The translator told Wen Lan that this is the best private hospital for internal medicine in the country.

The hospital has gone through a hundred years of ups and downs, and it has brought together the country's top medical leaders, and the fees are staggeringly high.

Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, with such good medical resources, presumably Xie Yansheng's gunshot wound had healed, right?

The hospital serves rich people, and the privacy is naturally very good, Wen Lan doesn't have an entry card, so he can't enter at all.

The interpreter kept talking to the security guards at the door, but to little avail.

Wen Lan thought of Duan Wenzheng again, and as soon as she clicked on her phone, she heard a familiar and disgusting footsteps sounding behind her.

"Wen Lan—"

Jiang Jingci's almost cold voice came from behind her.

Her body trembled involuntarily and wanted to escape, but Jiang Jingci's people had cut off all her retreats.

The interpreter was very good at observing words and feelings, and when he saw that the battle was wrong, he hurriedly whispered to Wen Lan, "Miss Wen, I can't serve you anymore, please pay the salary for these two hours first."

Before Wen Lan could react, Jiang Jingci had already glanced at a subordinate, who took out a few dollar bills and stuffed them into the translator's hand.

The translator said thank you and ran away.

At this time, Wen Lan had nowhere to go in front of him, and there was no way to retreat, so he could only stay in place.

She didn't look at Jiang Jingci, but the hatred for Jiang Jingci in her heart was already boiling!

After Jiang Jingci gave birth prematurely, she used a dead baby to steal the beams and replace the pillars, how should the debt of their mother and daughter be separated?

Now Jiang Jingci doesn't know that she already knows her life experience, and she only has hatred and anger for her who has escaped from marriage, and the moment she sees her, her eyes are terrifyingly red.

The certificate was received, and the wedding invitation had already been released, but the day before the wedding, the bride was nowhere to be found!

He struggled to control his unspeakable anger, and his voice was dark, "Come home with me, obedient."

"I haven't seen Xie Yan yet, so I can't find a reason to go back with you." Wen Lan straightened his waist and said resolutely.

"You seem to have forgotten who you are, Mrs. Jiang." Jiang Jingci was so angry that he was about to crush his teeth, "I, Jiang Jingci, have never embarrassed others, and I will not force others. Now, I'm going to make an exception."

Wen Lan knows that she can't change the current disadvantage by herself, and if she wants to save herself, calling the police is the best choice!

As soon as she clicked on her phone, Jiang Jingci stepped forward to grab her phone.

She clutched her phone and stepped back, quickly staggering some distance from Jiang Jingci.

"Jiang Jingci, stop bullying me! I just want to make sure Xie Yansheng is still alive!" As she spoke, tears fell uncontrollably.

Jiang Jingci laughed at himself: "Wen Lan, I also beg you to stop bullying me, I just want to live a good life with you!"

"Then we'll each take a step back." Wen Lan's mind turned very quickly, "As long as I see Xie Yansheng, I will obediently go back with you."

"You don't have any bargaining rights with me right now." Jiang Jingci's eyes became more and more cold, "You left Jiangcheng without permission, making me lose face in front of all my relatives and friends, and it became a big joke. Wen Lan, I won't indulge you anymore."

"What do you want?" Wen Lan staggered away from him again.

Jiang Jingci's eyes were full of sadness and determination, "You are my wife, I will still give you the respect you deserve, I hope you can turn back and follow me back to Jiangcheng in time."

Wen Lan clicked on her phone again, and only then did she dial the first digit of the police call, and Jiang Jingci's two subordinates grabbed her two arms and pulled her up to a black off-road vehicle.

"Help!"

In desperation, Wen Lan shouted for help in Chinese in despair, one foot was lifted to the car, and both hands clutched the door to get out of the car.

Jiang Jingci's brows were furrowed deeply, he walked up to her, clasped her wrists hard, and his teeth rattled, "You forced me to do this!"

Wen Lan knew that as long as she got in the car, she would be taken to the airport, and when she returned to Jiangcheng, it was still unknown whether she would be able to go out.

She tore at them with all her might, her long hair tied behind her head scattered, and in a moment, her hair was scattered like a stunt

A hopeless and helpless beast.

Jiang Jingci's arm wrapped around her, and she bit it directly in her mouth.

In an instant, blood poured into her mouth, and Jiang Jingci didn't say a word, letting her bite.

When her mouth moved away from Jiang Jingci's arm, Jiang Jingci hissed sullenly, "Got rid of your hatred?"

"Jiang Jingci, if you have to bring me back to Jiangcheng, I will hate you for the rest of my life!" There were still a few drops of blood on the corners of her lips, and her hands were clasped on the door handles, and she couldn't get into the car.

"When I return to Jiangcheng, this account between me and you should be settled." Jiang Jingci covered his gurgling and bleeding arm, and there was unknown hatred and ruthlessness hidden in his eyes.

Wen Lan was pulled and pushed by several people, and soon lost his physical strength and was stuffed into the back seat.

The car door was about to close when there was a loud and hurried footsteps.

Then the National Police shouted, "Stop! Your rude behavior towards this lady has violated the laws of the country!"

Jiang Jingci hurriedly stepped forward to negotiate in not very proficient English.

Wen Lan took advantage of Jiang Jingci's subordinates' stunned efforts to run down from the car.

Although he didn't understand the conversation between the national police and Jiang Jingci too well, when he saw Duan Wenzheng who came with the police, the stone in Wen Lan's heart slowly fell to the ground.

"I'm still late." Duan Wenzheng quickly looked at her and said in a deep voice, "Follow me, I know which ward Yan Sheng lives in."

"Good!" As soon as Wen Lan's words fell, tears fell.

"Duan Wenzheng, Wen Lan has long been my Jiang Jingci's legal wife, and you have no right to meddle in the private affairs between me and her!" Jiang Jingci avoided the three national policemen who surrounded him, walked towards Duan Wenzheng, and scolded sharply, "Today is my wedding with her, and I just came to the country to bring her back to Jiangcheng and let her fulfill the obligations of a wife!"

"What about legal wives? Wen Lan is first and foremost an independent person, with his own independent joys, sorrows, and sorrows. Jiang Jingci, you should know very well what dirty means you relied on to get this marriage! If you can't give her the respect she deserves, don't get married!"

Duan Wenzheng said with a cold face.

"Duan Wenzheng, do you really want to take care of this idle matter?" Jiang Jingci bit his lip, and his gaze fell from Duan Wenzheng to Wen Lan.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Lan's spine began to chill.

"I'll take care of the banquet and Wen Lan." Duan Wenzheng laughed disappreciantly, "Jiang Jingci, if you want to take Wen Lan away, put me down first."

Jiang Jingci gritted his teeth and fell silent.

Duan Wenzheng has quite a lot of means, he is the third generation of Shangjing Zhengmiaohong, and now he is rising in the circle, and his status and connections cannot be compared with money.

If he tears his face with Duan Wenzheng on this, it is equivalent to being an enemy of Duan Wenzheng's circle, and his industry in Shangjing is very likely to be lost!

He can still figure it out!

In the brief silence, the dark tide surged.

Duan Wenzheng took out a gray access card from his arms, and as soon as he lit up the scanner at the entrance of the hospital, the door of the hospital opened.

Wen Lan followed closely behind Duan Wenzheng and walked into the hospital without hesitation.