It turns out that Li Yan was reminding her not to forget one thing - there was still an unfinished deal between him and her!
In other words, he asked her to sell herself for one million!
Although she felt hesitant and uneasy, she had to admit that Li Yan was right, he was rich, powerful and powerful, and he could arrange everything for her with just a few clicks of his fingers.
His mother's life is entirely in his hands. If she doesn't get what he wants and he stops, her mother's illness may worsen again, but if she agrees to this deal, her mother's illness may be cured.
Without Li Yan's money, she could only watch her mother die, unable to do anything.
Mi Ruo held her head with both arms, curled up into a ball, and nestled deeply on the bench, tears slowly flowing down again...
Mi Xiaolan's operation was successful. The surgeon told Mi Ruo that as long as she persisted in the treatment, there was a 50% chance that her mother's disease would be cured. Mi Ruo sat on a chair in the intensive care unit, held her mother's slender hand, and said,
Made a decision.
She knew that without the deal with Li Yan, she would not be able to cure her mother's illness on her own. So, she settled her mother in place, entrusted her mother to Ah Quan to take care of her, and then called Li Yan.
"Where are you?" Mi Ruo asked.
Li Yan curled his lips and smiled. She would call, and the answer was self-evident. She said quietly: "It's at the entrance of the hospital. Come on down."
After Mi Ruo hung up the phone, she took a deep breath and walked into the elevator.
She knew that this time, she couldn't escape.
A dazzling white Bugatti Veyron parked in front of the hospital. Parking here was originally not allowed, but the owner of the car was so famous that no one dared to stop him.
The limited-edition supercar naturally attracts the attention of passers-by, because like its owner, it has a special temperament.
Li Yan put up a slender leg and rested his right hand on the car window casually. The long sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong wheat-colored arms. Due to regular exercise, his muscles and bones were well defined. The other hand
, holding a cigar between his fingers, the golden-green opal ring glowing with an eerie and cold charm. His posture was elegant and lazy, and he flicked the cigar idly.
Turning around, he saw Mi Ruo limping out of the hospital building.
He threw away the cigar in his hand and reached out to open the car door for her. Mi Ruo didn't sleep well all night. She only slept on the recliner in the ward for a few hours, and her clothes were all wrinkled.
She tugged at the hem of her clothes and then slowly got into the car. She glanced at his new mount and naturally cursed secretly in her heart.
Li Yan glanced at her coldly, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your feet?"
Mi Ruo opened her mouth, "Well... there was an accident, I hurt my foot, so I made a mistake." She felt sour when she thought of what she had experienced abroad.
Li Yan narrowed his eyes, but did not expose her lies, and gradually raised the corners of his lips. Even if she did not have this accident, he would have found a way to make her return home, but even he did not expect that Mi Ruo would lose herself.
It's no wonder he got a chance.
God helps him, this woman is destined to be his!
He raised the corner of his mouth and mocked, "Go and take a shower first. I have no sexual interest in you looking dirty."
Li Yan deliberately emphasized the word "personality" and looked at Mi Ruo's ears, which turned red.