Now tell him the news of Miss Jing's arrest, maybe there is still a glimmer of life?

Wilson hesitated, then thought again......

If Jing Jiaren is dead now, Ximen Longting is estimated to be desperate with Master Ximen immediately.

And after experiencing this failed "rebellion", Master Simon is probably more defensive.

Ginger is old and spicy.

After all, everything Ximen Longting has experienced, Ximen Fenglie has experienced it all. He lived more than twenty more years!

Simon walked out of the ward awe-inspiringly, and suddenly his body sank, and he fell to the ground without warning.

Wilson looked at Simon Longting lying on the bed, his face stiff and without the slightest hint of blood.

His eyes flickered slightly, as if he remembered something a long time ago.

He has been by his side since he was a child, and he can be said to have witnessed the growth of Ximen Longting......

Most of Ximen Longting's contours and facial features have inherited from Master Ximen, and they are not at all similar to his mother.

Thinking of his mother, Wilson's gaze drifted instantly.

He had to keep Simon alive.

Picking up his phone, he dialed the number of Simon Fenglie......

It is also raining in France.

The man stood on the wide verandah-style terrace, sipping alone.

The maid standing next to her held her phone and pressed the amplification button.

"Master, before the young master's illness is cured, can Miss Jing stay alive? Without Miss Jing, the young master refused to receive treatment. ”

"Tie him to the operating table."

"When a patient refuses treatment, even if he is forced to undergo surgery, it will only backfire if he refuses to accept treatment after surgery. All processes must be carried out with the close cooperation of the patient, and the cure rate of the young master's disease is already low......"

……

There is a small lamp left in the ward.

The sleeping Simon Longting was covered by the light, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was whispering something.

Wilson didn't have to listen closer, he knew that he was called "Jing Jiaren".

The young master was worried about Jing Jiaren's safety, and he was even troubled in his sleep.

He hadn't slept well for three days in a row, and his nerves were tense......

A burst of music rang out abruptly.

Wilson took out his mobile phone, it was not his, and he heard the sound of music coming from Simon Longting's body.

He carefully pulled out his phone from his master's coat -

Suddenly, a large palm slammed into Wilson's wrist.

Wilson was really taken aback: "I'm afraid I'll make a noise with you......"

He opened his blood-red eyes: "Is it her phone?" ”

"I haven't seen it yet...... Master, have you been woken up? ”

He snatched the phone from Wilson's hand, looked at the caller ID, and the moment he picked up the phone, his voice was thunderous:

"Jing Jiaren, you unkind woman, do you still remember my life and death? Do you know to call me? Where is it?! "He misses her, damn it!

"I have something to attend to here...... Simon Longting, are you okay? ”

"Lying in the hospital, do you say it's okay?" He snorted coldly, and said as intimidating as he could, "High fever, heavy bleeding in the stomach, the doctor said that it is in an advanced stage, go back and collect my body." ”

"Really?"

"Fake."

"Simon Longting, don't be so scary, okay!?"

"Disappear without saying a word, aren't you afraid that I will really die?"

"I see that your roaring voice is full of anger, it should be fine."

"Jing Jiaren-" Ximen Longting seemed to be out of breath and began to choke.

"You cough? Do you take any medication? ”