Song Li's heart was dripping blood, this was the last thing he wanted to say in his life, but at this moment, he had to say it, he had to say it.

Now he is fragile and has lost the ability to protect his beloved.

Even when he hung on a tree, half-dead, he never despaired.

The tragedy of his parents and sister happened once, he didn't want this kind of bad luck to befall Zhou Muxue, the only way was to divorce and cut off contact.

He didn't even dare to look at Zhou Muxue, he was afraid that he would be soft-hearted.

Bang!

Zhou Muxue suddenly slapped Song Li and shouted, "Repeat, I didn't hear it!"

Song Li was a little surprised, he didn't expect Zhou Muxue to be so calm, he didn't cry and make trouble as he imagined, but slapped himself hard.

"Let's get a divorce!" Song Li whispered again.

With another snap, Zhou Muxue waved her hand again.

"Repeat!"

"Divorce!"

Zhou Muxue held back her tears and kept slapping Song Li, until Song Lifan's cheeks were red, until she herself was desperate.

She understands Song Li's thoughts, and she can understand Song Li, but she is really reluctant.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Muxue made up her mind violently.

She can't drag Song Li down, he has his own lofty ambitions, he can't do anything, and following him will only become a burden to him.

Perhaps, divorce is the best option.

Zhou Muxue paid attention and slapped Song Li for the last time.

"Okay, divorce, let's divorce!"

"No more divorce!"

The two spoke almost in unison, and changed their words at the same time.

Zhou Muxue suddenly covered her mouth, pretending that she hadn't said it, and tears welled up.

Song Li looked at Mu Xue again, and said embarrassedly: "Mu Xue, can I still change my words?"

"Fool, stupid, change anything, you are not allowed to change it in this life!"

Zhou Muxue threw herself into Song Li's arms and cried: "Song Li, I know what you think, put away your self-righteousness, I will protect myself!"

"Mu Xue, it was me who was wrong, it was your slap that woke me up, even if I can't use force, what if I become a waste, I still have brains, I won't let you be hurt in any way. ”

Song Li clenched his fists and swore secretly.

Three days later.

Song Li basically recovered from his injuries and went through the discharge procedures, in addition to not being able to move, he occasionally coughed up blood, which was basically no different from a normal person.

Before leaving, he went to see the old man Song, still lying peacefully, this old man he hated all his life, but now he has such an ending, which is embarrassing.

He asked the hospital to notify the uncle's family to come and pick up the old man, and with Yanjing's advanced medical technology, there might be a turnaround.

After being discharged from the hospital, Song Li asked Zhou Muxue to send Nangong Rong back to Nanhui, where he held a meeting in Shuimu Technology, Xu San, Du Yong, Wang Ye, Ding Liang, Chen Xiang and others were all present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone knows about this incident, and it can be regarded as a miracle that I am standing here alive, and at the same time, it also exposes our weaknesses. ”

Song Li slapped the table, looked around, and continued: "From today onwards, I will build Los Angeles into a huge defensive circle, and below, I will announce the personnel arrangements. ”

According to Song Li's instructions, Xu San gave up the operation of Dream Paris, picked a group of elites to come out, and formed a rapid reaction force, numbering about twenty people, to be responsible for external engagements.

Du Yong took over Xu San's business and was responsible for the operation of the north, west and east of the city.

Chen wants to transfer back to Shuimu Technology to assist Zhou Muxue and Wu Xiaoyue in developing high-tech industries, which is his own root, and he must become bigger and stronger.

Wu Dazhuang set up a security team to do a good job in the security of Shuimu Technology and mansions.

"Everyone, I said that our goal is the whole country, and we will never be satisfied with the status quo, nesting in a small Los Angeles, if you have any opinions, you can put them forward now!"

Song Li looked at everyone, everyone seemed to be quite satisfied, and there was no objection.

Knock, knock.

A staff member pushed open the door of the conference room and said, "Mr. Song, a gentleman surnamed Yun came to visit you, and he said that he had made an appointment with you before. ”

The surname Yun?

Could it be that Uncle Yun is here?

Song Li had made an appointment with Uncle Yun about the auction, he had just recovered from his injury, and he almost forgot about it.

As soon as he tried to invite someone in, the clerk was kicked in the back, stumbling a few steps, and almost falling on his head.

A young man with a prickly head walked in, covered in name tags.

