He stood there, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment, and there was only one sentence left in his ears——
Wen Xi died of terminal illness!
Wen Xi died of terminal illness!
Wen Xi died of terminal illness!
"Bang--"
Wu Jiang fell down, whether he was knocked down by a gangster or by himself. He was unconscious.
But before he fell into coma, he could still clearly hear the sound of his body hitting the floor...
And that sentence...
Wen Xi died of terminal illness.
His head fell heavily to the ground...
In the blurry vision, everything was covered with blood, and I couldn't tell who belonged to whom...
His hands dropped to the ground, Wu Jiang wanted to grab something, but couldn't.
*************************
"Sir, you have exerted too much physical energy and have many wounds on your body. In addition, you have suffered from many old illnesses. We recommend that you rest and undergo long-term treatment."
hospital, ward.
The black doctor said this while standing in front of his hospital bed, and then led a group of nurses away, leaving only infusion bags and medical instruments...
Outside the window, the plane flew across the sky, dragging down a long line of clouds.
Wu Jiang leaned on the bedside and watched the medicine in the infusion tube drip into his body drop by drop...
Dazed, he removed the tape and pulled out the infusion needle.
At the same second, he heard the ward door being pushed open.
Several bodyguards walked in from outside, lined up in front of the ward, and nodded respectfully to him, "Martial head."
"..."
Even these subordinates have come to the United States.
He turned his head and as expected saw Li Juefeng and Gu Xiaoai walking in side by side. Both of them were tired from work and had obviously come all the way.
He had known that he had met a master worthy of his loyalty and life.
The bodyguard pulled out two single sofas. Li Juefeng just gave him a cold look and sat on the sofa without saying a word.
"Why did you remove the needle? Call the doctor."
Gu Xiaoai walked to his ward and said with a frown.
There was worry and guilt on her face.
"Mr. Li, Mrs. Li."
After getting off the hospital bed, he bowed respectfully to Li Juefeng and Gu Xiaoai, "I can return to China today."
He thought that there was no need for him to stay in the United States anymore.
"Everyone get out!"
Li Juefeng sat there and suddenly spoke indifferently.
"Yes, Mr. Li."
All the bodyguards retreated, leaving only three people in the ward.
The ward was eerily quiet.
Compared to him and Li Juefeng, Gu Xiaoai seemed a little embarrassed. After pacing for a few steps, she said uneasily, "Wu Jiang, I'm sorry. I didn't know that things would develop like this. I didn't know that Amanda would... we
I set up such a situation just to give you hope..."
Bureau?
What game?
Ever since he showed signs of looking for Wenxi, the people and things he met were all arranged by Li Juefeng...
The purpose is to make him believe that Wen Xi is still alive.
Is that what you mean?
If so, Thaksin.
"That foreign girl said Wen Xi is dead." He slowly raised his eyes to look at Li Juefeng, then looked at Gu Xiaoai, and said in a deep voice, "She lied. I have no reason to trust an outsider."
He said what was in his heart.
But at this moment, Gu Xiaoai looked at him as if he was seeing a mentally ill person, and was extremely shocked, "Wu Jiang..."
Even Li Juefeng, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his eyes and looked at him with astonishment in his eyes.
It seemed that he had said something so unacceptable.
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." He stood there, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment, and there was only one sentence left in his ears -
Wen Xi died of terminal illness!
Wen Xi died of terminal illness!
Wen Xi died of terminal illness!
"Bang--"
Wu Jiang fell down, whether he was knocked down by a gangster or by himself. He was unconscious.
But before he fell into coma, he could still clearly hear the sound of his body hitting the floor...
And that sentence...
Wen Xi died of terminal illness.
His head fell heavily to the ground...
In the blurry vision, everything was covered with blood, and I couldn't tell who belonged to whom...
His hands dropped to the ground, Wu Jiang wanted to grab something, but couldn't.
*************************
"Sir, you have exerted too much physical energy and have many wounds on your body. In addition, you have suffered from many old illnesses. We recommend that you rest and undergo long-term treatment."
hospital, ward.
The black doctor said this while standing in front of his hospital bed, and then led a group of nurses away, leaving only infusion bags and medical instruments...
Outside the window, the plane flew across the sky, dragging down a long line of clouds.
Wu Jiang leaned on the bedside and watched the medicine in the infusion tube drip into his body drop by drop...
Dazed, he removed the tape and pulled out the infusion needle.
At the same second, he heard the ward door being pushed open.
Several bodyguards walked in from outside, lined up in front of the ward, and nodded respectfully to him, "Martial head."
"..."
Even these subordinates have come to the United States.
He turned his head and as expected saw Li Juefeng and Gu Xiaoai walking in side by side. Both of them were tired from work and had obviously come all the way.
He had known that he had met a master worthy of his loyalty and life.
The bodyguard pulled out two single sofas. Li Juefeng just gave him a cold look and sat on the sofa without saying a word.
"Why did you remove the needle? Call the doctor."
Gu Xiaoai walked to his ward and said with a frown.
There was worry and guilt on her face.
"Mr. Li, Mrs. Li."
After getting off the hospital bed, he bowed respectfully to Li Juefeng and Gu Xiaoai, "I can return to China today."
He thought that there was no need for him to stay in the United States anymore.
"Everyone get out!"
Li Juefeng sat there and suddenly spoke indifferently.
"Yes, Mr. Li."
All the bodyguards retreated, leaving only three people in the ward.
The ward was eerily quiet.
Compared to him and Li Juefeng, Gu Xiaoai seemed a little embarrassed. After pacing for a few steps, she said uneasily, "Wu Jiang, I'm sorry. I didn't know that things would develop like this. I didn't know that Amanda would... we
I set up such a situation just to give you hope..."
Bureau?
What game?
Ever since he showed signs of looking for Wenxi, the people and things he met were all arranged by Li Juefeng...
The purpose is to make him believe that Wen Xi is still alive.
Is that what you mean?
If so, Thaksin.
"That foreign girl said Wen Xi is dead." He slowly raised his eyes to look at Li Juefeng, then looked at Gu Xiaoai, and said in a deep voice, "She lied. I have no reason to trust an outsider."
He said what was in his heart.
But at this moment, Gu Xiaoai looked at him as if he was seeing a mentally ill person, and was extremely shocked, "Wu Jiang..."
Even Li Juefeng, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his eyes and looked at him with astonishment in his eyes.
It seemed that he had said something so unacceptable.
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.