Chen Yibo's heartache was beyond expression. It's not that he didn't understand the truth that life was precious and love was more valuable, but he had no choice between interests and love.

Born into a wealthy family, his marriage affects the fate of the entire Chen Group. If he chooses love, millions of employees of the Chen Group will face unemployment, and the foundation left by their ancestors will be in vain.

How to choose?

Chen Yibo sighed, lowered his head, patted Lin Zefeng on the shoulder and asked:

"Feng, can you promise me something?"

"you say!"

"I have to leave. I won't be back in the short term. I hope you can help me take good care of Yanyan for a while.

I don't have any trustworthy friends in China, so I can only leave it to you. Don't let Yanyan go back to that home again. It will be a tragedy every time he goes back."

"What? Leaving so soon?"

Lin Zefeng stood up excitedly, and Yang Ruoyan who was holding her was also dragged. Realizing that she had moved too much, she sat back gently and raised her head to look at Chen Yibo in confusion. Could he really

Are you willing to give up on this poor woman?

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Should you wait until she wakes up before leaving?"

Chen Yibo sighed helplessly and said:

"No, there are still some things that haven't been handled at the headquarters. I've been delayed in boarding the plane and I have to rush back tomorrow. With the commotion in China, both the Chen and Zhao families forced me to go back to New York to avoid the limelight. It seems I have to leave this time.

It’s been a long time!”

"Hey, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. I understand. You can go ahead. She is also my sister. I will help you take good care of her!"

Lin Zefeng shook his head and thought, he is also the focus of the news, and he is deeply aware of the pressure of public opinion.

Chen Yibo nodded gratefully, glanced at Yang Ruoyan again reluctantly, leaned down and kissed the corner of her bruised mouth, and a hot tear fell down his face onto Yang Ruoyan's face full of wounds.

"Um...it hurts!"

Yang Ruoyan closed his eyes, his face was stung by hot tears, and he murmured inarticulately. His bloated face rubbed against Chen Yibo's arm, and when he touched the wound, his subconscious nerves still hurt, and he couldn't help but twist it.

Lower eyebrows.

"Dad, don't hit, don't hit me..."

"Aunt Lin, I won't run away... I won't run away anymore. Don't prick me... it hurts!"

"Ouch...Mom...Mom!"

In his sleep, Yang Ruoyan seemed to be having a nightmare again. His whole body was trembling slightly, trembling with fear. He kept mumbling in his sleep. He got closer to Lin Zefeng and hugged his waist tightly with both hands.

What dream could frighten this woman so much?

Lin Zefeng reached out his hand distressedly, wanting to pat her back to comfort her who was having a nightmare, but then he remembered that her back was all injured, so he didn't know where to start, so he could only put his hand to her again.

Move up and touch her head soothingly.

Chen Yibo couldn't bear to watch anymore. He was heartbroken and didn't know how to make up for it. Looking at Lin Zefeng's nervous attitude in front of him, he slightly pursed his eyebrows, took a deep breath, wanted to ignore this action, and said gratefully:

"Thank you!" Then he turned around and left.

"Will you choose to give up on her?"

Lin Zefeng asked hurriedly, and even as he spoke, he realized that he should not ask, this was not something he should ask at all.

Will he give up? Is he willing to give up?

His heart was violently pulled, and Chen Yibo stopped. After pondering for a moment, he clenched his fists tightly and did not look back, but said with certainty:
Chapter completed!