Chapter 779

Her bare fingers were cold in the wind, so she rubbed them, got up and went back to the room.

The real three-point and one-line life is more regular than before.

……

Ji Yunan went directly to the hospital after leaving the villa.

Kevin is waiting for him downstairs at the hospital. Seeing his car coming into the gate, he quickly steps up and opens the door.

He looked at the man in the driver's cab, with a heavy face of grief and silence for a few seconds: "Ji Shao, I've been gone for half an hour. I can't hold it any longer."

The noble and indifferent man got out of the car. Without sweeping his eyes, he went straight up the steps of the hospital, "did you inform his family?"

"It's already arrived, but the family members are very excited. It's less season. Why don't you stay away for a while?"

Ji Yunan stopped, turned his head and gave him a light glance.

No cold, but for no reason to see Kevin heart cold, bowed: "sorry, I have not considered."

Not to mention that now is the critical moment to buy people's hearts. In normal times, Ji Shao has always held a funeral for his servant who has sold his life for him, and he has never tried to fake other people's hands.

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Not long after his death, the body was still in the ward and was not transferred to the morgue.

As soon as the elevator door opened, there was a burst of crying from a woman.

Ji Yunan didn't go out immediately. Instead, he stood in the elevator for a while and then walked past. As soon as he came into everyone's view, the fat woman who was crying in a mess rushed towards him.

In a short period of time, Ji Yunan has looked at her dress from top to bottom. She doesn't hide a gun, nor does she have any dangerous action. She is just an ordinary woman who is sad because of her husband's death.

Standing on the side of Ji Yunan's body, Kevin is almost reflexive, just in front of him to stop the woman's attack.

It's not a long distance. In the blink of an eye, the woman is close at hand.

Ji Yunan raises his hand to push away Kevin. The woman looks for an opportunity and swings her fist to stab him on the chest like crazy. Although she has not been trained seriously, her two arms, which are thicker than ordinary women's thighs, hit him with all her strength. It's still sour and refreshing.

In particular, the more women hit the more energetic, a completely non-stop rhythm.

Kevin stood by listening to the continuous sound of "Dong Dong" and felt terrible for Ji Yunan.

Although the dead man was respected by his family, he could not help asking: is it too cold to buy an electric oven in winter to marry such a fat woman?

Ji Yunan does not speak, a group of bodyguards can only look at, dare not come forward.

When the woman finally had enough fighting, panting, and the hand was not working hard, the man stepped back and bowed deeply to the woman with tears and messy hair.

This is the floor of the VIP ward of the hospital. There are no less than 30 people in black suits standing in the corridor.

Ji Yunan bowed, and everyone bowed in order. The spectacular scene made women dare not move, and there was no shrewdness just now.

For a full minute, Ji Yunan straightened up.

He was black, solemn, aloof and unattainable. The part of his shirt chest was a little wrinkled by women, but it did not affect his outstanding momentum.

"I'm sorry," the man said, his voice was low and hoarse, which instantly suppressed the woman's uncontrollable emotions. "Your husband died for me. From now on, I will take care of his parents and children until they die. As long as you don't remarry, Ji will also bear all your living expenses."

What he said was loud and clear, not only for the families of the dead, but also for all the people in the corridor, and even more for those who swayed in the dark.

Ji Yunan raised his eyes. His sight swept through the exit, and he just saw a gray black cloth.

Eyes heavily a MI, see to the body side of Kevin.

Kevin also saw it and nodded his head.

……

Ji Yunan, accompanied by Kevin, enters the ward.

On the bed, the corpse was covered by a white cloth. He went over, lifted the white cloth and held the other party's cold palm.

This person has no impression in his memory, but he has no perfunctory meaning on his face, "sorry, I'm late, but you can rest assured that from now on, the people you care about are also the people I care about, and I will guarantee them food and clothing until they die."

Kevin looks at the man's solemn face, and his heart is agitated. People like them are not afraid of death. What they are afraid of is that their wife and children have nothing to entrust after death. No wonder there are so many people willing to work hard for him.