But now, she hasn't done this for a long time, and she has been sitting around in Li's house like a useless person.
Luo Yaer walked to the closet and hung up the clothes she bought for Li Juefeng one by one.
The servants are still the same as before, not sorting clothes by color.
Royal sighed softly, and took the trouble to recategorize the clothes in the closet. Just by running her fingertips over the fabric, her heart skipped a beat.
A faint smile appeared on Royal's face, she sorted the clothes, and then started to go to the first drawer to sort out the ties.
The sound of new mail came from the computer.
Is his computer also on?
Luo Yaer turned around and walked to Li Juefeng's desk without opening the email. She only saw that the sender of the new email was a private clinic...
Clinic?
Is Juefeng sick? Why didn't she know?
Royal quickly moved the mouse to open the email, and a bright light fell on her Western face.
A large piece of English on the computer screen came into her eyes, with long paragraphs of medical terminology.
This is not Juefeng’s medical record. Juefeng is not sick. These are two professional medical reports...
Royal's eyes opened wider as he looked down, and he was shocked.
"Who let you in?!"
A voice as cold as ice suddenly came, with a hint of hostility.
Luo Ya'er was startled. The hand holding the mouse shook. She turned around and saw Li Juefeng walking out of the bathroom door. He was naked from the waist up, with only a bath towel around his waist, and his wet hair dripping down.
Water drops, flowing down along solid lines...
Handsome to perfection, charming beyond measure.
But Luo Yaer was not in the mood to appreciate it at the moment. She looked at Li Juefeng who was getting closer and closer in shock, and stammered, "You...how could you..."
"What did you say?"
Li Juefeng's eyes sharpened, and he looked past her at the computer. His face suddenly turned cold, and he stepped forward and pushed her away hard.
On the computer screen, a new email has been opened, with a series of data reports at the end.
Li Juefeng slid the mouse up and carefully read all the contents of the email. His eyes became darker and darker...
…
"You peeked at my email?!"
Li Juefeng turned around and glared at Luo Ya'er, who was pushed to the ground by him, with a bloodthirsty chill in his narrow eyes.
"I……"
Royal stood up from the ground, her voice was extremely soft, "I thought you were sick, that's why you opened it nervously, I don't know this... this is..."
"You've already finished reading it!" Li Juefeng said gloomily, standing up straight and walking towards her step by step.
"I...I won't say it." Luo Ya'er was frightened by the murderous intent on Li Juefeng's face, and quickly stepped back, "Besides, besides, this is not something shameful...Besides, besides, father
Shouldn't we still train Len to be his successor? He treats you as his son and Len as his grandson..."
…
This woman is really wordy.
Li Juefeng stretched out his hand, pinched her neck neatly with his slender fingers, and pressed her hard against the wall. His fingers slowly closed, his eyes full of murderous intent...
"Well..." Luo Ya'er was pressed against the wall and couldn't breathe. She looked at Li Juefeng in pain, "No... I am your fiancée, and I will never tell anyone..."
Li Juefeng raised his eyes and stared at her, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, "I only believe in dead people."