I had long expected that Wenjiu, who looked like this, would smile even more happily, and there was a rare pleasure and laziness in my eyes. If someone from the mysterious organization of the Great Qi Kingdom saw such Wenjiu, he would definitely have escaped as far as he could. He would run slowly and be disabled and have little trouble. Is it a big deal to report to the underworld?

Five minutes later, Wen Jiu smiled and looked up at the dozens of "bats" that were falling at the same time. The evil spirit in his heart finally ejaculated enough. He spoke in a good mood: "Go, take Zhao You to find a doctor, treat it well, especially his brain!"

After saying that, he ignored the bodyguards who were trembling all over, looked at the corner of the elevator with a faint look and said: "Your family matters are too troublesome. I will start school tomorrow and I don't have time~"

Looking at the door that was slamming, Qi Bo then stared at his eyes and swallowed. His shirt was already wet, his fist tightly held was covered in sweat, his eyes trembled, and he shouted in his heart: Mom, it's so terrible...

He was obviously clamoring to escape from here, but when he thought that his father was in a coma and could not find any reason, his legs were like lead, and he could not pull them out at all.

After the men in black trembled and "picked away" the man and his broken hands, Qi Bo then suppressed his fear and looked at the door of the room with blood, as if it was like a terrifying beast's mouth, waiting to be fed.

Qi Bo pulled his fist, but finally knocked on the door with his eyes closed and his eyes dull, shaking his lips and said, "Ms. Wen, Miss Wen, I beg you to save my father, Miss Wen..."

"No help!" Wen Jiu's eyes didn't blink, and calmly took off the slippers under her feet in the trash can, and went to the bathroom barefoot. The place she had just touched was still faintly hot, as if her whole body was stained, which was unbearable.

The cold and ruthless words came from the room. Qi Bo pressed the doorbell and paused. The man who had been playing tricks for half his life was like a rooster who was poured cold water on his head. He hung down his head, which he had been lifted high on his usual days, and his shoulders collapsed. His legs seemed to have lost consciousness. Apart from shaking slightly, he refused to move a step away...

Italy

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had not slept all night, was dressed in a formal outfit, with light brown ears meticulously combed behind his head. The stars embedded in his eyes were covered by curled eyelashes. His lips of moderate thickness were pursed into a straight line. His strong back was gently leaned on the chair, his legs overlapped, one hand was placed on his uniform thigh, and the other hand was gently placed on the long pear wooden table in front. His index finger was bent and gently tapped on the wooden table.

In the parliament hall that is enough to accommodate half a football field, no one dares to make any noise, let alone the row of kneeling in front of the man, there are old and young people, and I hope that my breathing will be lighter and lighter.

The sound of men tapping on the wooden table seemed to be hitting their hearts, for fear that the men would suddenly open their hands and pinch their endangered hearts.

"What benefits did Sima Yan give you? Hum? Kemora?" The gently tapped finger paused for a moment, and as soon as he finished speaking, his fingers continued to move again. It seemed that there was no need for any answer.

In fact, the two young men who were kneeling heard this sound like murmuring, and their bodies were like they had suddenly come alive after kneeling all night. They twisted their bodies to stand up regardless of the person behind them, their eyes widened were filled with fear and eagerness.

But in the end, there was only a hoarse sound of "ho, ho......". When I looked at it carefully, the three of them had already had empty mouths and had nothing to do, because the blood that had just struggled drifted down from the corners of their mouths weakly.

At this time, Bai Han held the computer that never left his hands and pushed open the meeting door, glanced at the three people who were kneeling and struggling on the ground, and walked straight to Xuanyuan Jimo.

"Boss, Zhao Jiu went to the floor where Miss Wen was early this morning. At 14:00, Miss Wen opened the door. Later, Zhao You forced her to grab Miss Wen's wrist and was cut off her right hand. She has been sent to the provincial hospital by Zhao You's accompanying bodyguard and is in a coma at this time."

"Zhao You?" Xuanyuan Jimo, who suddenly opened his eyes, repeated softly.

"Prepare the plane and return to China. In addition, contacting Calabria, he said that the Kmora family was not very obedient, so I would give him a month to take over here. As for this... Camorra family, let's destroy it..."

Bai Han: "Yes!"

The brief dialogue between the two directly determines the sphere of influence of the four major Italian mafia parties in the future. Oh no, from today on, there will only be three mafia left here.

Here, I had been soaking warm wine in the bathtub for nearly an hour, rubbed my head and put on the brand new cotton mop that Wen Nuo had prepared. I squinted my eyes and asked lazily to my wealthy family: "Mr. Qi, do you have ADHD?"

"No...no!" Qi Bo, who was sitting on the sand, hurriedly waved his hands, looking at his shaking hands and legs without tears. He didn't want to shake, he...is he really scared!

As if seeing through Qi Bo's psychology, Wen Jiu naturally handed the bottle to Wangzai over and said, "Mr. Qi just said that he was willing to use ten million to wake up your father, right?"

Qi Bo nodded quickly: "Yeah yeah yeah..."

"Driving here?"

"Open, open!"

"Then let's go now, hurry up, I'll come back for dinner!" Wen Jiu glanced at Qi Bo on the sand lightly, and stood up first and walked out.

Seeing Wenjiu standing there, Qi Bo hurriedly stood up, but he didn't know that his legs became weak and his squeaked without rushing.

Qi Bo, who was red on his face, gritted his teeth and stood up, and intermittently said to Wenjiu walking in front with a nervous mood: "Wen, if Miss Wen doesn't dislike it...that...I'll invite Miss Wen to have a meal outside......"

"Yes!" Wen Jiu nodded and sat in the car. He began to close his eyes and rest.

Fortunately, although Qi Bo couldn't control his shaking, the car was still driving steadily and fast. Qi Bo, who was carefully controlling himself not to shake, escorted Wen Jiu to his VIP ward, for fear that this person would be in a bad mood and cut off her legs that were still shaking when she disliked......

Wen Jiu looked at Qi Haoran in a coma, and was a little surprised that he had misunderstood. This person should have done a few good things. He will have good fortune in this life. He will be rich and grandchildren in his life. However, this fate is being "borrowed" away...

Wenjiu, who was walking towards Qi Haoran, seemed to ask inadvertently: "Is your father a twin?"

"Hmm? Ah... Yes, how did Miss Wen know?" Qi Bo, who was holding his fist, looked at Wen Jiu nervously, and his concern for me in his eyes was true.

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School is starting, I wish you success in your new year
Chapter completed!