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The bald head stared at the bullet holes in the ground, where a faint smoke was rising.

He raised his head again, Qiao Weihuan's eyes were dark, and the darkness in the warehouse seemed to be condensed into it, faintly revealing the ruthlessness of choosing people to devour.

…… This is serious, there's a real chance they'll never get out of this warehouse again.

The bald head moved his lips slightly, and he was about to speak, when Huang Mao next to him suddenly shouted.

"Yes!!"

Huang Mao shook his shoulders violently, and was so frightened by Qiao Weihuan's ferocity that he cried bitterly, "I said, I said everything!" She sent us, don't kill me......"

The men in the suit stuffed their bald heads and yellow hair into the car, and then stood still beside the car in unison, waiting for Qiao Weihuan's next instructions.

Scott lowered his voice, "Madam, do you want to tell this now, sir?" ”

"Don't tell He Zhengxiao just yet." Qiao Weihuan faded her gloomy eyes and regained her deep composure, she slowly gathered her scarf and continued: "Don't talk about everything that happened today. ”

The men in the suits lowered their heads a little confused, but still said, "Yes!" ”

In the car, Scott swept Qiao Weihuan's pale face from the rearview mirror, and asked tentatively, "Madam, who are we now?" ”

"Go to Amalia."

Qiao Weihuan swiped the screen of his mobile phone, Fu Minglang did not call, it seems that Xu Zhongshu's operation is not over yet.

There is no news, but it can be considered good news.

Chris's hospital was some distance from the warehouse, and when Qiao Weihuan got there, Amalia, who knew she was coming, went downstairs early to meet her.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan get out of the car, Amalia's eyes were red and she called out, "Cecil." ”

Qiao Weihuan hugged the bouquet and nodded at her, "I heard that he is recovering well." ”

Chris's operation went well, he woke up early, and there were no sequelae, and when Qiao Weihuan went, Chris was sleeping. She handed the bouquet to the nurse and didn't stay long before leaving the room.

Amalia quickly came back to her senses, she followed Qiao Weihuan out, closed the door of the ward, and asked her in a trembling voice: "Cecil, will you not forgive me?" ”

"I don't blame you, I only hate the murderer and want her to pay."

Qiao Weihuan turned around, Amalia's eyes were red, and tears under her eyes could fall at any time.

"Amalia, can you help me?"

Amalia nodded impatiently, and agreed to her without even asking how to help.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan's shadow gradually moving away, Amalia's misty eyes flickered slightly, and crystal tears still fell.

She cried so sadly, but she covered her mouth, swallowed all her voice, and sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry ......"

The unbearable night settled, enveloping Manchester City in an airtight air, and slowly faded the color, revealing a thin bright color on the horizon.

Qiao Weihuan sat on the bench in the hospital, clasped hands together, and stared silently at the door of the operating room. She didn't move, she didn't make a sound, and her breathing slowed, like an expressionless sculpture of Zunmu.

Time passes mercilessly, and the longer the wait, the higher the risk of surgery. Every second that passes is like a bell ringing in people's hearts.

Fu Minglang raised his hand and gently put it on her back, trying to make her feel a little heat, "Sister, Brother Xu will definitely be able to get through." ”

Qiao Weihuan trembled her eyelashes slightly, and said calmly: "Whether you can survive or not, we don't count." ”

Her tone was steady, her eyes clear, and her sanity was a little indifferent.

But Fu Minglang knew that she was more uncomfortable than anyone else.

Because she knew that she could not fall, she hid all the unbearable pain deeply, and let them pull at her heart in the unknown corner.

The outside is copper and iron, but in fact, the inside is full of holes.

If you don't accept comfort, you can't even lie to yourself.

Fu Minglang quickly took off his coat and put it on her, untied the woolen scarf, half-knelt on the ground and took her hand, and wrapped the scarf in her cold hand.

It happened that the door of the operating room was pushed open from the inside, Qiao Wei got up happily and stepped over with his stiff feet, "Doctor, how is he?" ”

The doctor let out a long sigh of relief, and his pale face relaxed, "The operation went well, and the patient's condition was more serious than expected, but he survived." ”

Qiao Weihuan's tense nerves relaxed in an instant, and the overwhelming sourness surged up, washing her eyes fiercely.

