Chapter 868 Breaking Into His Shower Room

The operation was successful, and Lu Yeming was pushed into the VIP ward.

In the ward.

Jun Xiqing stood by the bed, looking down at Lu Yeming. He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and his handsome face was sickly pale. He had not woken up yet, and his curled eyelashes like a small fan were quietly drooping. He lacked the usual dazzling and arrogant feeling. Now he looked like a handsome young man from a noble family.

Jun Xiqing stretched out her slender white fingers and gently poked the circle of green residue that had just appeared on his chin.

The prickly green residue made her soft fingertips painful and numb.

Lu Yeming, Lu Yeming, you can fascinate people at any time.

At this time, a series of footsteps sounded, and Fanmen came in, "Miss Jun."

Jun Xiqing took a pen and wrote on the paper---You look after your master, I'm going back first.

Go back?

Fanmen was surprised, "Miss Jun, don't you stay to accompany the master? I think the first thing the master will see when he wakes up is you."

Jun Xiqing shook her head. No, she couldn't stay.

She was in danger now. The poison in her body had not been cured yet. She was afraid that she would hurt him again.

Jun Xiqing walked out.

At this time, Bei Yuewu came, "Qingqing, are you leaving?"

Jun Xiqing looked at Bei Yuewu---Auntie, I'm sorry.

Bei Yuewu held Jun Xiqing's soft little hand, "Qingqing, you don't have to blame yourself. This is the grudge of the previous generation, which involves you innocent young people. My son is lucky, and you won't die even if you stab him again."

"..."

Jun Xiqing, hehe, dare not.

"King." At this time, Fanmen shouted.

Bei Yuewu raised her eyes and saw Murong Jiancheng. Murong Jiancheng stood tall and straight in front of her. He first glanced at Lu Yeming in the ward, and then his deep eyes fell on her face.

The dim light in the corridor shone on Murong Jiancheng's handsome and mature face, which was solemn and majestic, but could not see his emotions.

When the four looked at each other, Fanmen was the most nervous.

Fanmen was very afraid that Murong Jiancheng would do something to Bei Yuewu, because Murong Jiancheng had captured Bei Yuewu for so many years.

Three years ago, Bei Yuewu drugged Murong Jiancheng and ran away after leaving a "divorce letter".

Now the master is still not awake, and Fanmen doesn't know who he should listen to if the two of them start fighting.

But nothing happened.

Murong Jiancheng glanced at Bei Yuewu coldly, then turned and left.

Fanmen was stunned. What does the king mean now?

Bei Yuewu looked at Murong Jiancheng's back. As an ex-husband, there was naturally nothing to say between the two.

"Qingqing, I want to go back too. Let's go together."

...

Bei Yuewu and Jun Xiqing got out of the elevator together and walked in the lobby of the hospital.

Jun Xiqing raised her eyes and saw an acquaintance.

She quickly pulled Bei Yuewu---Auntie, look.

Bei Yuewu looked up and saw that it was Murong Jiancheng.

Murong Jiancheng was standing by the gate, the king of a country, with an indescribable imperial spirit in his every move.

He was wearing a handmade black coat, a white shirt and black trousers inside, and a limited edition steel watch on his sturdy wrist. He was the center of attention in the crowd. A man in his forties was mature, handsome and elegant, with power, money, wealth and influence in his hands. Whether it was a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love or a charming young woman, they were all fascinated by him.

There was a girl with long flowing hair standing in front of Murong Jiancheng, wearing a pure white dress. She looked only 20 years old, young and beautiful.

The girl's face was red, and she looked at Murong Jiancheng with admiration, and shyly handed over a paper bag in her hand.

It was obviously a gift for Murong Jiancheng.

Murong Jiancheng had no expression. He glanced at the girl lightly and left directly.

The girl was hit hard, covered her mouth and cried and ran away.

"Tsk tsk," Bei Yuewu smacked her lips, "He's still the same as before, a blockhead, unromantic."

Jun Xiqing wrote on Bei Yuewu's palm --- the king is not interested in women.

Bei Yuewu raised her eyebrows and looked at Jun Xiqing with amorous feelings, "Those who are not interested in women are eunuchs."

Jun Xiqing quickly straightened her slender and beautiful back. She swore that she did not say that the king was a eunuch!

...

Bei Yuewu did not live in A Jiao's room, but lived in a seven-star luxury hotel, and Jun Xiqing also moved in.

In the evening, Bei Yuewu took a bath and put on a silk black nightgown. She picked up her phone and wanted to send a text message to Jun Xiqing.

However, she remembered that she did not have Jun Xiqing's number.

Bei Yuewu has been in the world for so many years, and she is the best at judging people. Jun Xiqing is delicate, smart, intelligent, and soft and pretty like a girl. She is a perfect match for her son Lu Yeming.

In her heart, she has already regarded Jun Xiqing as her future daughter-in-law.

How could she not have the number of her future daughter-in-law?

What a mistake.

Bei Yuewu opened the door of the room and walked into the corridor to find Jun Xiqing.

8066.

Yes, this is Qingqing's house number.

Bei Yuewu raised her hand to knock on the door, but the door was not closed and opened with a "creak".

Why didn't Qingqing close the door?

Bei Yuewu walked in.

There was no one in the luxurious presidential suite of Ou's three-dimensional room. Bei Yuewu looked around and heard the sound of water flowing in the bathroom. Qingqing seemed to be taking a bath.

Bei Yuewu walked to the door of the bathroom.

Just as she walked over, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and a big hand reached out like lightning, grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.

She was pressed against the cool porcelain jade wall, and a handsome and mature face appeared in her sight.

Murong Jiancheng.

Bei Yuewu paused, "Why is it you?"

Seeing her, the sharp coldness on Murong Jiancheng's body slowly disappeared, and he pursed his thin lips, "I thought it was a thief, what are you doing in my room?"

His room?

Bei Yuewu knew that she had walked into the wrong room.

8606, this seems to be Qingqing's house number.

At this time, Murong Jiancheng let go of her and turned around.

Bei Yuewu leaned against the wall to look at him. He was taking a shower just now, his whole body was wet, and he had a bath towel tied around his waist.

Her eyes lingered wantonly on him. A man in his forties, his figure was the same as his mature handsome face, not old at all, with solid muscles, six abdominal muscles, a tight waistline, and tiny drops of water dripping down his well-defined muscles, making people blush.

Aware of her wanton gaze, Murong Jiancheng turned his head and glanced at her, "Have you seen enough?"

Bei Yuewu lazily raised her red lips, "Murong Jiancheng, although I divorced you, we are husband and wife after all, can't I find you to reminisce about the past?"

Murong Jiancheng sneered, ruthlessly mocking, "We are husband and wife after all, so why should I find you to sleep when I have time?"

"..."

Bei Yuewu blinked, "Murong Jiancheng, you... you have learned bad things."