......

Ban Heng returned to the beach with a gloomy face, looked back at the dim lights, and felt extremely hatred!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I felt that this matter could not be forgotten, and the man inside was probably Yan Wenchuan.

As long as there is sufficient evidence, we can still find a way to get Yingzola off the horse. Yingzo lost his power, what else is he worried about?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt enlightened, so I simply did it all the time and turned Chie Yoshizawa into his own woman.

He called his confidant beside him, whispered in his ear, and said seriously: "Do you understand?"

"Hi!"

The confidant soldier looked frightened and didn't understand why his commander wanted to do this. Isn't this self-destructing his future?

Ban Hengleng said: "You have been with me for five years. Are you afraid that I will harm you? As long as this matter is done, you may return to the glory of the past. Don't worry about whether you have any burden or not, do what I have arranged for yourself."

"Hi."

The soldier took the order and left. Ban Heng took a cold look at the villa and then left resentfully.

The night is already deep.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Yan Wenchuan woke up leisurely and felt unbearable pain all over his body. He felt like his body was hollowed out, and his whole body was hurt after moving.

This is caused by his overdrawing potential and excessive bleeding. He did not die because of Chie Yoshizawa's help.

A faint desk lamp was placed beside the bed. He opened his eyes and looked at it carefully. There was only one bed and a table in a dark room of more than ten square meters.

"Ahem—"

He was a little thirsty, his lips were cracked and he was severely dehydrated, but he couldn't even move a finger, so he could only purs his dry lips with his tongue.

He fainted again in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was already dawn.

Chie Yoshizawa served Kagesa to dress and eat. He stood in front of the door and saw the vehicle leaving. He suppressed his mood for a night before he could relax.

"close the door!"

"Hi."

Chie Yoshizawa came to the basement with a bucket of chicken soup, pushed open the door, and saw Yan Wenchuan lying on the bed, and didn't know what it felt like.

I came to the bed, put the chicken soup out, and said coldly: "Are you dead?"

Yan Wenchuan opened his eyes and said weakly: "I finally have a sigh of relief for you."

He bit his red lips and fed the chicken soup into his mouth with a spoon. He didn't know what he was doing, and Yingzuo had never taken care of him like this.

After a long drought, I couldn't wait to drink chicken soup. After a bucket of chicken soup, my face turned redder.
Chapter completed!