The news of Commander Qi's arrest caused a sensation in the capital overnight, and all the rich and powerful were shocked.
Commander Qi, the godfather of the underworld at home and abroad, with 30,000 sergeants under his command, and a headache for countless leaders of big and small countries, was actually killed like this, died in the capital. How is this possible?
However, when the facts were before their eyes, they had no choice but to believe them.
The Zhao family immediately retreated from Lin Shiya's captors and made no other moves.
The other powerful families that were ready to make a move have also become low-key and no longer dare to disrupt the situation secretly.
A few days ago, Wang Fan brought Lin Shiya back to Beijing with a high profile, and was hunted down by Commander Qi. Now, in just two days, Commander Qi has been killed. Only a fool would believe this matter if it had nothing to do with Wang Fan.
Wang Fan's name once again caused a stir in the capital, and his popularity was unprecedented.
Beijing, a wealthy private hospital.
Wang Fan was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the bright sunshine streaming in through the window, and just felt that it was good to be alive.
He has faced death countless times and survived countless desperate situations, but none of them touched him more than last night.
Wang Fan had always been prepared to die when performing missions in the past, so even if he survived, he didn't feel much emotion.
But last night, he was determined to fight his way out, but in the end he failed to fight his way out.
That feeling is really uncomfortable.
Crunch.
The ward door opened, and a tall, sexy and pretty nurse walked in.
He is about 1.7 meters tall, has a slender figure, a delicate face, and a sweet smile on his pretty face.
Coupled with the nurse's uniform and cap, her appearance was like a beautiful scenery, which once again made Wang Fan sigh at the beauty of life.
"It's time to get the injection." The nurse took out the syringe she had prepared in advance, said sweetly, and walked up to Wang Fan.
Wang Fan shivered and quickly hugged the nurse, "No, I don't want the injection, I'm afraid of the pain. Sister nurse, I'm really afraid of the pain. I'm still dizzy. Can you please stop the injection? Can you please stop the injection?"
Wang Fan hugged the pretty nurse and screamed exaggeratedly. He rubbed his hands and head on her body, taking advantage of her.
The nurse sister was a little blushed by Wang Fan. She has grown up and has never seen a grown man who is so afraid of injections.
With a good service attitude, she patiently comforted her, "Be good, don't make trouble, it won't hurt, it'll be fine in a moment."
"It won't work even once. I'm dizzy from needles and blood. I'm afraid, I'm really afraid." Wang Fan shook his head desperately, rubbing hard against the bulge on his chest, and his hands involuntarily slid down to the lower part of his waist.
"Don't be like this, don't be like this." The nurse's cheeks turned red because of Wang Fan's treatment. She couldn't figure out whether Wang Fan was really afraid of injections or if he was deliberately taking advantage of her.
"Don't be like this? Why don't you do that?" Wang Fan pretended to be dumbfounded, but his big hands were very dishonest.
The nurse sister was almost crying.
Looking at Wang Fan, he didn't feel like hitting or scolding him.
Crunch.
The ward door was pushed open again, and Mo Wenwen walked in.
"I said, Mr. Wang, why don't you die? It's already like this, but you still haven't forgotten to tease the nurse sister?"
Mo Wenrou was furious when she saw Wang Fan holding the nurse sister and eating tofu.
After she finished speaking, she looked at the nurse sister again, "According to me, since he is afraid of injections, you should not give her injections. Just rub salt on his wounds, that will heal faster."
"Sprinkle salt?" Wang Fan was so angry that he quickly let go of the nurse sister and looked at Mo Wenrou in displeasure, "Sister Wenwen, I said your name is Wenwen, why are you so cruel?"
"As the saying goes, a couple's favor lasts one night and a hundred days' favor. Although we don't have one night's favor, we can at least share the same bed and sleep together under the quilt for more than ten minutes. If we don't have a hundred days' favor, at least we can still have ten days' favor, right?"
"Now that I'm like this, you don't want to comfort me, but you still want to rub salt into my wounds. Do you still have a conscience?"
Sharing the same bed, sharing the quilt, ten minutes?
Mo Wenrou's face suddenly turned red. She remembered the scene that night when Wang Fan appeared in her room as a romantic young man and hid under her quilt.
"You bastard, if you don't open the pot, you can lift it. I'll beat you to death if I don't." Mo Wenwen felt ashamed and angry, and ran to Wang Fan's side, pounding him with both fists like raindrops.
"Ouch, it hurts. Princess, please forgive me." Wang Fan groaned in pain and quickly hugged Mo Wenrou, "My lord, I was wrong. I don't dare to do it anymore. Please spare the little one."
He yelled while holding Mo Wenrou while eating tofu.
Today, Mo Wenwen was wearing an orange windbreaker, a knitted round-neck sweater, a black mini skirt and leggings.
Dress simply and plainly, just like an ordinary fashionable beauty.
Wang Fan hugged Mo Wenrou, his head pressed against her lower abdomen, making her unable to exert any strength, and his hands were directly grasped under the waist and raised up, making her very sultry.
Mo Wenwen's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and she felt waves of weakness all over her body.
This guy's shamelessness once again refreshed her bottom line.
It used to be okay, at least he behaved well in front of her, but recently, he doesn't take her seriously at all.
Mo Wenrou wanted to get angry, but Wang Fan made her body go limp, strange and powerless, which made her feel awkward for a moment.
The nurse sister looked at this scene and hurriedly retreated, but she was filled with shame and anger.
This big gangster is really bad and he is really taking advantage of himself.
"My lord, thank you very much for saving my life. I have nothing to repay, so why don't you pledge yourself to me?" Wang Fan was still saying there.
Mo Wenrou finally came back to her senses, confusion flashed in her eyes, "Princess? What princess? What kind of life-saving grace? What are you talking about?"
"Ah?" Wang Fan was stunned for a moment, then let go of Mo Wenwen and looked into her eyes carefully, "My lord, please stop pretending. Do you want to learn from me and do good deeds without leaving a name?"
"I'm so full that I can imitate you. I really don't know what a princess is or not. Isn't your brain damaged? Do you want me to call a doctor to take a look at you? How old is this?
Now, return it to the princess."
Mo Wenrou said angrily, with inexplicable worry in her eyes.
Wang Fan looked at Mo Wenwen's expression, which didn't seem to be fake, and couldn't help but feel even more strange, "Didn't you send me to the hospital? Didn't you save me? By the way, where is Murong Yu'er?"
"She has already gone to school with Lin Shiya and said she would come to see you later." Mo Wenwen said, "I sent you to the hospital, but you called me."
"You said you were injured and resting in a hotel, so I rushed over. When I went over, you and Murong Yu'er were already unconscious, so I sent you to the hospital."
Mo Wenrou said.
Wang Fan has a bad headache.
Who is this princess? She saved her without leaving her name, and she seems to have no intention. Is there really a living Lei Feng like myself in the world?
Wang Fan couldn't think clearly, so he stopped thinking about it. He believed that what was supposed to come would always come, and the mysterious princess would show up sooner or later.
He waved his hand and got up from the bed, "Forget it, it doesn't matter so much, I want to be discharged from the hospital, and there are still a lot of things that I haven't done yet."