Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

It's him!

  The emerald-eyed man from the previous life!

  But the age is wrong, what is going on?

  It is impossible to turn a teenage boy into a middle-aged man in his 30s or 40s in two years. What happened?

  Li Jia’s shock at seeing Zero was also accurately captured by the camera.

   "Jia Jia really knew him."

Who is he?

  The camera is placed on the street, and the background sound of the video is noisy, and the distance is too far to hear the sound.

  But it can be seen that the atmosphere on both sides was very stiff at the time, especially after the appearance of the blue-eyed boy, Han Dongyan, as a collaborator, seemed very jealous of him, and Jiajia’s surprise was also in a flash.

  After Jiajia left the camera, the blue-eyed boy looked at her, causing Lu Yichen to squeeze the cup.

  This predatory look makes people unhappy.

  The video is very short, but Lu Yichen cannot calm down. Did he ignore something?

  But he can't remember what's wrong. Jia Jia knows that person, I am afraid she knows better than Han Dongyan, but she obviously doesn't want to have too much contact. She felt her vigilance in the short video.

  How did Jiajia meet the man with green eyes?

  There are so many differences between this life and the previous life, and he can only see many things by carefully paying attention.

  "Jiajia, what's the matter?" Lu Yichen saw the phone light up.

   "Brother, Grandpa is awake!"

   Jiajia’s cheerful voice on the phone made Lu Yichen’s lips bend.

   "Hey, grandpa, don't move! The doctor said, be calm! Be calm!"

  Jiajia casually confessed to Lu Yichen, and then turned to train the old man on the hospital bed.

  Lu Yichen heard the old man humming.

   "I won't tell you, hang up first!" Li Jia hung up quickly, apparently rushing to the bed and staring at the old man.

  The old man was finally out of danger, Lu Yichen breathed a sigh of relief.

The crisis of   Creation was passed without risk. Newspapers and magazines, under the intentional momentum of the media of Chuangshi, restored the incident completely, saying that Chuangshi had passed through another storm again and will move towards a more brilliant future.

  Every large consortium has to go through the stage of storms and rains. Should it rise to the next level in response to difficulties, or should the wind and waves overturn the imperial ship and sink into the sea?

  It only depends on whether the internal organization of the group is united and whether the leader is ready to seize the opportunity.

  At this point, Lu Yichen undoubtedly succeeded.

  Looking at the report in the newspaper, the old marshal of the Li family was expressionless, the Han family gritted his teeth, Xia Yuxuan's face was pale, and he secretly rejoiced.

  Lu Yichen appeared in front of the public again, especially the importance he attached to his family. His cold and fierce appearance was completely different from the usual gentle and elegant appearance, and he grabbed countless hearts.

  Lu Shao once again became a topical figure.

  Chuangshi downstairs can always see the guarding paparazzi, probe their brains, waiting to catch the latest news of Lu Yichen.

  Lu Yichen The black Maybach just drove away from the Creation Building, and reporters followed all the way.

  "Dump them." Lu Yichen glanced at the time of his watch, his voice indifferent.

  The driver was very knowledgeable about this kind of thing. In ten minutes, he threw his tail away and drove all the way to Seongnam Hospital.

  Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the hospital, there was another group of guards outside.

  Li Jia is sitting on the chair in the lobby outside the hospital, holding a can of drink, watching through the glass his brother is escorted by a group of bodyguards into the hospital.

  Recently, wherever my brother went, there was a group of tails following him. I don’t know how the paparazzi did it. This kind of perseverance and observation is a waste of being a gossip reporter.

  After arriving at the hospital, reporters can no longer run in grandiosely holding cameras to take pictures.

  Li Jia was counting the number of reporters outside, her waist tightened and shoulders sunk.

  Lu Yichen held her waist from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Jiajia, do you miss your brother?"