At half past five, Jing Zeheng returned to the room with the cool air of the early morning.

Shen Fanyin sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms, her big misty eyes were blank, and she looked at him without blinking.

It made him feel that his little wife was waiting for him in bed after returning from overtime......

Jing Zeheng cleared his throat, put the messy thoughts behind him, took off his coat and put it on the sofa, and then went to the bedside.

He rubbed her head and reported in time what she remembered the most: "It was the hotel room cleaner who did it, and a man from country M instructed her."

After a pause, he added, "Leave Qi Jin's name."

This is a bit of a bad thing, but Shen Fanyin is not stupid, she and her grandmother have only arrived in country M, and there can be no enemies at all, if he doesn't say it, it will only make her guess.

Shen Fanyin sobered up, and a touch of ruthlessness crossed his eyes.

Jing Zeheng's words made her think about a lot of things in an instant, and the scattered fragments in her mind pieced together the answer.

She slowly raised her head to look at Jing Zeheng, her eyes were cold: "Brother, do you know the black of country M. Gang or something?"

Jing Zeheng couldn't cry or laugh.

At this time, there is no need to be so tacit.

He straightened his face: "What do you want to do?"

"You don't care." Shen Fanyin didn't tell him, "If you know, give me a contact information, and if you don't know, forget it."

Naturally, this kind of thing cannot implicate him.

Jing Zeheng didn't answer, looked at her quietly, and waited for her to calm down.

Shen Fanyin didn't let him wait too long, and after a while, he knocked his head and said in a low voice, "I didn't wake up and my brain is broken, this kind of person is not worthy of exchanging one with me."

She had heard a lot of Qi Jin's crazy things from Su Mu's mouth, and she instantly understood the reason why she acted like this-

Get you back. Take revenge on her with grandma's safety.

Whether grandma is dead or injured, it is enough to break her.

It's just that from such a distance, I can't help her at all.

The first reaction of a person who is a little bloody when encountering this kind of thing is probably to die with it.

Shen Fanyin is the same, the moment she thinks clearly, she can't wait to go back to China to strangle Qi Jin to death, but fortunately, she calmed down relatively quickly, and this thought was left behind by her.

Jing Zeheng sat down on the edge of the bed, took a sip of water, and then stroked her hair again: "Good, don't worry."

Shen Fanyin was a little dull, lowering his eyes and not answering.

She's thinking about how to deal with this trouble.

Jing Zeheng gently rubbed her head, and his eyes fell on her shoulder.

The fair skin was stained with bruises, and the scratched places had shallow blood scabs.

His eyes dimmed, and he hid the gloom in his eyes and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Huh?" Shen Fanyin came back to his senses and moved his shoulder casually, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Although the carpet is thin, it also acts as a cushion and does not hurt the bones, so it is not a big problem.

Jing Zeheng brushed away the broken hair on her cheeks and said softly, "I asked Qi Yan, Qi Jin has been in a mental hospital for a while now, and it is impossible to arrest her with a single excuse. But there must be someone behind her to help, and I'm going to get them all out, so bear with me and give me some time."

Shen Fanyin listened carefully, and after he finished speaking, she thought about it seriously and lowered her voice: "I'm fine, it's just that grandma is old."

"I understand." Jing Zeheng gave her a reassuring look, "I borrowed some people from Ian, and with them to protect me, grandma won't have any more accidents."

Shen Fanyin asked, "Can you let Cao Guan protect grandma?"

She knew that her ability was not so great, and she was not keen on danger, but Cao Guan was a professional, and she was willing to believe in his people.

Jing Zeheng hesitated slightly. Cao Guan was specially arranged by him to be by her side, and if someone else protected her......

But seeing that Shen Fanyin looked like she wouldn't be alive without her grandmother, Jing Zeheng nodded and responded, "Yes."

agreed, and he was relieved.

Compared with her grandmother, Shen Fanyin still has some self-protection ability, and she can run even if she can't beat it.

Removing his hand from her head, he coaxed, "Sleep a little longer."

Shen Fanyin glanced at the time and shook her head: "If you don't sleep, grandma is going to get up too, I'll go to her for a turn, so that she won't worry."

Jing Zeheng wanted to press her back to the bed, but her shoulder was still injured, and his hand had nowhere to fall, so he could only persuade: "I'll go and tell grandma, don't toss."

"I just slept." Shen Fanyin was about to get out of bed, but found that there were no slippers.

She turned her head to look at Jing Zeheng again.

Seeing her like this, Jing Zeheng had to take out a pair of disposable slippers and put them at her feet.

Shen Fanyin stood up, his movements were a little stiff, and he felt better after moving twice.

She breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the nightdress on her body, and realized that it was inappropriate to wear this to go out, and walked towards the sofa: "Brother, borrow me your coat to put it on."

Jing Zeheng: "......!"

He deliberately put his coat on the sofa because it still contained a photograph inside.

Seeing that Shen Fanyin was about to touch his coat, he said, "I'll get you another one, that one is dirty, you have injuries on your body, and you are prone to infection."

In a short sentence, there were already beads of sweat on his palms.

Shen Fanyin's fingers hooked the collar, glanced sideways at the scar on his shoulder, and said indifferently, "No need, just take these few steps."

"No."

Jing Zeheng said and took an unworn coat and draped it directly over her shoulders.

Shen Fanyin was stunned, her fingers were withdrawn, but her eyes were still on the jacket on the sofa.

He's only worn out for a few hours, dirty?

Shen Fanyin's mind turned back and forth, and after a moment of silence, he pulled the placket of his shirt, turned his head to look at Jing Zeheng, and said solemnly: "Brother, although I think you shouldn't have bad intentions, it's better not to touch some things."

Jing Zeheng: "......?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Shen Fanyin thought that he had made up the truth in his brain, and seriously advised: "Although the law here allows it, we are not from country M, right? What if you get into any trouble...... Brother, I will never help you hide this kind of thing, you must tell your aunt."

She frowned slightly, and looked at Jing Zeheng with the eyes of a young man who had lost her footing.

Jing Zeheng: "......"

Well, it's better to misunderstand that he has a gun than to know what's really in it.

Jing Zeheng's expression eased, and the posture of throwing the pot was too proficient: "I met with Ian just now, and he forced it into me, you happened to wake up, and you didn't have time to return it."

Shen Fanyin recalled the strange male voice he heard when he woke up, and believed his nonsense: "Then you will remember to return it to him later."

Jing Zeheng was very patient and listened to persuasion: "Okay."

Shen Fanyin put on his coat and walked out, walked a few steps, then turned his head to look at him and said, "Brother, this friend of yours is really not good, you should be careful."

Jing Zeheng: "It's just a money relationship, not a friend."

"That's good."

Shen Fanyin breathed a long sigh of relief, and his pace was much brisker.

Outside the hotel, in the car.

Ian sneezed several times in succession, feeling a chill down his spine for some reason, and always feeling that someone was scolding him behind his back.