The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Ziqing ignored him and continued walking forward.

Coughing violently behind him, one after another, as if about to suffocate.

Yu Ziqing turned her head curiously, and saw that He Xuanchen's face was pale, and he was coughing vigorously while clutching his chest, as if he was about to take his breath away at any moment.

She frowned, walked back to him, and asked suspiciously, "Are you...are you going to die from coughing?"

"Cough cough cough—" He Xuanchen coughed so hard that he couldn't even speak. Most people's faces would turn red when they coughed, but his whole face was as pale as paper, which made people feel shocking.

He Xuanchen frowned, coughed, and stared at her, seeming very angry.

He finally held back his cough and ordered with difficulty, "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you send me to the hospital!"

Yu Ziqing folded her hands on her chest, and said unhurriedly, "Please, sincerely, I can consider sending you to the hospital."

She deliberately emphasized the word "consideration".

He Xuanchen wanted to say something, but started to cough violently again, and couldn't stop for a while.

With a cold face, Yu Ziqing turned around and left without being half-hearted.

How could someone like him lose his life so easily?

It's nothing more than playing tricks and acting to tease her.

"Cough cough cough-"

He Xuanchen watched angrily as she gradually disappeared before his eyes, coughing helplessly and desperately...

When Qiao Beiran rushed to the hospital, he was really relieved to see him lying on the bed.

"Mr. He, what's going on?" Qiao Beiran said worriedly, "Fortunately, a passer-by saved you. How could you go into shock?"

He Xuanchen spread out his palms, and two peanuts were lying on them.

Qiao Beiran's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. He grabbed the peanut and threw it out of the window, "You're crazy! What kind of peanuts are you eating?"

He Xuanchen said in a cold tone, "Just try her."

Qiao Beiran said angrily, "Try what? To test how cold-blooded she is? To test whether she has no more love for you? Is this kind of joke just made casually? You almost won't see the sun tomorrow!"

He Xuanchen smiled evilly, "If I died so easily, I would have died on the streets of foreign countries more than ten years ago."

"I just want to give her another chance. Since she didn't catch it, just wait for her doomsday."

Qiao Beiran sighed, "Mr. He, can we let go? You are rich, powerful, and handsome. What do you lack? Why bother? I really don't understand. You don't like her, and she doesn't like you, why bother?" Compete?"

He Xuanchen took out his mobile phone, clicked on the mailbox, "Look at this address."

Qiao Beiran stared at it for a long time, but didn't understand, "What's wrong? The dark gray email address, what's the problem?"

He Xuanchen logged into another mailbox and turned the screen to him.

Qiao Beiran still couldn't understand, "What do you mean? What does this have to do with eating peanuts?"

He Xuanchen put down his phone and said, "The second email I showed you was a copy of Yu Ziqing and me by the assistant of the Yu Group."

The two emails were He Xuanchen using two identities, but the other party had the same email address.

Qiao Beiran blinked and jumped up from the chair, "What? You mean Yu Ziqing is dark gray? That's impossible, right?"

He thought for a while, and said, "Could it be that Yu Ziqing pretended to be Dark Gray and sent you an email? This little girl can do it, but she still knows this trick!"

"Didn't you say that she is learning painting from Master Fang? I guess she has premeditated. Fortunately, Xiao Lu registered on Weibo earlier. If Yu Ziqing took the first step and snatched Xiao Lu's fame, it is really unclear." gone."

He Xuanchen's expression was gloomy, and he didn't speak any more.

Qiao Beiran continued to advise him, "Hurry up and tell Xiao Lu clearly, this way, you can let Lu Yuying sit in the game company as the main artist and attract a large number of her fans and players."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Lu Yuying opened the door and came in, and ran to He Xuanchen's bed with a worried face, "Mr. He, are you alright?"

When she heard the news, she came in a hurry, and she didn't even have the stability and calmness she used to.

Qiao Beiran said with a smile, "Xiao Lu, you can!"

Lu Yuying groaned, "Mr. Qiao, what's wrong with me?"

Qiao Beiran pointed at her and shouted, "Dark Grey! Is it you? Now, you still want to hide it?"

Lu Yuying was stunned, glanced at He Xuanchen in a panic, and stammered, "I...I..."

Qiao Beiran said, "Don't be nervous, I admire you very much. Your paintings are really amazing, and you are too talented. You are already busy enough to be Mr. He's secretary, how do you take care of other things? The work is still done so well, huh?"

Lu Yuying glanced at He Xuanchen again, and smiled shyly, "I...painting is just my hobby, and I just paint to pass the time for fun."

Qiao Beiran sighed, "This is the difference between a genius and an ordinary person like me. I don't even bother to pick up a pen, and you play with it a few times, and you can present such a shocking painting. I have been waiting for a long time for your game company's game. Come on, come on!"

He turned his head and said to He Xuanchen, "Leave me an internal account."

He Xuanchen took a deep look at Lu Yuying, and said, "I'm fine, you all go back."

Lu Yuying hurriedly said, "Mr. He, I'll stay with you."

Qiao Beiran smiled and said, "Don't accompany him, go home and draw. Our hundreds of thousands of fans are all waiting for the game to go online."

Lu Yuying took out the tablet from her handbag and said, "I can draw even in the hospital."

Qiao Beiran's eyes lit up, "So powerful! Can I watch?"

Lu Yuying smiled faintly at him, and then glanced at He Xuanchen again, "Of course. How about I draw portraits for you two today?"

Qiao Beiran rubbed his hands excitedly, "Really? I'm so excited! Then you draw me first."

Lu Yuying smiled and began to draw Qiao Beiran's head.

Qiao Beiran glanced at He Xuanchen, and asked with a smile, "Xiao Lu, why were you covering your waistcoat before?"

Lu Yuying looked back and forth between Qiao Beiran's face and the tablet computer, and the pen had already started drafting.

She replied while drawing, "I'm afraid Mr. He knows that I do other things in my spare time, and thinks that I don't work hard enough."

Qiao Beiran said with a smile, "How come? You are excellent at both jobs."

Lu Yuying smiled and chatted with Qiao Beiran casually, taking a peek at He Xuanchen from time to time.

She didn't know what He Xuanchen was thinking, since she entered the door, he just said a word.

He Xuanchen's thoughts had already drifted far away.

He remembered that Yu Ziqing had painted a portrait of another man when he was in Jiangcheng Academy of Fine Arts.

I don't know if it's because the paint was used well, or because the painter poured his emotions into it. The man's smile in the painting is sunny and very healing.

The man's handsome face is vivid on the paper, as if he is about to step out of the painting and give the painter a hug.

If he was not familiar with this man, how could he draw such a masterpiece without the reference of real people and photos?