Strong? Forget it.

If it weren't for the big boss's tricks... Forget it, no matter what the method is, Wen Simiao didn't fail to see the sin that Shi Ran suffered at that time.

Even when I think about it now, it's still a headache.

However, Wen Simiao still rolled her eyes, "For a hundred days, you haven't recuperated for a fifth of the time."

Don't say that you are going to make money, just the way you are now, Qiu Ya must beat you up first when she sees you in Mingmei, and then pull you back to continue to be hospitalized without saying a word. ”

The reason why Shi Ran wanted to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible was nothing more than to make money, and Wen Simiao knew it.

"If you don't go to Mingmei, I'll go back... Stay at home for a while. ”

This family word, Shi Ran said a little difficult.

My parents are gone, my brother is in prison, and the so-called home is just an empty shell.

She's going back, though.

Wen Simiao's temples jumped, and before she could continue to speak, there were two knocks at the door.

Two female bodyguards in suits and leather shoes, "Miss Shi, the discharge procedures have been completed, we can go." ”

One went straight in to support Shi Ran, and the other took out a beautiful square gift box and stuffed it directly into Wen Simiao's hand, "This is a thank you gift from my young master to Dr. Wen."

My young master said, Doctor Wen doesn't have to be polite, this is not worth mentioning. ”

Wen Simiao looked confused at first, but quickly regained her composure, and with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she checked the things in the other party's hand, and understood for a while.

No wonder he could be discharged without the discharge permit he signed.

couldn't stop it, Shi Ran willingly followed them out of the ward. However, Wen Simiao stopped the bodyguard who stuffed her with a gift, her narrow eyes were lightly picked, and she deliberately approached the female bodyguard and stuffed the things back untouched, "I received your young master's wishes, but I can't accept this."

I'd like to live a few more years. ”

Wen Simiao stood by the window on the second floor, looking at the black luxury car parked downstairs, and the two female bodyguards helped the car when they were helping, and then the vehicle quickly disappeared from his field of vision.

He sighed, took out his mobile phone and called Sun Fuzhou, "Hey, Mr. Sun, something happened." ”

....

Italy, twelve o'clock sharp.

Bo Qingchen had just come out of a black boss's house, and within a few steps of the bar street, it was the most popular moment for night life.

The man took off his transparent gloves that were as thin as cicada wings and threw them into the trash can on the side of the road, and with a gesture, the brothers who followed behind him comprehended each other, and quickly dispersed into the large and small midnight fields, silently blending into the darkness.

And he himself, leaning against a public phone booth on the side of the road, with a cigarette in his mouth.

Behind the smoke ring was his handsome and unusually handsome face, but there was a clear and obvious blood mark on his cheek, which matched the violent bloodlust in his eyes.

The cold eyes of a person who can directly freeze to death, and the strong breath of the living who are not allowed to enter the body are wrapped all over his body, causing the woman who stepped forward to talk to him chose to retreat.

"Fifteen days."

Without her own ghost, that woman is doing well.

Bo Qingchen took a deep breath of cigarette to suppress the irritability in his body, and turned sideways into the public phone booth, "It's me." ”

"Boss." Sun Fuzhou just hung up Wen Simiao's phone, and was thinking about whether to contact the big boss by special means, his voice trembled a little.

Bo Qingchen frowned, crushed the cigarette butt, and said in a low and dangerous voice, "Something happened to her." ”