The next second, Li Juefeng stood up from the sofa, pulled Gu Xiaoai behind him, stood upright in front of him, and looked at him coldly, "Wu Jiang, by now, you should know what is true.
, what is fake."
"Wen Xi is not dead."
he blurted out.
Li Juefeng was silent, looked at him coldly for a few seconds, and then forced out a few words from his lips, "Go and check your brain! Immediately! Immediately!"
Then, he was kicked out of the ward by Li Juefeng.
Wu Jiang knew that he had become a madman in Li Juefeng's eyes.
He did not resist and allowed his bodyguards to watch him take brain films, do MRIs, and talk to psychotherapists...
These took a long time.
A full day.
When he returned to the ward, Li Juefeng was the only one standing in front of his ward.
It was already dark outside the window.
"Bang--"
Li Juefeng kicked the bed, his whole body filled with anxiety and rage, which made people shudder.
"Mr. Li."
Wearing a hospital gown, he walked to stand behind Li Juefeng and said respectfully, "I can return to China."
"Pah——"
Li Juefeng turned around suddenly and slammed a stack of paper into his face.
The pain of the paper scraping my face was like being slapped.
He still stood motionless, looking at the papers scattered on the ground page by page, which were his latest physical examination reports.
Whether it was good or bad, he didn't pay close attention to it.
"Wen Xi is dead, you must accept this fact!" Li Juefeng shouted coldly at him, full of anger, "Wu Jiang! Don't you fucking resist the truth for me!"
Come again.
Resisting the truth? He didn't.
Facts? What are facts? What counts as facts?
"Then where did she die? Why did she die? What did she say before she died? Who was around her when she died? Did it hurt?" For the first time, in front of Li Juefeng, he calmly asked.
Li Juefeng looked at him in shock, raised his foot and kicked his knee.
He was kicked so hard that he fell to the ground, and the wounds were painful.
"How dare you fucking doubt me? I, Li Juefeng, speak the truth!" Li Juefeng glared at him condescendingly.
"Then why did you make me think Wenxi was alive before?" He found that he was unusually calm this time, and he could analyze the truth or falsehood of every sentence, "Mr. Li, I never thought about being sad for Wenxi.
, so you don’t have to go to any lengths to set up a trap to deceive me.”
Hearing this, Li Juefeng kicked over a chair even more irritably, paced for a few steps and then walked out.
He slowly stood up from the ground.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Juefeng standing at the door, turned around and yelled at him, "Would you like me to send someone to dig her grave for you to check?!"
After saying that, the door to the ward was slammed shut.
He heard Gu Xiaoai's worried voice outside, "What should I do? Will something happen to Wu Jiang like this?"
He was the only one left in the room.
My heart trembled to the point of trembling.
Dig her grave...dig her grave...
He inserted his fingers into his short hair and slowly knelt down on the ground weakly. He could clearly hear his irregular heartbeat.
no.
Not true.
There is no death, no terminal illness, Wen Xi will not die...
She ran away with Wenchi and came to the United States to run the mafia. She also gave birth to a child, and the child was only two years old... This is the fact, this is the whole fact...
She is not dead, she is still young, she is only in her twenties, how could she die...