He looked at everyone with disdain, and sneered: "I thought it was some kind of great company, just a bunch of waste to get together for a meeting, and let me go for a long time, the second uncle is really, just send someone to come, you have to let me run in person." ”

Du Yong was the most angry and took the case.

", what the hell are you talking about, where did you come from, the wild seed is so stinky, do you want Lao Tzu to teach you how to speak well!"

Ahem, ahem.

Song Li coughed violently twice, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He got up and stopped Du Yong and said, "Mr. Yun, you are Yun Changzhi's nephew, is it me who asked you to come to me?"

"What kind of thing are you, the name of the second uncle is also what you can shout, tuberculosis ghost, why don't you cough you to death, what a broken place!"

This person is Yun Changzhi's nephew, Yun Xiaotian, a member of the Haicheng Yun family.

The power of the Haicheng Yun family is amazing, and the top three in Los Angeles are not opponents of others, not to mention that the top three in Los Angeles have fallen two, and now there is only one Ding group left.

Du Yong has a temper tantrum and can't stand Yun Xiaotian's repeated insults, this kind of child of a family should let him know what it means to respect people.

He roared and punched at Yun Xiaotian's front door.

Song Li wanted to stop it, but it was already half a beat late.

Yun Xiaotian is only one meter seven or eight tall, and his body is thin, but Du Yong is a tiger with a bear's waist and a muscular body, and most people feel that Yun Xiaotian is going to suffer a big loss.

Only Song Li, frowning, he saw that Yun Xiaotian was not simple.

His steps are very light, the whole person is very relaxed, not flustered, and he doesn't take Du Yong in his eyes at all, this kind of person is the real master.

Sure enough.

Du Yong missed with a punch, Yun Xiaotian tripped Du Yong with a sweep leg, and then hit him in the lower abdomen with a punch, directly knocking the strong man out of a meter away.

Du Yong spat out a mouthful of sour water and quickly got up.

He was very unconvinced, and used both hands and feet, with a trick of street ruffians fighting.

Yun Xiaotian seemed to be teasing a monkey, dodging left and right, punching from time to time, and when Du Yong was panting, he swung his leg with a blow and knocked Du Yong to the ground again.

"Hehe, waste, dare to provoke, you don't inquire, what did our Yun family do, who else wants to try, young master, I have itchy hands, what Song Li, my second uncle said that you are very good at fighting, do you dare to make two moves." ”

Song Li had a unique vision, and he could see at a glance that Yun Xiaotian had practiced martial arts, and he had been training for a long time, and his skills were extraordinary, and ordinary people were not his opponents at all.

Before I did it, I would definitely go down to practice my hands and teach this junior who didn't know the height of the sky, but at the moment I had an injury to my lungs, and I couldn't be lucky, so I could only endure it.

"Young Master Yun, you don't need to compete, what advice does Uncle Yun have?"

Yun Xiaotian put on a posture, Song Li suddenly confessed, he suddenly felt bored, he waved his hand and shouted: "Waste, you come here, I can only tell you one person!"

Song Li got up and leaned in front of Yun Xiaotian.

Who knew that Yun Xiaotian suddenly attacked, grabbed Song Li's wrist with his left hand, and hit him with his right fist, and his attack was fast and hateful.

Song Li's instinctive luck resisted, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

Yunxiao Angel made a move and threw Song Li a meter away and landed on the ground.

As soon as Song Li wanted to get up, Yun Xiaotian took an arrow step and kicked two kicks in a row, Song Li couldn't resist it, slid out of the floor for a distance, and hit the wall.

The two kicks were extremely heavy, and Song Li spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Brother Li, are you okay?"

"Brother Li, I'll call someone and make this kid done!"

A group of people helped Song Li up, with an angry expression on their faces.

Yun Xiaotian clapped his hands and sneered: "Sure enough, it's a waste, useless thing, the second uncle has lost his eyes this time, you are not worthy of cooperating with us, farewell!"

Yun Xiao's providence was still unfinished, and he kicked the little clerk again, and then walked away.

Even Du Yong and Song Li were not opponents, and everyone dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, so they could only watch Yun Xiaotian walk out of the conference room.

Song Li pushed everyone away, got up and shouted, "Young Master Yun, you are not allowed to go!"

Yun Xiaotian stopped, waved his fist, and sneered: "What, waste, hasn't it been beaten enough, and the skin is itchy again." ”

Song Li pointed to the kicked clerk on the side, and said in a deep voice: "Young Master Yun, you can not cooperate with me, but you must apologize to him!"