to serve as he was six years ago.

Yu Shutong had a dark face.

If it wasn't for Xiao Xingxing, she wouldn't care whether this man died or lived.

"Go to Guanlan, not to the hospital, let's go to Guanlan."

Qin Beilian leaned on Yu Shutong's shoulder, and uttered burning words towards Yu Shutong's white swan neck like jade.

Yu Shutong's eyes widened suddenly.

The word Guanlan quietly set off a stormy sea in her eyes.

After two years of marriage, she and this man have been living in Guanlan Villa.

Doesn't this man hate her so much, why does he still keep Guanlan Villa?

They are all so sick, why don't they go to the hospital and go to Guanlan Villa?

He also brought her, a woman whom he had only met a few times!

Or, in the past few years, this man has continuously brought other women to Guanlan!
This idea flashed in Yu Shutong's mind, and Yu Shutong suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart, and a faint oppression in his chest.

"Boss Qin has a lot of real estate. Could it be that the purpose of arranging so many real estate is to make it convenient for the golden house to hide its beauty?"

Although he knew that Qin Beilian was in a coma and might not listen to him at all, Yu Shutong couldn't help but sneer.

Seeing the sarcasm on Yu Shutong's face, Yu Zichu hurriedly explained for Qin Beilian.

"Miss Yu, your misunderstanding of our president is too deep. Although our president claims to be the husband of the people, our president has always kept himself clean. Guanlan Villa is the love nest of the president and his wife after marriage. After his wife disappeared, the president never brought other women there. Passing Guanlan Villa, it may be that the president is in a bad mood tonight, so he wants to go to Guanlan Villa, every time the president is in a bad mood, he will go to Guanlan Villa to stay overnight."

"Mr. Qin is obsessed with his ex-wife."

There was obvious sarcasm in Yu Shutong's tone.

"I heard that Mr. Qin has a deep relationship with Shen Yinghou and his wife. Hasn't even Shen Yinghou been to Guanlan Villa?"

This sentence blurted out from Yu Shutong's mouth.

After Yu Shutong said it, he realized that he was Yu Manhua now. Asking this question seemed a little too concerned about Qin Beilian's private life.

She hastily adjusted her status, and said lightly: "I'm just curious, so I asked casually, if Yuzichu doesn't want to say it, then forget it."

"Shen Jiayan has never been to Guanlan. The CEO said that there will always be only one mistress of Guanlan."

Yu Zichu frowned, and answered in a deep voice.

"Even if that person is no longer alive, she will always be the mistress of Guanlan."

"Miss Yu, the president's condition is very bad now, please send the president back to Guanlan first, I will immediately contact Mr. Zhao to go to Guanlan to treat the president."

As Yu Zichu said, he turned his face and glanced at Old Man Zhu.

"As for Mr. Zhu, I will be responsible for sending him back to his warm home safely."

Two bright street lamps were installed at the gate of the police station, and the lights fell on Qin Beilian's face.

Yu Shutong lowered her head, her eyes fell on Qin Beilian's face, and saw that usually handsome and serious face, now frowning, pale, showing obvious sickness and weakness.

"it is good."

Yu Shutong compromised, and together with Yu Zichu helped the dying man into his white Land Rover.

Four or ten minutes later, the white Land Rover stopped in front of Louwang in the Guanlan villa area.

"Qin Beilian, we're here."

After Yu Shutong parked the car, he turned and looked towards the passenger cab.

The man closed his eyes tightly, leaning against the back of the seat, frowning deeply, sleeping very restlessly.

"If you're not dead, open your eyes for me."

Yu Shutong uttered twice, but the man's body remained motionless, showing no signs of waking up.

"Qin Beilian, I really owed you in my previous life."

Yu Shutong stretched out his hand and patted the man's face with the slap marks twice, gritted his teeth, and had no choice but to be patient, and leaned over to help the man unfasten his seat belt.

"Tongtong, is that you, Tongtong."

Just as Yu Shutong's hand touched the button of the seat belt, the man who had been asleep suddenly moved, and a pair of slender arms encircled her.

"Qin Beilian, you can pretend."

Yu Shutong was uncomfortable being held by the man's arms, so he pinched the man's thin waist.

"What's the access code? Enter the code."

The man was tall and tall, and when he got out of the car, Yu Shutong dragged the man from the garage to the entrance door with great effort.

Yu Shutong supported the man with half of his body, and leaned against the door frame with the other half, panting and asking the man for the password of the entrance door.

"19940918."

Qin Beilian leaned on Yu Shutong's shoulder and responded in a daze.

A series of familiar numbers once again set off turbulent waves in Yu Shutong's calm eyes.

The password turned out to be her birthday.

Keeping this villa and using her birthday as the password to enter the house, what does this man Qin Beilian want to do!
Yu Shutong took a deep breath, trying to suppress his unstable emotions, and entered the password as Qin Beiyi said.

click!
As soon as the password was entered, there was a click in the door lock, and the closed door was opened.

Yu Shutong staggered to help Qin Beilian into the room, and subconsciously reached out to touch the switch on the wall.

The crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling quickly lit up.

The transparent light hurt Qin Beilian's eyes. After Qin Beilian narrowed his eyes slightly to adapt, he turned his face and stared at Yu Shutong.

"How do you know the switch is there?"

A photo of Yu Shutong was pasted on one wall of the living room, which was rubbed by Qin Beilian from the marriage certificate, and the enlarged photo took up the entire wall.

Yu Shutong's gaze was immediately attracted by the huge photo on the wall, and the emotions that had just calmed down once again rolled like floods and waves.

"That's my wife, Yu Shutong. Speaking of which, you two not only have the same surname and birthday, but also like the same things."

The emotional fluctuations in Yu Shutong's eyes were captured by Qin Beilian. Yu Shutong's reaction after seeing the photo instantly woke up Qin Beilian's mind a little bit, staring at Yu Shutong's eyes with a little bit of inquiry .

Aware of Qin Beilian's probing, Yu Shutong hastily hid the emotion leaked from his eyes.

"What does Mr. Qin want to express when he says this? Mr. Qin is not afraid of saying these ambiguous words to a woman in front of his dead wife. When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, Mrs. Qin came to Mrs. Qin, are you talking about life?" .”

"I think Mr. Qin's spirit is very good. There's no need for anyone to watch him. Dr. Zhao should be here soon, so I'll go back first."

Yu Shutong's eyes instantly became so cold that there was no warmth at all.

After helping Qin Beilian to sit on the sofa, she turned around and was about to leave.

"My head hurts."

Qin Beilian grabbed her wrist.

"The wound is also very painful. It has been burned for a long time, and the mouth is also very dry. It may take a while for Zhao Muyun to arrive. Screenwriter Yu, can I trouble you to go to the kitchen and boil some hot water for me."