The two fell to the ground and hugged each other in a male-on-female-oh no, male-on-female-to-male.

Sha Wen made Yan Murong's meat pad, but it didn't make Yan Murong fall in pain, his body rolled to the side, and a carp stood up from the ground, and Sha Wen, who was smashed below, didn't seem to be injured, got up from the ground, and without saying a word, kicked Yan Murong with a series of kicks.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Yan Murong blocked Sha Wen's chain kicks a few times in a row, his palm was a little painful, and he retreated while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

At this moment, Jie Kui also jumped down from the coffee table, and greeted Yan Murong with the same chain of kicks.

The two-legged Yan Murong could still block it, but the four-legged one was a little scrambling. The speed of the two of them was not slow, so that he didn't even have time to draw his sword - and even if he had the opportunity to draw his sword, he was worried that he would hurt Su Qingwu in a fight.

Su Qingwu's office area is not small, but once the fight starts, it is really uncertain whether he will be injured by mistake.

Finally, Yan Murong kicked Sha Wen with his side ribs, grabbed Sha Wen's leg, and threw Sha Wen aside with a Tai Chi pusher of four or two thousand catties. It's a pity that Jie Kui's speed is too fast, and before Yan Murong can even take it back, Jie Kui's forty-four size leather sole is imprinted on Yan Murong's chest.

"Bang-"

Yan Murong flew out upside down and hit the bookshelf on his back, the valuable mahogany bookshelf was smashed and shattered, the books and glass were scattered all over the ground, and Yan Murong also fell in.

"Murong." Su Qingwu screamed, and didn't care about Yan Murong's instructions to let her hide aside, staggered over with her high heels, and didn't care that the broken glass would cut her hands, so she pulled open the book that was pressing on Yan Murong's body and pulled him up from inside.

"Jayqui, it's time to stop." Just when Jie Kui was about to step forward to make a move, Zheng Wuming stood up from the sofa, looked at Yan Murong, who was pulled up by Su Qingwu, and said. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, he pointed to his chest and said. "Everything you have brought to me has made me so painful that I can barely breathe - I promise to pay back the pain you have given me. But don't worry, I won't use that kind of petty method. ”

After saying that, he beckoned to Shavin and Jakui, and walked out of the office without looking back.

Looking at the disappeared figures of the three of them, Yan Murong's brows became tighter and tighter, and his face became a little ugly.

"Poof!"

Finally, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing a little crimson on the smooth opposite side.

The force of Jie Kui's kick was not small, and when Yan Murong shook off Sha Wen, he knew that he couldn't dodge this kick, so he forcibly took a breath and took this blow hard, and forced Zheng Wuming to leave, and then spit out this mouthful of blood.

"Damn, these two guys are really ruthless." Spit out that mouthful of blood, Yan Murong's face looked a lot better, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

At first, Yan Murong really didn't care about these two guys who were no different from ordinary bodyguards, but when he started to do it, he realized that things were definitely not as simple as he imagined - these two people were very similar to death in terms of strength and ability to resist attacks.

"Murong, how are you, I'll call an ambulance immediately." Seeing Yan Murong vomiting blood, Su Qingwu cried urgently, tears fell down her delicate cheeks, like beads with broken threads, and she couldn't stop it.

"No, no need to call an ambulance." Yan Murong grabbed Su Qingwu, who was about to make a call, with a smile on his face, and said comfortingly. "I'm fine, I just spat blood."

"Get out of me, I need to call an ambulance." Su Qingwu said as she struggled. It's okay? They all vomited blood and said they were fine. So what does it take to be okay?

"I'm fine." Yan Murong pulled Su Qingwu over, hugged her in his arms, patted her back gently, and said softly. "I'm a doctor myself, I don't know my condition yet-I don't believe we can go home and try it at night, and it's absolutely fine to fight for hundreds of rounds."

"Woo-" Su Qingwu cried even more, and said in a choked voice while tapping Yan Murong's back. "When are you still in the mood to say this, you're scared me to death, do you know?"

Looking at Su Qingwu, who was hiding in his arms and crying, a soft smile was drawn on the corner of Yan Murong's mouth.

No matter how much money she has, no matter how cold she is in front of outsiders, in front of herself, she is always a woman who needs him.

Yan Murong didn't speak, just hugged her and gently patted her back.

After crying for a while, Su Qingwu raised her head, looked up at Yan Murong with her pretty face covered with tears, and said. "Let's call the police."

"Call the police? What does the police do? Arrest Zheng Wuming? Yan Murong said. It's useless, since he dares to come back, he is not afraid of these - this king and eight calves, as soon as he comes back, he not only sends flowers to my wife, but also gives me a dismount. ”

"Does it hurt?" Su Qingwu lifted Yan Murong's clothes, looked at the footprints on his chest that had become bruised, gently stroked it, and asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt is fake." Yan Murong grinned. "It's okay, just go back and wipe Yunnan Baiyao for two days."

"I've got it here." Hearing this, Su Qingwu broke free from his embrace, quickly ran under the desk, took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the cabinet below, unscrewed the lid, sprayed some on Yan Murong's chest, and then, stretched out his hand again, and gently rubbed it on it.

His eyes are focused and his movements are gentle, as if he is carefully trying to figure out a priceless treasure.

Who says it's sexy for men who work hard? Women who work hard are also quite sexy.

"Murong, what should we do?" While rubbing the bruises on Yan Murong's chest, Su Qingwu asked. "How is he still alive?"

"How is he still alive?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "That's what I want to know."

Although he was mentally prepared when Zheng Xiao proved that the person in the photo was Zheng Wuming, he was still startled when he saw Zheng Wuming appear in front of him.

In these years, feudal superstition didn't work, but Yan Murong really couldn't find any other way to explain why Zheng Wuming was still standing in front of him alive, and there was not even a trace of a wound on his temple.

Could it be a ghost? Yan Murong thought. But then, he felt that this was absolutely impossible. Although the cloning technology has been around for a long time, even if there are people who can do this, the problem is that no matter how many scientists in NB can't clone people with memories.

"What now?" Seeing that Yan Murong was in a daze, Su Qingwu asked urgently.

"Let's have a cold salad." Yan Murong came back to his senses, his face full of a confident smile. "Since he dares to come back, and dare to tell me what to say to give me back the pain I have caused him, then I will take it—if I can let him die once, I can let him die again."