In the gradual rapid tossing and turning of breathing, Shi Sui's voice became more and more shrill.

She felt the temperature of her body being drained little by little, and she grabbed her phone tightly, "Who are you?"

The other party's accent was very strange, and she could hear that she was a foreigner, and she said in very broken English.

"I'm his girlfriend."

"Bang-"

The mobile phone fell to the ground with a bang, and God rained down an angry thunder with a face.

In the flickering of white light again and again, Shi Sui's arm hung down incomparably.

The phone was dropped so that the hands-free was accidentally turned on.

In the cold office, Shi Sui listened to the other party keep talking, "Hey, hey, hello, are you there?"

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know what the other party muttered, and the phone was hung up on the other end.

Shi Sui seemed to have her whole body strength drained, and she fell to the ground with a bang, and on the side of her weak soft arm was the blood-soaked blouse.

The other side.

The man dragged out his washed clothes, his resolute eyebrows and eyes like mountains and peaks, like layers of thick ice and snow.

He wiped his hair with one hand, and there was a bright red cut where the water beaded on his arm.

Because of the bathing just now, the edge of the opening was slightly white, and even turned out.

Walking to the small living room of the hotel suite, Jiang Yan saw the girl on the sofa at first glance.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a very hot red deep V skirt, she swayed in style, and even had two glasses of red wine in front of her.

Jiang Yan stretched out and took out a defensive state.

He spoke coldly, with a tough foreign accent, "Why are you here?"

"Of course I miss you."

The girl shook the wine glass in her hand and walked in front of Jiang Yan, she looked at Jiang Yan's arm, and her eyebrows danced.

"Oh my God, you don't know how much my heart hurt when my father told me you were hurt. Fortunately, you are a strong man, and this is only a small injury for you."

"I'm resting, please come back."

Don't open your eyebrows, Jiang Yan walked quickly to the sofa and sat down.

He opened the small bag in front of him with a big hand, which contained the medicine that Wang Quan had sent here in advance.

Just now, Jiang Yan had just broken through the ghost gate.

Business wars are not just wars in black and white, and the various interests and stakes in them are as unpredictable as the deep sea.

For the sake of profit, there is often blood in the circle.

Just now, on the way back to the company after Jiang Yan finished talking about business, he was almost killed.

Fortunately, Jiang Yan reacted quickly enough and his life was hard enough, he first fled back to his own company for a long time, and then came to this hotel under the cover of Wang Quan.

No, Jiang Yan has just cleaned himself.

"Jiang, think about it, you need my father's help very much, if you are with me, he will be willing to help you."

"I'm sorry, Miss Smith, I'm going to rest."

Jiang Yan seemed politely sorry, but in fact he refused everywhere.

Hearing this, Miss Smith had a hint of annoyance on her face, "You'll regret it."

The next second, she slammed the door and left.

Jiang Yan was soon left alone in the huge space, and as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, he poured the potion into his wound.

"Drip—"

There was a swiping sound at the door, Jiang Yan frowned, and his big hand subconsciously touched a certain position behind his waist.

In the next second, the door was opened, and the body of the person who came in subconsciously straightened.

"It's me, it's me!"

Han Fang was frightened into a cold sweat by the black metal round mouth on the door of his head, and he raised his hands, "My own people!"

Seeing Han Fang, Jiang Yan put down the firearm in his hand.

He looked at Han Fang coldly, "You're too late."

"Please, big brother, it's only been ten minutes since I received your news, and I've been stuck in traffic fast enough on a rainy day."

Seeing that Jiang Yan didn't say a word

Walking in the direction of the sofa, Han Fang was also used to it.

Quickly following up, Han Fang's eyes were fixed on Jiang Yan.

In the sight, Jiang Yan poured the mouth of the liquor bottle into the wound, although his face did not seem to have any waves, a layer of fine cold sweat had oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Han Fang pursed his lips and stepped forward to knock down the bottle in Jiang Yan's hand.

While putting his medical box on the table and opening it with his hands and feet, Han Fang said, "Fortunately, I came early, otherwise you would have died of pain before you were hacked to death by your opponent."

Take out the disinfection things and put them in front of Jiang Yan one by one, Han Fang said in a low voice.

"It might hurt a little, but bear with it a little."

"Your wound......

Xu felt that the person beside him was noisy, and Jiang Yan wrung his eyebrows, "Less nonsense."

Hearing this, Han shrunk his neck, "You."

Han Fang felt that it was still too much for him and Jiang Yan to tell this and that, and he watched the painful treatment process, Jiang Yan not only accepted the whole process, but didn't even say a word.

Han Fang pursed his lips, "Cow."

After packing up his box, Han Fang looked at Jiang Yan seriously, "Why was he suddenly assassinated, do you know who the other party is?"

"Wang Quan went to check."

Jiang Yan's tone was concise, his eyebrows stared straight at a certain point in front of him, and his tone was very low and determined, "But it can be concluded that it is not from my hometown."

With a long breath, Han Fang said with concern, "You and your father ......."

Before Han Fang finished speaking, Jiang Yan's cold eyes skimmed.

Seeing this, Han Fang shrank his neck, "What's going on between you and Mr. Jiang."

"Recently, I found out that he has an illegitimate child overseas, and he was picked up by him some time ago. Maybe he thinks my dog is disobedient and wants to change it."

It was raining heavily, and at this time, it was ticking on the windowsill, and there was an indescribable burning feeling.

After a while, Han Fang moved his gaze to Jiang Yan's injured arm again, "You have suffered a lot of injuries this time, are you going to tell your girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"If you don't say anything, she'll be worried."

"Yes, I'm only more worried."

Recalling that the leg was about to break, but sitting in the treatment room, stunned by the girl who didn't say a word, Han Fang sighed twice, "I think you should believe in your girlfriend's ability to resist pressure, she is not an ordinary little girl."

"Nope."

Jiang Yan's tone was soft for a moment in the long-term low coldness, "Wait until everything is over, and then tell her."

Knowing that Jiang Yan had his own considerations, Han Fang didn't say much, "It's okay."

Suddenly, Han Fang seemed to remember something, "Did you make an appointment with Mr. Smith tomorrow?"

"Well, in the underground parking lot."

"Mr. Smith is a notoriously slave daughter, and you made Miss Smith so sad just now, he won't let you go easily tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter."

"If only you had a good idea."

Seeing the tiredness between Jiang Yan's eyebrows, Han Fang didn't say much, got up and walked near the door.

He carried the medicine box and spoke slowly, "I'll accompany you tomorrow, in case you get hurt, I can help."