Regretful, Mr. Lin's pursuit of his wife ended in a funeral

Chapter 237 What is the meaning of being entangled together?

The Lin family is now busy preparing a funeral for him. When a living person is transformed at the funeral, I wonder if the newly appointed heir will be scared.

For some reason, Gu Xiqing couldn't help but feel in a good mood when she thought of that scene.

Seeing her eyes rolling around, he didn't know what she was thinking about, and there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Lin Qingxuan felt even more depressed and blocked in his heart.

He rolled his Adam's apple and opened his thin lips with difficulty, "Gu Xiqing, can you bear to let a patient stay in a hotel?"

Although he was the one who initiated the divorce, she seemed too heartless.

Is this how Gu Xiqing in this world works?

So no one loves each other?

In that case, what's the point of getting entangled?

A marriage of convenience, like his mother and his father?

Lin Qingxuan could only think of this possibility. It was indeed interests that accounted for the majority at the beginning, and the Lin family forced him to marry her.

But he didn't expect that Gu Xiqing in this world didn't love him at all.

If he knew Gu Xiqing, after she knew that he had lost his memory, she would probably happily make up a story about the two of them to deceive him.

"It's just one night." Gu Xiqing retorted. What did he mean by that? He sounded heartless. "Besides, my place isn't necessarily cleaner than a hotel."

She didn't want to take him in. She had just told Nicholas Tse that Yan Zhou said that they were just strangers who had met once, not even acquaintances.

But the next moment he moved into his own villa. What does that mean?

It’s better to stay in a hotel. After the exhibition ends in two days, we will go back to S City to complete the divorce procedures, and they will no longer have any relationship.

Don't make things complicated at this time.

Seeing her resolute attitude, Lin Qingxuan didn't know what to say. He lowered his eyes hurt and pursed his lips with a hint of bitterness, "I'll stay at Yan Zhou's place for one night."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the car door, but when the door was half open, he fell down limply.

"Lin Qingxuan?"

Gu Xiqing had already stepped aside to make way for him, but he ended up half-falling in the car. She panicked and approached him, "Lin Qingxuan, are you okay?"

When I went up to look at him, I found a wound wrapped in white gauze on his arm under his black shirt.

There was a shaved spot on the back of his head, which was not visible normally, but at this moment one could clearly see a square piece of gauze stuck there.

Special Assistant Wu said that when he took the researchers away, Lin Qingxuan had been seriously injured and could barely walk.

Looking at the person lying in the car, Gu Xiqing regretted that she had insisted on letting him go.

At least Ajie has to drive him to the hotel.

I grabbed his arm and pulled twice, but he was too heavy to be moved.

There was little space in the car, so if we wanted to pull him down, we could only pull his legs, but then he would slide to the ground.

In desperation, he called Ajie to help.

Ajie was shocked when he saw Lin Qingxuan half lying in the car.

"Sister, what is this?"

Did they quarrel? Did they fight?

But it shouldn’t be the president who falls, right?

"He...it's a long story, let's help him in first." Gu Xiqing put her hands on her hips, frowned and stared at Lin Qingxuan for a long time, then she and Ajie helped him into the villa.

Ajie was already staying in the guest room on the first floor, so they had to help him to the guest room on the second floor.

The guest room on the second floor is next to the master bedroom, and the balcony and corridor are connected. This is also good...it makes it convenient to take care of him as a patient.

"Sister, aren't we going to the hospital?"

Putting the person on the bed, Ajie was puzzled.

Gu Xiqing stopped at the door and suddenly came back to her senses.

Yes, if someone faints, shouldn’t they be sent to the hospital?

She was really drunk.

"Call 120."