Leng Zirui leaned on the desk, took out a cigar from the cigar box on the table and played with it between his fingers, "Will he die?" ”

Shen Yizhou put down the phone in his hand, "I will do everything I can to save him!" ”

Leng Zirui nodded slightly, "You guys go back and rest, I want to stay alone for a while." ”

"Okay."

Shen Yizhou understood his mood, did not persuade him, walked over to hold Tong Ya's arm, and left the study together.

Leng Zirui took the lighter from the table, put the tomato between his fingers to his lips, lit it, and took a deep breath.

The cyan smoke swirled and blurred his face.

Their brothers are four years apart, Leng Zimo has taken care of him very much since he was a brother, although he has a cold temperament, but for Leng Zirui, he has always been very fond of him, and the relationship between the two brothers has always been very good.

Back then, Leng Zirui's first car was given to him by Leng Zimo, it was the first money Leng Zimo earned, the two brothers went to the car shop together, Leng Zimo did not go to the sports car he wanted, but chose the four-wheel drive car that Leng Zirui wanted.

At that time, Leng Zirui was only fourteen years old, and when the two brothers drove the car out of the car shop, Leng Zimo drove the car directly to the suburbs, and then got out of the car and gave him the driver's seat.

At that time, Leng Zirui realized that Leng Zimo chose this car not because he liked it, but because he liked it, and later, when he finally got his driver's license, Leng Zimo had already become popular all over the world, and he knew that he liked racing, and it was Leng Zimo who arranged for him to participate in car races despite Leng Lin's opposition, and even did not hesitate to put down his pride to endorse the car manufacturer, just to win him the sponsorship of the manufacturer and win a chance to participate, and Leng Zirui at that time did not live up to Leng Zimo. The first time he participated in the national league, he won the first place.

Then it was out of control, but in just one year, Leng Zirui has quickly grown into a professional racing driver, and has won a place in the international rankings.

Although Leng Zirui did not really go down the road of racing, but put on a military uniform, Leng Zirui has always been full of admiration and gratitude for his eldest brother Leng Zimo.

Now, something like this has happened to this person, how can he not be sad?!

As the smoke cleared, the young general, who had always loved to laugh and joke with the nurses when he was shot on the operating table, had tears in his eyes at the moment.

"Brother, you must live, live well!"

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……

Two bedrooms apart, in a luxurious bedroom.

Luo Xiaoqian sat on Leng Zimo's lap and carefully helped him dry his hair, and then stood up from his lap, "Okay, now you can sleep!" ”

"Give it to me!" Leng Zimo took the hair dryer from her hand, "You lie down first." ”

"Okay."

Luo Xiaoqian picked up the quilt and leaned on the head of the bed, her eyes were just staring at his background, watching him walk into the bathroom and walk back, and she was relieved.

She knew that Leng Zimo's self-esteem was strong, and although she was worried about him, she didn't dare to show it too obviously, lest he be depressed.

"Come, come up and sleep with me!" Smiling and patting the vacant seat on her side, Luo Xiaoqian's tone was coquettish.

walked over and lay down on her side, Leng Zimo gently hugged her, raised his hand to turn off the small lamp at the head of the bed, "Sleep." ”

Luo Xiaoqian leaned on the head of the bed and hugged his head in her arms, "I recently learned a new song, can I sing it to you?" ”

"It's too late, let's get some rest early!" Leng Zimo said in her arms.