After Wu Yang answered, he stepped up to Yu peiya and Jian Manxi, "you two, you have heard what general manager he said. Now it''s time to clear up."


    "I''m his mother, I''m his own mother!" Yu peiya''s expression is ferocious and repeats, "I''m his biological mother, I''m he Junshen''s mother!"


    "It''s not really... What I did, it''s not... I didn''t do it, I didn''t plug the glass, I didn''t..." jianmanxi was tearful and clarified in this slightly chaotic situation.


    "Do it." Wu Yang orders several bodyguards on one side.


    After the bodyguards nodded, they went to the gate with Yu peiya and Jian Manxi on the frame and threw them out directly!


    Later, Wu Yang ordered the bodyguards and servants to leave one after another.


    "Heshao, it''s over."


    "Well." He Yun''s deep thin lips opened slightly and answered carelessly.


    Wu Yang bowed, then turned and walked away


    There are only two of them left in this big hall.


    Anyan wants to get up in a hurry, but he Yun buckles her waist.


    "Did I allow you to get up?"


    An Yan is one Zheng, "does he Shao want to let me sit on your leg all the time?"


    "It''s my business."


    This man is really unreasonable, not only unreasonable, but also very bad temper!


    It is estimated that he has the worst temper in the world!


    Anyan pursed her lower lip, but she didn''t move. She was stiff and didn''t say a word. Instead, she thought carefully.


    Although Yu peiya and Jian Manxi are domineering, they are afraid of he Junshen.


    If they want to lay hands on her, there is no need to take the mat. Just let her kneel on the ground?


    But Yu peiya asked jianmanxi to get the mat... And just now jianmanxi kept clarifying that she didn''t make it, she didn''t break the glass


    But if it''s not jianmanxi, who is it? Is it true that someone else is stuffing broken glass in the mat?


    Anyan''s serious thinking made Heyun''s eyes shine. He reached out and clasped her chin, and crushed her in the soft high-class sofa


    She was startled by he Junshen''s sudden action. She gasped and exclaimed, "he Shao?"


    "What are you thinking?"


    An Yan looks at he Junshen in front of him and shakes his head. "No, nothing."


    "You know the consequences of lying."


    An Yan was helpless.


    "I''ll give you another chance."


    "..." an Yan looked at the slightly changed handsome face in front of him, and looked at his face, which cooled down in a second. "I was thinking, when will the knee injury get better? After all, school is about to start."


    Heyun deep mouth hook, sneer, his deep eyes slightly narrowed, did not expose Anyan, slender fingers rubbed her jaw, in her lip corner under a kiss.


    "You should think more about whether I will let you go to school!" As soon as his deep, cold voice fell, he reached out and lifted an Yan up


    An Yan is a little anxious, "do you want to imprison me?"


    "If you are bullied again, I will let you know what is inseparable!"


    interwovenness? Isn''t it necessary to be with him all the time?


    Anyan explained in a hurry: "no one will bully me any more, and I will not be bullied any more! You don''t imprison me, and you don''t have to do with me. I want to go to school. "


    "Look at your performance." His words are still irrefutable, holding an Yan upstairs.


    Knee has been dull pain, Anyan can only lie in that bed, where also can''t go.


    Anyan moved a little, he Junshen closed the document and glared at her angrily, "dare to move?"


    "An Yan had no choice but to keep still.


    He Yun has been staring at her for an hour. Anyan has a feeling of being watched to death. Under the evil influence of this man, she can only lie in bed.


    Head more and more faint up, consciousness also gradually began not clear, is not burning up?


    Anyan grabs the quilt on one side to cover herself. How can she feel so cold? The temperature in the castle is the best temperature for body feeling.


    Thoughts more and more disorder, an Yan tightly wrapped quilt, like silkworm baby as motionless.


    "Cold... Cold..."


    Hearing Anyan''s somniloquy, Heyun deeply realizes that something is wrong, drops the document and walks quickly to her.


    Looking at her face flushed, he reached out and stroked her white cheek, burning his palm.


    “shit！” He Yun cursed deeply, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Wu Yang, "bring me the doctor!"


    "Yes, Hector."


    Five minutes later, the doctor arrived.


    He Junshen grabbed the doctor''s skirt and said, "what do you think of the disease?"


    "..." the doctor was stunned for a few seconds. He looked at the cold and terrible handsome face in front of him and trembled. "He, he Shao, this young lady is weak. I heard that the wind has just blown..."


    He Yun''s eyes were deep, and he remembered the scene of her standing in the courtyard in her thin shirt. As soon as his heart tightened, he released the doctor. His strength was not equal to that of a weak doctor. The doctor could not stand firmly and staggered a few steps.


    "See her!"


    "Yes, Hector." Trembling, the doctor quickly took an Yan''s temperature.


    41 degrees.


    This number is shocking for he Junshen. He is angry all over, just like a terrible beast, and is on the verge of rage.


    Anyan on the bed had already lost her consciousness of burning. The doctor quickly gave her a fever reducing injection and hung a drip bottle for her.


    "It''s all my fault..." aunt Xu stood aside and blamed herself, "Miss Mu is for me, it''s all my fault."


    Wu Yang immediately comforted the elderly aunt Xu, "aunt Xu, don''t think so much. Since Miss Mu has helped you, there must be her reason. Today, you''ve had a good rest."


    Aunt Xu nodded and looked anxiously at an Yan again. Then she bent over and left.


    "Heshao, Miss mu can''t blow any more. She must have a good rest these days."


    "Well, go down."


    "Yes." The doctor was frightened from the beginning to the end. After he Junshen''s permission, he immediately left with two medicine boxes.


    Heyun''s deep thin lips slightly pursed, his eyes fixed on Anyan from beginning to end, and his low voice immediately rang out: "transfer the monitoring of the main hall."


    "The main hall?" Wu Yang was puzzled, but he did it immediately. "Yes, heshao." Then he went down to work quickly.


    After Wu Yang leaves, he carefully closes the door of the master bedroom. Only he Junshen and an Yan are left in the big room.


    He Yun was looking at an Yan, whose face was pale and flushed on the bed. He frowned and his eyes were cold.


    "Those who hurt you have to pay."