Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

"Think carefully." Li Beijue said instead of rushing him to make a decision.

Nan Jianyuan had a fucking face on his face, and had to say against his will, "I've thought it through."

Li Beijue changed hands and took out his phone, and sent Huo Yi a message. After a while, Huo Yi got off the Land Rover at the intersection and walked over quickly. He bent down respectfully, "My lord."

"Give him the things." Li Beijue raised his eagle eyes casually, his arrogant and handsome face was suffocating.

Huo Yi took out a small bottle from his arms and put it on Nan Jianyuan's table, then stepped aside.

Nan Jianyuan stared at the bottle curiously for a few seconds, picked it up again, and couldn't help but ask him, "What is this? A drink?"

"Poison." Simple enough!

Before Nan Jianyuan could throw away the bottle in his hand, he heard Li Beijue forcefully order, "Drink it!"

His face seemed to have been punched by someone, colorful and exciting. It took a long time to squeeze out a hellish expression from the stiff facial features, "Drink, drink up? Are you kidding me?!"

He pushed the bottle away abruptly, "You said it's poison, I'm out of my mind and I'll drink it."

He wasn't idle and flustered, he gave himself two bottles of dichlorvos for fun.

"I asked you to think clearly just now." Li Beijue didn't take his resistance to heart at all, and casually reminded him.

Nan Jianyuan's face turned red, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the urge to scold her, "You made me think about drinking poison!"

"Because I don't believe you." Li Beijue stared into his eyes with dark eyes, as if he could see into his heart, "You agree now, how can I make sure you won't run away in the future? I'm too lazy to let someone follow you 24 hours a day. Too troublesome."

In order not to drink the poison, Nan Jianyuan raised his left hand and swore, "No trouble, no trouble, I promise I won't run away!"

"I just believe that you don't want to die." Direct enough, brutal enough!

Nan Jianyuan saw that no matter what he said, Li Beijue wanted him to drink that bottle of unknown origin. He was so unshaven that he could hardly see his true face, his facial features were almost crowded together, and he suddenly shook his hand, "I don't want to drink, if you want to drink, you drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yi walked up to him without knowing when, and the muzzle of the Browning pistol silently pressed against his waist.

Nan Jianyuan's muscles were stiff all over.

Li Beijue looked into his eyes, there was no emotion on his handsome face, and he touched his rosy thin lips impatiently, "Drink!"

No matter how nervous Nan Jianyuan was, he could feel that he was extremely impatient.

He could also feel that the gun on his waist was not aimed at the fatal place, but at the place where he might be paralyzed if shot down. His black and white eyes were filled with depression and bad luck, and he looked at Chi Enen, which was a grievance. Chi Enen, who was watching, was too embarrassed to meet his gaze, so he turned his head away.

Sorry, she really wanted to save Nono.

Seeing the last straw, Nan Jianyuan chose not to save his life. He stretched out his hand, picked up the bottle slowly, and resigned himself to his fate, "Let me tell you first, I don't care for nothing! If you come to see a doctor, I will charge you money."

Xuanhu Jishi also needs money, and he needs to swipe his credit card to buy a motorcycle. No one will give him a car for free because of his excellent medical skills.

It is expensive to maintain your own hobbies.

"Yes." The most important thing Li Beijue lacks is money!