She closed her eyes and nodded with difficulty, "...... Thank you. ”

God was finally merciful once, and did not let Xu Zhongshu die like this.

As for the rest, let her get it back from Charlotte.

Xu Zhongshu was transferred to the ward and was not yet awake. Qiao Weihuan stood by the bedside, watched the doctors and nurses do things carefully, and whispered to Fu Minglang, "You have been waiting here for the past few days, if you need anything, just tell them." ”

Fu Minglang looked back at the man in the suit at the door, his young face was worried, "Sister? ”

Xu Zhongshu suffered this catastrophe, listening to her tone, but it was like she wouldn't come over for the time being, where was she going?

Qiao Weihuan didn't speak, turned around and left the ward.

When she came out, the phone in her pocket began to vibrate, and she glanced at the number and paused.

Qiao Weihuan gestured to the men in the suit to step back, lowered his head and swiped the screen.

"Why did you call so early?"

She had not slept all night, her voice was a little hoarse, and she was a little tired, and her speech was slow and soft. I couldn't see her bloodshot eyes, only the sound of her voice, as if she had just woken up.

He Zhengxiao on the other end of the phone slowly buttoned the top of his shirt, "I haven't woken up yet, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan slowly leaned against the wall and looked up at the pure white ceiling of the corridor, "No, I still want to sleep a little longer." ”

"Not going to get up?"

“…… Occasionally want to be lazy. ”

He Zhengxiao laughed lowly, and his voice echoed slowly in his ears, sounding extremely unreal.

"Don't make a noise for you, you continue to sleep."

Qiao Weihuan responded and hung up the phone first.

He Zhengxiao said that the time, she gave it. And the four knives on Xu Zhongshu's body are the result of her waiting.

In the end, how much guilt and blame she has to bear in exchange for his attitude, she doesn't know, and she doesn't want to wait.

What she has done in the past two days has reached He Zhengxiao, and he must have known immediately that she is going to use these people as a sharp blade and aim the tip of the knife at Charlotte. She didn't even know if He Zhengxiao would stop him if he knew about it, so she simply didn't let him know.

Qiao Weihuan turned her head and looked in the direction of Xu Zhongshu's ward, where medical staff were coming out lightly.

Right and wrong can always be easily distorted.

She hated He Zhengxiao for having reservations about her and hiding countless facts, and now she also has things she doesn't want him to know, and even told lies, who should be blamed?

Qiao Weihuan retracted his gaze and left without stopping.

Downstairs, the black cars lined up, and the men in suits saw Qiao Weihuan coming down, and they all pulled the car door and got into the car. The moment he opened the car door, Qiao Weihuan saw the angry faces of the yellow hair and the bald head.

Scott's hand was on the door frame of the car to prevent Qiao Weihuan from hitting his head when he got into the car.

Amalia in the car felt that the atmosphere was too solemn, and she looked at Qiao Weihuan who was sitting uneasily, "Cecil, where are we going?" ”

Qiao Weihuan leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

At the same time, in the manor in London, He Zhengxiao straightened the cufflinks, and the pure bright color of tanzanite flashed.

Uncle Zhong walked over lightly, "Young master, the car is ready." ”

He Zhengxiao took the coat in his hand and put it on elegantly.

Two hours later, Uncle Chung drove back to Manchester.

The maid of the manor did not receive the news of He Zhengxiao's return, and bent down in surprise at the moment, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw He Zhengxiao's index finger against his lips, and the servant had to close his mouth.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch, and his dark eyes roamed around the dining room, but he didn't see the woman who was supposed to be eating. Long legs stepped up the stairs and went upstairs silently.

The maid guessed that his husband had not come back for a long time, and today he suddenly did this, I am afraid that he wanted to make his wife happy. She endured and endured, but she still couldn't hold back, hung her head and said, "Sir, Madame is not in the manor now. ”

He Zhengxiao paused, slowly put his hand into the pocket of his trousers, and turned to look at the servant.

"Madame left the manor yesterday at noon and did not come back since, and this morning Madame has left Manchester."

…… Early morning?

The air stagnated for a moment, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the servant's back for no reason.

The gloomy gaze was heavy, but the tone was still low, "Where did she go?" ”

"Madame went to London."

