Aunt Steven, who had worked in the posh Drake household for many years, and was so composed that even the old sow in the backyard getting pregnant for no apparent reason couldn't conjure up any emotional ripples in her, ran over with an urgent look on her face
Curled up on the couch, Amblett heard the voice and hastily put away her bared mouthful of big teeth, switching the live feed of sexy naked men on the screen skillfully to financial news.
The young girl with a petite figure, palm-sized face, and born with a pair of I-see-a-cat eyes, sniffed the sound and turned back to look at the visitor in a well-behaved manner.
"Auntie, what happened, the backyard sow pregnant with a second child?
Auntie Steven Zhang said sadly: "It's Mr. "
Ambolett s cell phone "snapped" and fell to the ground.
"Mr. pregnant with a second child!?"
Aunt Steven hurriedly "pooh-poohed" it.
"Mister had a cough today, and he's already in the hospital, so as his wife, it's only logical that you should visit.
"Oh, that's very sad, must I go in person?
The words just fell, she picked up the cell phone fell to the ground again.
Her shocked appearance was reflected in the split screen.
"What did you say? Who coughed?"
Aunt Steven, sympathetic to her deaf ears at her young age, repeated the words again.
Ambolett went limp, and if Aunt Steven hadn't been quick enough to hold her up, the delicate young girl would have slid to the floor.
Aunt Steven couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Although only a nominal husband and wife, but who in this capital knows that she Ann Paulette love Mr. Drake love without dignity, deep into the marrow, and even willing to lose their freedom, and now, it's true that the suffering of the world is not the same as the suffering of the people.
Right now, it's true that love in times of trouble can be seen as true love.
Ambolette shivered with disbelief and raised her head.
"You mean, my husband who is worth hundreds of millions of dollars and has countless assets under his name but has a body of iron that can pull Lu Zhishen upside down, as long as he dies, I will immediately replace him to become the No. 1 husband in Forbes' rich list-"
"Cough up?
Auntie Steven nodded with a sullen look on her face and
'God have mercy-" Ambolette wept with joy.
The man who usually gasped at three steps got up with great energy and made a mad dash for the door.
Aunt Steven:She thought her ladyship looked as if she were worse.
Ambolette ran to the garage in a single bound to the astonished eyes of the servants in the house.
The Knight XV, known as the king of off-road and the king of the land, was parked there, its black, smooth and cool body was hard to take your eyes off.
She walked up, her slender white wrist flicked, and she domineeringly pressed down the car keys in her hand.
"I've decided it's you, my knight.
The mini electric car in the corner catered to her call and made a "dripping' sound.
On the top floor of the First People's Hospital in the capital, a group of doctors wearing white coats but with different skin colors, apparently from different countries, were gathered around, discussing something with serious expressions.
Although there were many people, their voices were kept extremely soft, as if they were afraid of disturbing anyone.
So much so that when that soft voice rang out, it startled these old guys.
"Hello, may I ask how to get to Drake's hospital room?"
Hearing that name, the white coats twisted their heads in unison to look over.
In front of them, a thinly clothed, petite young girl with a pair of ethereal and clear eyes was gazing at them.
Perhaps wearing too little and in too much of a hurry, the palm-sized face was blown somewhat white by the wind, letting people can't help but feel pity.
Seeing that they did not say anything, the young girl knit her pretty brows, her lips that were a little pale in color opened lightly, and once again opened her mouth and said, "Excuse me? Does anyone know where my poor Drake is?"
Dr. America, the oldest of the doctors with a pair of azure eyes, pointed to the room at the far end of the corridor, and said in well-phrased Chinese.
"Mr. Qi's words are in the innermost room."
The young girl gave a thank you and as she turned around, the crowd heard her mutter in a small voice: "OK."
Looking at the door in front of her, Amblett took a deep breath.
As expected in the next second, a mechanical cold voice resounded within his head---
[The existence of the mission object is detected, please maintain the host's persona, 00C will be electrocuted].
Ambolette instantly changed her loose appearance and skillfully felt out a bottle of eye drops into her eyes.
After rhythmically tapping three times, she withdrew her hand.
Soon enough, the low magnetic voice that was so good it made her legs weak came from inside, the
Reaching out, she pushed the door open.
Instead of the expected scene of a man lying on a bed coughing weakly, the
He didn't choose the large, soft-looking bed.
Instead, he sat on the leather sofa to one side, his long legs folded over and lengthened by his suit pants.
Underneath the hair that had been neatly coiled up by the hairspray revealed a full shaped forehead and an excellent arch bone of the eyebrow.
The man's features were deep, like a classical sculpture from a western artist, he was extremely handsome. Hearing the sound of a loud noise, he split his gaze from the documents in his hand to look at the visitor.
At the same time, it also allowed one to see the most punctuating touch on his excellent appearance.
Those eyes with pupils that were light in color, as if they were as clear as amber.
Ambolette casually took the door with her and moved step by step in front of Draco as he watched.
Drac looked at her silently and mentally counted three.
As he expected, after the short three-second countdown ended, the young girl in front of him moved her lips, and tears flowed before words were spoken
The expression of grief seemed as if it was not Draco himself in front of her, but his effigy.
Faced with a young girl who wanted to cry herself dry, although the man still maintained his expression, the indifference in his eyes had already signaled his impatience.
Moving his fingers, just about to order someone to drive Ambolette out, he suddenly clenched his fist and coughed.
The young girl who was originally crying with overwhelming emotion rounded a pair of cat's eyes, and for a moment even forgot to cry, not daring to believe that:.
"Mr.! What's wrong with you, why are you coughing! If you are gone, what can I do!"
Listening to this cry, which seemed to curse him to death, Drake just moved his lips.
The sweet and familiar voice rang out once again, [Is this a cough?
（"Is this a cough? How will this leave me a legacy?
"How else can I live?" "Of course, on the anniversary of your death, I'll inherit everything and sing and dance on your grave.）