After the beautiful and delicate girl knew the thing that he least wanted to mention.
The first words he said were, "Get up and let me see your right hand."
Her voice was already pleasant, but now it had a soft coaxing quality that made people feel warm to the core.
Qi Yanchen's eyes flashed with flatterment.
The reason is to care about him.
She wasn't afraid.
But his hands might still scare her.
Qi Yanchen subconsciously retracted his right hand, "It's okay."
Lin Zhiyang quickly grabbed his wrist and prevented him from retracting it.
His hands are inherently beautiful, with well-defined joints, white and slender fingers, and the fingertips are always trimmed clean and round.
At this moment, he was clenching his fists, and the blue veins on his arms were clearly visible, full of sexual tension.
If you feel carefully, you can still feel his right hand shaking uncontrollably.
Her soft hand held his wrist, and her other hand gently opened his fingers one by one.
The pale and fragile man wanted to resist, but when the girl's fingers touched his, he instantly lost his strength.
Soon, the long and ferocious wound across the palm of his hand was completely exposed in front of Lin Zhiyang's eyes.
The incision was deep and dripping with blood, which was shocking to the extreme.
Lin Zhiyang bit her red lips, her heart trembling.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, staring at him.
Does it hurt?
Zhizai asked him if it hurt.
She was not intimidated by him.
The tightly stretched string finally relaxed at this moment.
A glimmer of light flashed in Qi Yanchen's deep eyes, and he shook his head, "It won't hurt."
Lin Zhiyang's beautiful eyebrows furrowed and she refused to dwell on the problem, "Stand up."
Jiang Shiran's pupils were shrinking and her face was green and white.
Lin Zhiyang was not afraid at all!
Isn't she afraid that Qi Yanchen will go crazy and hurt her in the future?
Or is she just a delaying tactic?
The four words "You stand up" fell in Qi Yanchen's ears, as if they were coming from a very far away place.
He was a little afraid to confirm whether it was Lin Zhiyang who said it.
He still looked up at her, but the person in front of him was getting blurry and blurry for some reason, as if he was getting further and further away from him.
It didn't seem like she was leaving him.
is that so?
He's not sure.
"Kiss me and I'll... get up."
The sound came from his throat, but he didn't know whether he said it himself.
He just wanted to make sure that it was still there, really still there.
Lin Zhiyang lowered her eyes and looked at the man, and found that his deep black eyes were a bit blurry but his tone was very firm.
Looking at the pale color of his lips, Lin Zhiyang knelt down, held his face, and kissed the corner of his lips.
The softness left at the touch, Qi Yanchen stretched out his hand to embrace the beauty in front of him.
However, he was so groggy that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
The second he was unconscious in her arms, he seemed to hear the girl's firm and pleasant voice, "I will never leave you."
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After sending Qi Yanchen to the hospital, the doctor arranged for him to be hospitalized.
Coma caused by excessive blood loss.
After settling him, Lin Zhiyang went to the police station to take notes.
Jiang Shiran blackmailed her first, and she must be punished by law.
As for what she said about Xu Yuan still lying in the hospital and no one taking care of the child who was less than two years old, it was not within Lin Zhiyang's consideration.
If she remembers correctly, there is also an old lady Wang in the Jiang family.
It is impossible for Mrs. Wang to ignore her little grandson.
Jiang Shiran was sent to the police station by bodyguards.
Lin Zhiyang's driver and mobile phone were found.
There was a driving recorder on the car, which clearly recorded how those people hit the car and then took control of the driver.
I also found the text messages she sent to Qi Yanchen on Jiang Shiran’s mobile phone.
Jiang Shiran initially insisted that Qi Yanchen slashed her leg with a knife.
Lin Zhiyang then remembered that there was surveillance in the corridor of his home.
After calling up the surveillance video, we can see that Jiang Shiran had no wounds at all when she came out of the study.
And the blood on the ground belongs to Qi Yanchen.
During this surveillance, Lin Zhiyang saw another side of Qi Yanchen.
