Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

Yin Liting raised his eyes and saw Yu Kehuan standing outside the door. She was wearing a black coat that wrapped herself tightly, with a hat on her head and a bag in her arms. Her eyes wandered between the two of them, and her brows were still furrowed.

Thinking that she was here to cause trouble again, Yin Liting spoke in a very unfriendly tone:

"What are you here for?"

Turning around, Yu Qingluo was startled when she saw that it was her, but she pushed Yin Liting instead:

"Don't be so fierce."

After whispering in Yin Liting's ear, "She had a miscarriage," Yu Qingluo walked to the door and pulled her in:

"Why are you here?"

Because they were preparing to leave, the room had already opened the windows for ventilation. As they passed each other, Yu Qingluo pushed Yin Liting again and pointed in the direction of the window.

Sitting down beside the bed, Yu Kehuan naturally noticed her clothes and the wound on her back:

"Are you okay? I was about to be discharged from the hospital, and I heard someone on the phone seemed to be talking about you, so I asked around and came straight here..."

She spread her hands, suddenly realizing that she came up empty-handed, and she felt a little embarrassed:

“I forgot to buy something.”

It was a coincidence. The two were not actually in the same hospital, but just not far away. Just now when she was refueling at a gas station on the road, she was waiting under the eaves. When she was replying to a message and was talking about her, she heard someone on the phone talking about her condition.

When she heard that she was injured, she wasn't sure if she had heard it wrong, so she called the hospital on the way to ask, and then asked the driver to turn around. She didn't expect to see this scene as soon as she got there.

Sensing her good intentions, why would Yu Qingluo care about these things?

"What are you buying? I'm just about to leave."

After looking at her again, she said:

"Why don't you stay a few more days? The nursing conditions in the hospital are better than at home, and..."

Moreover, the induced abortion of her first child was quite harmful to her body. It is inevitable that there will be some uncomfortable sequelae, and she will need subsequent recuperation.

However, before he could finish his words, Yu Qingluo thought of what happened to his mother in the parking lot last night:

"Did Mom tell you anything?"

Without asking, Yu Qingluo could guess roughly:

"Then the live broadcast urged you again?"

Yu Kehuan pursed her lips. What else did Yu Qingluo not understand? She twisted her body and was very angry for a while, but she could also understand. If they could complete the target within a month, their family's difficulties would be alleviated by a large margin. If they couldn't pay it back, not only would they have to bear more debts in the future, but she would also lose her cash cow. Given the character of the Yu family, how could they think so much and care about her health?

If he really cared, he wouldn't let her stay up late as a pregnant woman.

I guess he was getting anxious because he saw that she was almost recovered.

After all, Yu Kehuan has some fans and is relatively well-known in the live streaming circle. Moreover, although her live streaming of selling goods is also in the evening time and each broadcast lasts more than four hours, and she often has to record some broadcasts to give feedback, but the number of her actual live broadcasts in a month is actually no more than eight.

The rest of the time is spent on preparation, so the pressure is relatively not that great.

During the days when she was sick, she also helped her sell products through two live broadcasts, and was able to cope with the situation by connecting with her online. Sales have now reached almost 40%.

Considering her previous record of a maximum of 20 million, it was not too outrageous for her to sign this gambling agreement at that time.

However, things like live streaming traffic are sometimes difficult to predict.

It's not just luck, it's also metaphysical. Sometimes you can become rich overnight, but too many people are quietly drowned in this wave.

"Kehuan, this business makes money quickly, and you get paid quite a bit. The wool comes from the sheep. I don't know where the money you earn comes from, but whether it's from merchants, consumers, or platforms, you don't have time to inspect many of the things you sell. They are all what the manufacturers say they are, and many of them are leftovers."

"Although I don't know if this can be considered a win-win situation, I always feel guilty. After all, many people who like you may really like you as a person. I also know that this is how business works, but I always feel that no matter what you do, you should at least have a conscience."

"I don't object to you bringing goods. After all, this is a new industry and a trend of the times. But this time, you should take your time and choose carefully. At least you should know what you are doing!"

"Don't bring anything you don't understand."

"Fortunately, you sell mostly clothes and supplies, otherwise I would be scared just thinking about it."

"You're working hard to earn money now, and then you'll have to spend the money to stay in the hospital later? I really don't know what you're thinking."

Especially because of the matter that is not his business.

She has given enough.

The Yu family’s company is so big and has so many people, all relying on her alone to help out?

At this moment, Yu Qingluo felt both distressed and heartbroken.

Or, to be more precise, it is the rabbit's death that makes the fox mourn.

I guess my family members are not paying attention to me now, otherwise, I would be doomed.

Their eyes met and they were both silent for a while.

As he looked at the two of them, Yin Liting was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

It seemed like a century had passed before Yu Kehuan said quietly:

"Well, actually I came here this time because I have something to ask of you."

As soon as he saw her helpless look, Yu Qingluo guessed about 70% of the answer:

"Do you want me to help you broadcast a few more shows?"

Nodding, Yu Kehuan hadn't spoken yet, Yin Liting became anxious:

"What? Can't you see she's hurt?"

Turning back, Yu Qingluo glared at him:

"What are you doing here? You're going to be discharged from the hospital without going through the paperwork? Go ahead."

After pulling her a few times, Yin Liting was obviously unhappy, and his eyes were filled with confusion:

After not seeing each other for a few days, how did these two people go from enemies to besties?

wrong!

However, before he could even say anything, Yu Qingluo pushed him out the door:

"Aren't you uncomfortable with a woman talking? Go ahead, I know what I'm doing."

Finally, by the door, she kissed him on the lips before successfully coaxing someone away.

After coming back, the two continued the previous topic. When she heard that her live broadcast was effective, she wanted to do a double broadcast in the next activity week to complete the task earlier, so Yu Qingluo agreed.

Throughout the whole process, Yu Kehuan was still a little awkward, and just like before, he never called her sister, but Yu Qingluo felt that something was different between them.

Before they parted, Yu Qingluo told her to "rest for two more days". After they left, Yu Kehuan turned back:

"He seems to care about you a lot. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell whether he likes you or not. It's not that he is blinded by one thing, but sometimes he doesn't want to wake up even though he knows he is dreaming."

Knowing that she was probably talking about Pei Junchi, Yu Qingluo did not respond.

"It's not easy to find someone who can leave the Yu family, so grab the opportunity."

With a bitter smile, Yu Kehuan waved her hand, turned and left. Looking at the dark shadow that was slowly going away, Yu Qingluo was stunned. Suddenly, she had a feeling that she seemed to have matured overnight, and was even more sober than her.

Yin Liting came back, his face had turned as black as ink:

"Did you promise her?"