Chen Yibo was heartbroken and unable to express his feelings. Life is precious and love is more expensive. It is not that he does not understand the principle that it is because of interests and love. He has no choice.

Born in a wealthy family, his marriage involves the fate of the entire Chen Group. If he chooses love, then millions of employees of the Chen Group will face unemployment, and the foundation that the ancestors have left behind will be wasted. How can he choose?

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

"Feng, can you agree to me?"

"you say!"

"I have to leave and won't come 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 entrust it to you. Don’t let Yanyan go back to that home again. Every time I go back, it will be a tragedy."

"What? Leave so soon?"

Lin Zefeng stood up excitedly, and Yang Ruoyan, who was holding her back, was dragged for a while. He found that he was too active, so he sat back gently, raised his head and looked at Chen Yibo in confusion. Is he really willing to give up 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 need, there are still some things at the headquarters that have not been handled properly. I have delayed the boarding incident and must rush back tomorrow. With such a fuss in China, both Chen and Zhao families forced me to go back to New York to avoid the limelight. It seems that they will have to go for a long time this time!"

"Hey, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. I understand. Go, she is my sister too. I will help you take good care of her!"

Lin Zefeng shook his head and thought, he was also the focus of the news, and he was deeply touched by this pressure of public opinion.

Chen Yibo nodded gratefully, looked at Yang Ruoyan reluctantly, leaned down and kissed her bruised mouth. A drop of hot tears slid down her face onto Yang Ruoyan's wounded face.

"Well... it hurts!"

Yang Ruoyan closed his eyes, his face was tingled by burning tears, and he murmured in confusion. His bloated face rubbed against Chen Yibo's arm, touching the wound, and his subconscious nerves still felt pain, and he couldn't help but frown his eyebrows.

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

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

"Woooo...mom...mom!"

Yang Ruoyan, who was sleeping, seemed to have a nightmare again, her whole body trembled slightly, she was trembling in fear, and her mouth kept mumbling, getting closer to Lin Zefeng, and her hands tightly hugged his waist.

What dream can make this woman so scared?

Lin Zefeng stretched out his hand with pain, trying to pat her back and comfort her who was having a nightmare, but he remembered that her back was injured. He didn't know where to start, so he could only move his hand up and touch her head comfortably.

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

"Will you choose to give up on her?"

Lin Zefeng asked in a hurry, and said everything, but found that he shouldn't have asked, and this shouldn't have been something he asked.

Will he give up? Will he be willing to give up?

My heart was pulled hard, Chen Yibo stopped, thought for a while, then clenched his fist tightly, and did not turn around, but said with certainty:
Chapter completed!