The driver of the rental car was a young man.

When I saw a beautiful woman crying and getting into the car, and reaching out to help a guy with a smile on her face, I was immediately filled with righteous indignation.

This bastard, how can he deserve to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

If it were me, I would be reluctant to let her shed a tear.

"Master, please hurry up, Villa Seven."

The guy looked at the few hundred-yuan bills scattered in the co-pilot, hurriedly put away the thoughts in his heart, and started the car.

"Go to the hospital, right?"

Mu Qingyu leaned on Zhuang Bi and asked in a low voice.

Zhuang Bi shook his head and said with a smile:

"Go home, I can handle it myself."

This gunshot wound was not very serious, because he avoided the vital point, at most it was a flesh wound.

Mu Qingyu still wanted to speak, but Zhuang Bi shook his head and motioned for her not to speak.

In case the driver finds out, maybe this kid will drive directly to the police station.

He is not afraid of anything, he is afraid of trouble.

Soon arrived at the community, the doorman stopped the taxi, but after seeing Mu Qingyu, he immediately let him go.

When he got home, Mu Qingyu helped Zhuang Bi and cautiously went up to the third floor.

"Do you have a medicine box at home?"

"Yes, if you need anything, I'll call someone to send it right away."

Zhuang Bi grinned:

"Alcohol, alcohol cotton, gauze, anti-inflammatories, by the way, prepare *** knife."

Mu Qingyu glanced at Zhuang Bi worriedly, and immediately turned around and went out.

After a short time, she prepared and delivered the things that Zhuang Bi needed.

Fortunately, she was terminally ill before, so she always had all kinds of medical supplies at home, and she prepared a little bit of everything in case of emergency.

"I'll stay and help you."

Mu Qingyu asked in a trembling voice.

She has a proud personality and is usually indifferent and domineering to people, but in fact, she is still a little woman in her bones, and her appearance is just a disguise.

After all, she needs to support the Mu family.

Zhuang Bi smiled playfully and shook his head:

"You're so pretty, I'll be distracted here."

Mu Qingyu couldn't help but glare at him:

"Still poor."

After saying that, she walked to the door, turned around and said softly:

"I'll just stay at the door, just call me if you need anything."

"Can you do anything?"

Mu Qingyu's face turned cold, and she slammed the door shut.

A crimson immediately appeared on her face, and she let out a long sigh of relief, and reached out to pat her chest gently.

This bastard, all injured and so cheap, is really a hooligan.

Forget it, for the sake of him being injured in order to save himself, I won't care about him about this.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was no movement in the room.

After a while, there was still no movement.

Mu Qingyu was a little flustered.

"Zhuang Bi, are you okay?"

"You talk, if you don't talk, I'll go in?"

There was still no movement in the room, and Mu Qingyu immediately pushed the door open.

As soon as she opened the door, she froze.

Then a wave of anger burned so much that she almost didn't explode.

Zhuang Bi was wearing only boxer shorts, with gauze wrapped around his left shoulder, lying on the bed in an extremely bewitching posture, looking at her with a smile.

"You're ......!"

Mu Qingyu stomped her foot hard, only to realize that she was still barefoot.

"Give you a minute to put on your clothes, or else, the old lady will dress you herself."

There was a thud, and the door was slammed shut.

Mu Qingyu pinched her watch and looked at the door, until a lazy voice came from the room:

"It's been three and a half minutes."

Mu Qingyu pushed the door open and went in again.

She glared at Zhuang Bi and noticed that there were a lot of blood-stained alcohol cotton and gauze on the bathroom floor, as well as a burning alcohol lamp.

On the black sink, a blood-stained bullet glistened.

Mu Qingyu's nose was sore, she walked over and picked up the bullet, looked at it for a moment, then turned on the faucet to rinse it and put it in her pocket, and then bent down to clean it up.

Five minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and found Zhuang Bizheng looking at her with deep eyes, and her heart suddenly jumped.

She immediately glared back a little domineeringly:

"See what?"

Zhuang Bi smiled:

"Xiao Yu'er, when you care about someone, you are actually quite gentle."

Mu Qingyu's face turned red, and she wanted to scold fiercely, but when the words came to her mouth, they turned into resentment:

"Do I want that? You can also see that if I don't do this, the Mu Group will immediately become a piece of fat in other people's mouths. ”

Zhuang Bi blurted out:

"Don't worry about me."

Mu Qingyu was stunned.

Her heart suddenly bumped into her heart like a deer, and she hurriedly said in a panic:

"I'll make you some soup, you ...... Get a good rest. ”

Walking to the door, she turned around again, her expression slightly fierce:

"Also, don't call me Xiao Yu'er anymore, call me Mr. Mu in the future, I'm your boss."

Without waiting for Zhuang Bi to answer, Mu Qingyu hurriedly closed the door.

Zhuang Bi laughed and shook his head.

He leaned lightly on the head of the bed and began to review what had happened today.

According to reason, it is impossible for the Zhao family to use the killer so blatantly, and the other party is clearly rushing to kill Mu Qingyu.

When the cooperation broke down, killed the only heir of the Mu family?

How much did Zhao Muyun get involved?

Wrong.

There must be a conspiracy behind this.

Out of professional habits, Zhuang Bi fully grasped a lot of information in the Western Capital before coming to the Western Capital, whether it was officialdom or shopping malls, he was clear.

Qin Weiran, these old things, dared to calculate Mu Qingyu behind Zhao Muyun's back, and the main messenger behind this was Zhao Zhendong, the second room of the Zhao family.

So......!

Zhuang Bi's eyes couldn't help but flash a sarcastic smile.

A wealthy family is really bloody.

Reaching out for his phone, he first entered a long string of numbers on the phone before dialing a number.

A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Boss, what do you command?"

Zhuang Bi's expression suddenly became more aggressive, and he said lightly:

"Go check on Zhao Zhendong, as well as the Zhao family, by the way, by the way, I will care about the Xidu Police Department."

"Yes."

After hanging up the call, Zhuang Bi dialed the police again.

"Hey, is it a demon spirit?"

A formulaic female voice came from the other end:

"Hello, how can I help you."

Zhuang Bi's sexy magnetic baritone is online again:

"Hello, my surname is Zhuang, my name is Zhuang Bi, Zhuang is Zhuang Bi's Zhuang, Bi is Zhuang Bi's Bi, you can call me Comrade Zhuang."

Policewoman ......!

Her first reaction was that this good-sounding bastard reported false police and teased herself.

There are simply not too many such people now.

But the next moment, the policewoman's hairs stood on end.

"I'm going to call the police, someone is going to kill me, and I'm the subject of today's shooting in a suburban market."

The Xidu Police Station has already received many calls from the police, saying that someone has been killed in the suburban market, and there is more than one, and some people even say that they have seen someone kill people with guns.

But when the police arrived at the scene, they found nothing.

Because it is an open-air market, there is a blind spot for monitoring, and when Zhuang Bi fights, he deliberately avoids the camera.

In the end, it was easy for the professional killer to take his companion away, and naturally he would not leave much evidence for the police.

Hundreds of people called the police, and dozens of people swore that they had seen the gun, which almost didn't make Xidu fall into the nest.

As a result, not a single hair was caught.

Now someone is calling the police and saying that he is the party, is this worth it?