He can always speak in a calm voice, but when his emotions reach a certain point, he will hurt himself.
When he mentioned that she was hurt for no reason, his voice would become cold.
But he never hurt Jiang Shiran from beginning to end.
The surveillance camera behind could also see Jiang Shiran holding a knife, closing her eyes, and making a cut on her leg.
Lin Zhiyang frowned.
Jiang Shiran is really cruel to herself!
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Hospital.
When Qi Yanchen woke up, the faint smell of disinfectant entered his nose.
He opened his eyes and saw a white ceiling.
Memories come back in an instant.
Zhizhi learned many things.
She knew that he was sick, and she also knew that he was a dark and paranoid person.
Realizing this, the string in his mind suddenly became tense again.
He immediately called her name, "It's it."
However, no one responded to him.
There was still a dense pain in his palm. He sat up straight and saw an empty ward.
No one is here.
It's no longer there.
An extreme panic surged into his heart again.
Is she gone?
Was she scared away?
At this time, the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.
Qi Yanchen's deep eyes lit up slightly.
However, the person who came in was not Lin Zhiyang.
Wu Gang had been waiting outside, and when he heard noise coming from the ward, he opened the door and took a look.
Seeing Qi Yanchen awake, he said: "Boss, how do you feel now?"
Qi Yanchen's eyes were still looking at the door, hoping that Lin Zhiyang could come in from behind.
Yet still nothing.
The cold and pale man's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he asked Wu Gang, "Where is my wife?"
The man's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up, but it was easy to hear the urgency.
When he asked this question, his breathing stopped.
Wuhan Iron and Steel replied: "Going to the police station."
After hearing these words, Qi Yanchen slowly let go of his hanging heart.
"Bring my phone over here." Qi Yanchen's voice became much calmer.
He wanted to hear its voice, now, immediately.
WISCO blinked, "Boss, I don't know where your phone is."
The cool and beautiful man looked around on the hospital bed and the bedside table, but did not see his mobile phone.
I only saw white gauze tied around the palm of my right hand.
It must still be on the table in the study.
Qi Yanchen stretched out his left hand with a black Buddhist bead on it and said, "Lend me your mobile phone."
Wu Gang took out his mobile phone from his pocket and as soon as he handed it over, Qi Yanchen took it away eagerly.
Wuhan Iron and Steel has also followed Qi Yanchen for many years.
When the domestic security is good, he rarely appears, but when Qi Yanchen participates in major events, he will follow him in the dark.
When he was abroad, he appeared around him more often.
For so long, no matter what happened, he had never seen his boss look so anxious.
He is always calm and confident of victory.
So is there any urgency for him to find his wife?
Wuhan Steel looked calm on the face, but in his heart he was a little excited.
Qi Yanchen held Wuhan Iron and Steel's mobile phone in his knuckled hands and found that he still needed to unlock it.
His Qingjun frowned and glanced at Wuhan Steel.
Wuhan Iron and Steel hurriedly said: "The password is four eights."
After unlocking the phone, Qi Yanchen immediately clicked on the phone column with his long nails.
I dialed the number I knew by heart.
Putting the mobile phone to his ear, Qi Yanchen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot.
This way.
Lin Zhiyang was still telling the police the details of his encounter today.
The cell phone in my hand suddenly vibrated non-stop.
Lin Zhiyang took a look and saw a series of unfamiliar numbers.
Thinking of something, Lin Zhiyang told the police: "Sorry, I'll answer the phone first."
As soon as she stood up, she clicked the call.
It's so late, there's no way the salesman is still at work.
I thought I would hear Wuhan Iron and Steel Co., Ltd.'s voice, but what came over the phone was Qi Yanchen's low-magnetic and pleasant voice, "Zhizhi."
Hearing this voice, Lin Zhiyang's nose felt sore.
The scene of a tall, muscular man with a pale face and passed out in her arms came to mind.
That moment really scared her.
Lin Zhiyang's jade-white hand touched the tip of her nose, her voice a little choked, "I'm here."