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The bald head stared at the bullet holes in the ground, where a faint smoke was rising.

He raised his head again, Qiao Weihuan's eyes were dark, and the darkness in the warehouse seemed to be condensed into it, faintly revealing the ruthlessness of choosing people to devour.

…… This is serious, there's a real chance they'll never get out of this warehouse again.

The bald head moved his lips slightly, and he was about to speak, when Huang Mao next to him suddenly shouted.

"Yes!!"

Huang Mao shook his shoulders violently, and was so frightened by Qiao Weihuan's ferocity that he cried bitterly, "I said, I said everything!" She sent us, don't kill me......"

The men in the suit stuffed their bald heads and yellow hair into the car, and then stood still beside the car in unison, waiting for Qiao Weihuan's next instructions.

Scott lowered his voice, "Madam, do you want to tell this now, sir?" ”

"Don't tell He Zhengxiao just yet." Qiao Weihuan faded her gloomy eyes and regained her deep composure, she slowly gathered her scarf and continued: "Don't talk about everything that happened today. ”

The men in the suits lowered their heads a little confused, but still said, "Yes!" ”

In the car, Scott swept Qiao Weihuan's pale face from the rearview mirror, and asked tentatively, "Madam, who are we now?" ”

"Go to Amalia."

Qiao Weihuan swiped the screen of his mobile phone, Fu Minglang did not call, it seems that Xu Zhongshu's operation is not over yet.

There is no news, but it can be considered good news.

Chris's hospital was some distance from the warehouse, and when Qiao Weihuan got there, Amalia, who knew she was coming, went downstairs early to meet her.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan get out of the car, Amalia's eyes were red and she called out, "Cecil." ”

Qiao Weihuan hugged the bouquet and nodded at her, "I heard that he is recovering well." ”

Chris's operation went well, he woke up early, and there were no sequelae, and when Qiao Weihuan went, Chris was sleeping. She handed the bouquet to the nurse and didn't stay long before leaving the room.

Amalia quickly came back to her senses, she followed Qiao Weihuan out, closed the door of the ward, and asked her in a trembling voice: "Cecil, will you not forgive me?" ”

"I don't blame you, I only hate the murderer and want her to pay."

Qiao Weihuan turned around, Amalia's eyes were red, and tears under her eyes could fall at any time.

"Amalia, can you help me?"

Amalia nodded impatiently, and agreed to her without even asking how to help.

Seeing Qiao Weihuan's shadow gradually moving away, Amalia's misty eyes flickered slightly, and crystal tears still fell.

She cried so sadly, but she covered her mouth, swallowed all her voice, and sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry ......"

The unbearable night settled, enveloping Manchester City in an airtight air, and slowly faded the color, revealing a thin bright color on the horizon.

Qiao Weihuan sat on the bench in the hospital, clasped hands together, and stared silently at the door of the operating room. She didn't move, she didn't make a sound, and her breathing slowed, like an expressionless sculpture of Zunmu.

Time passes mercilessly, and the longer the wait, the higher the risk of surgery. Every second that passes is like a bell ringing in people's hearts.

Fu Minglang raised his hand and gently put it on her back, trying to make her feel a little heat, "Sister, Brother Xu will definitely be able to get through." ”

Qiao Weihuan trembled her eyelashes slightly, and said calmly: "Whether you can survive or not, we don't count." ”

Her tone was steady, her eyes clear, and her sanity was a little indifferent.

But Fu Minglang knew that she was more uncomfortable than anyone else.

Because she knew that she could not fall, she hid all the unbearable pain deeply, and let them pull at her heart in the unknown corner.

The outside is copper and iron, but in fact, the inside is full of holes.

If you don't accept comfort, you can't even lie to yourself.

Fu Minglang quickly took off his coat and put it on her, untied the woolen scarf, half-knelt on the ground and took her hand, and wrapped the scarf in her cold hand.

It happened that the door of the operating room was pushed open from the inside, Qiao Wei got up happily and stepped over with his stiff feet, "Doctor, how is he?" ”

The doctor let out a long sigh of relief, and his pale face relaxed, "The operation went well, and the patient's condition was more serious than expected, but he survived." ”

Qiao Weihuan's tense nerves relaxed in an instant, and the overwhelming sourness surged up, washing her eyes fiercely.

