"Did you hear that?" She was hoarse and cried indistinctly, "If you die, I hate you in this life, in the next life, in the next life, and I will never forgive you—"

Just as her roar fell, Zhou Qichuan had already been pushed to the door of the operating room.

Seeing that she still wanted to follow up, Zhou Qichuan hurried to catch her.

But her hands held Zhou Qichuan's hands tightly, and she didn't want to let go at all.

Pulling and pulling, maybe it was painful, on the hospital bed, Zhou Qichuan's dense eyelashes trembled invisibly.

"Kite, don't do this, let it go!" Ji Yanli went to hug Song Zhiyuan, "You are like this, it will only delay Zhou Qichuan's rescue."

Ji Yanli said a word, Song Zhiyuan was like five thunderbolts, and immediately let go of Zhou Qichuan, and then, he stood at the door of the operating room, watching him being pushed in.

"Bang Dang~"

With a loud bang, the heavy operating room door was pulled shut, cutting off Song Zhiyuan's sight.

Fixedly, she stood there, looking at the heavy operating room door, for a long time, she gradually softened into Ji Yanli's arms, crying silently.

Ji Yanli hugged her in the back, looking at her like this, her heart was about to break.

"Kite, don't be like this, don't be like this." He reassured her, "Zhou Qichuan won't die, he won't die."

At this moment, he hoped more than anyone else that Zhou Qichuan could live well.

"Brother, brother-" Song Zhiyuan turned around and looked at Ji Yanli with completely blurred teary eyes, a pair of bright red hands grabbed his arm, as if pleading, "Someone wants my and Zhou Qichuan's lives, you help me, help me, I want that person to die, I want him to die-"

"Okay, okay." Ji Yanli did not hesitate.

He went to hug Song Zhiyuan and nodded heavily, "I promise you, I promise you."

Jiang Huai, the Xu family's mansion.

It was already more than two o'clock in the morning, but Xu Nianhe had no intention of resting.

She sat in front of the dresser in her room, the knuckles of her fingers that were holding on to her phone, already white.

Not only the knuckles, but at this moment, there was not much blood on her face, and her scarlet eyes were full of nervousness, apprehension, mixed with hatred and anger, and the pleasure of revenge.

She is waiting, waiting for the good news that Song Zhiyuan and Zhou Qichuan will be *** off together.

It stands to reason that almost an hour ago, she should have gotten good news from the other party.

But her mobile phone has not moved, and the other party has not given her a message.

She couldn't wait, and glanced at herself in the mirror with a pale face like a female ghost, Xu Nianhe unlocked her phone, pressed down the number at the top of the call record, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time, and it wasn't until it was about to hang up automatically that the other party connected.

"How's it going, is the person dead?" Immediately, Xu Nianhe asked extremely excitedly and urgently.

"Miss Xu, the balance is 100 million, you call first." The other party said in a deep voice.

"Damn, what do you mean, Miss Ben asked you if you were dead, and you told me the final payment?" Xu Nianhe was immediately furious.

"Xu Nianhe, within one hour, you can call the balance over, otherwise, you and your Xu family will be finished with me." The other party gritted his teeth, shouted this sentence, and hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the busy sound of "Doodoo-" on the mobile phone, Xu Nianhe was directly stunned, and after a while, she reacted and immediately called her own people.

"How is it, are Zhou Qichuan and Song Zhiyuan dead?" The phone was connected, and she asked eagerly.

"Miss-" There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second, "The matter is messed up, the police arrived in time, Zhou Qichuan and Song Zhiyuan don't seem to be dead, but the forty brothers of the Fu (Qing) Gang are all in it."

"What?!" Xu Nianhe immediately exclaimed, his eyes widening.

In the next second, Xu Nianhe's mobile phone at his fingertips slipped and fell to the ground with a "pop".

As if he had been pointed, Xu Nianhe was stunned and terrified.

Zhou Qichuan and Song Zhiyuan

None of them died, the police arrived, and the forty brothers of the Fu (Qing) Gang all went in.

Make the final payment within an hour, otherwise, she and the Xu family will be finished together.

The more Xu Nianhe thought about it, the more scared he became.

Reacting, she didn't care about anything, and immediately went to dig out her passport, and then rushed into the cloakroom to pack her things.

Ten minutes later, Xu Nianhe went downstairs with his suitcase, went to the garage and got into the car casually, and drove directly to the airport with a roar.

Hospital, outside the operating room, an hour later, the door of the operating room where Zhou Qichuan was still closed, the operating light on the door was still on, and there was no intention of extinguishing it, but the door of another operating room next to it was pushed open from the inside, and He Wu was pushed out from the inside.

His injuries were lighter than Zhou Qichuan's, and they were even traumatic, without hurting bones and internal organs.

At this time, Song Zhiyuan had calmed down.

She knew that there was no news in the operating room, which proved that Zhou Qichuan was still alive and still being rescued.

Seeing He Wu being pushed out, she immediately got up and went over.

Seeing He Wu lying on the hospital bed, although his face was pale, but his breathing was normal, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked the doctor about his condition.

"It's all trauma, it's not life-threatening, but the wound is relatively deep, so you still have to be very careful." The doctor said.

Song Zhiyuan nodded, and after thanking the doctor, he asked the doctor to push He Wu to the VIP ward.

"Ma'am." At this time, Zhuo Mu hurried over, with a frightened look on his face.

Seeing He Wu being pushed out of the operating room, his face looked a little better, and when he thought of Zhou Qichuan, he immediately rushed to Song Zhiyuan and asked, "Madam, where is the boss?"

"How are you doing?" Song Zhiyuan glanced at Zhuo Mu up and down and asked him.

"I'm asleep in the back, it's fine." Zhuo Mu replied, "Ah Hua and the two of them were only slightly injured in the front, so don't worry about it."

Hearing this, Song Zhiyuan nodded.

"Where's the boss, how's the boss?" Zhuo Mu asked eagerly.

"Still in the operating room." Song Zhiyuan said.

In the operating room, even if he was still alive, Zhuo Mu breathed a sigh of relief, but when he noticed that the white dress on Song Zhiyuan's body had been stained with blood, and there was no clean place left, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Madame, you—"

"I'm fine." Song Zhiyuan shook his head extremely calmly.

"Madam, I'm sorry, I'm useless." Zhuo Mu blamed himself so badly that he lowered his head.

Song Zhiyuan shook his head calmly and said, "Zhuo Mu, instead of blaming yourself, it's better to do more things for your boss."

"Don't worry, wife." Zhuo Mu raised his head, "It's the Qingfu Gang, our people have already been dispatched."

Song Zhiyuan nodded and asked, "Who is behind the scenes, do you have eyebrows?"

Zhou Qichuan Today, no, it was yesterday morning that he announced his identity as the bigwig behind the scenes in such a high-profile manner, which caused a frenzy of domestic public opinion, so Song Zhiyuan really didn't know who this person who was so ruthless and wanted Zhou Qichuan and her life. qδ

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