She closed her eyes and nodded with difficulty, "...... Thank you. ”

God was finally merciful once, and did not let Xu Zhongshu die like this.

As for the rest, let her get it back from Charlotte.

Xu Zhongshu was transferred to the ward and was not yet awake. Qiao Weihuan stood by the bedside, watched the doctors and nurses do things carefully, and whispered to Fu Minglang, "You have been waiting here for the past few days, if you need anything, just tell them." ”

Fu Minglang looked back at the man in the suit at the door, his young face was worried, "Sister? ”

Xu Zhongshu suffered this catastrophe, listening to her tone, but it was like she wouldn't come over for the time being, where was she going?

Qiao Weihuan didn't speak, turned around and left the ward.

When she came out, the phone in her pocket began to vibrate, and she glanced at the number and paused.

Qiao Weihuan gestured to the men in the suit to step back, lowered his head and swiped the screen.

"Why did you call so early?"

She had not slept all night, her voice was a little hoarse, and she was a little tired, and her speech was slow and soft. I couldn't see her bloodshot eyes, only the sound of her voice, as if she had just woken up.

He Zhengxiao on the other end of the phone slowly buttoned the top of his shirt, "I haven't woken up yet, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan slowly leaned against the wall and looked up at the pure white ceiling of the corridor, "No, I still want to sleep a little longer." ”

"Not going to get up?"

“…… Occasionally want to be lazy. ”

He Zhengxiao laughed lowly, and his voice echoed slowly in his ears, sounding extremely unreal.

"Don't make a noise for you, you continue to sleep."

Qiao Weihuan responded and hung up the phone first.

He Zhengxiao said that the time, she gave it. And the four knives on Xu Zhongshu's body are the result of her waiting.

In the end, how much guilt and blame she has to bear in exchange for his attitude, she doesn't know, and she doesn't want to wait.

What she has done in the past two days has reached He Zhengxiao, and he must have known immediately that she is going to use these people as a sharp blade and aim the tip of the knife at Charlotte. She didn't even know if He Zhengxiao would stop him if he knew about it, so she simply didn't let him know.

Qiao Weihuan turned her head and looked in the direction of Xu Zhongshu's ward, where medical staff were coming out lightly.

Right and wrong can always be easily distorted.

She hated He Zhengxiao for having reservations about her and hiding countless facts, and now she also has things she doesn't want him to know, and even told lies, who should be blamed?

Qiao Weihuan retracted his gaze and left without stopping.

Downstairs, the black cars lined up, and the men in suits saw Qiao Weihuan coming down, and they all pulled the car door and got into the car. The moment he opened the car door, Qiao Weihuan saw the angry faces of the yellow hair and the bald head.

Scott's hand was on the door frame of the car to prevent Qiao Weihuan from hitting his head when he got into the car.

Amalia in the car felt that the atmosphere was too solemn, and she looked at Qiao Weihuan who was sitting uneasily, "Cecil, where are we going?" ”

Qiao Weihuan leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

At the same time, in the manor in London, He Zhengxiao straightened the cufflinks, and the pure bright color of tanzanite flashed.

Uncle Zhong walked over lightly, "Young master, the car is ready." ”

He Zhengxiao took the coat in his hand and put it on elegantly.

Two hours later, Uncle Chung drove back to Manchester.

The maid of the manor did not receive the news of He Zhengxiao's return, and bent down in surprise at the moment, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw He Zhengxiao's index finger against his lips, and the servant had to close his mouth.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch, and his dark eyes roamed around the dining room, but he didn't see the woman who was supposed to be eating. Long legs stepped up the stairs and went upstairs silently.

The maid guessed that his husband had not come back for a long time, and today he suddenly did this, I am afraid that he wanted to make his wife happy. She endured and endured, but she still couldn't hold back, hung her head and said, "Sir, Madame is not in the manor now. ”

He Zhengxiao paused, slowly put his hand into the pocket of his trousers, and turned to look at the servant.

"Madame left the manor yesterday at noon and did not come back since, and this morning Madame has left Manchester."

…… Early morning?

The air stagnated for a moment, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the servant's back for no reason.

The gloomy gaze was heavy, but the tone was still low, "Where did she go?" ”

"Madame went to London."

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