Chapter 489

Beard Jin stares at Lin Jiangxia.

"Xia Xia, do you know how high the criminal materials about Mr. Zhan sent to my desk?"

Her eyes, which had just cried red, seemed to squeeze out some tears.

"There are countless economic crimes, criminal crimes and civil violations." He shook his head and lowered his voice: "if all the criminal materials can be implemented, Mr. Zhan will only spend the rest of his life in prison."

These words almost plunged her into an endless abyss.

"Impossible..." she retorted, but her tone was not very confident.

"I didn't tell you before because... Those are just materials and can't form a complete chain of evidence." Beard Jin's vision fell on the infusion hose: "some crimes are extremely difficult to obtain evidence. I can't be so absolute when the evidence is not completely sufficient. "

"Maybe it's a false accusation!" Lin Jiangxia breathed heavily and said angrily, "if it's a fact, how can there be no evidence?"

The beard Jin locks eyebrows, pale cheeks reveal don't understand.

"At this time, Xia Xia, do you still choose to defend beiheng?" The tone was stiff and cold.

Is that maintenance? It's just seeking truth from facts.

Lin Jiangxia thought like that in his heart, but he didn't say it.

It seemed that seeing the pain revealed by Lin Jiangxia's eyebrows softened beard Jin's heart, and his tone was much softer: "if you make a false accusation, you will never prepare so many materials. Only one or two cases will be enough to make a false accusation successful. There are twenty or thirty cases involving those materials. Ordinary people make false accusations. There is no need for such trouble. "

"Maybe it's an unusual person?" She asked and retorted.

Beard Jin locks eyebrows, incredibly stares at Lin Jiangxia, and says, "Xia Xia."

She also knew that when she asked, she was probably a little aggressive.

But she just refused to believe that brother Zhan would commit so many unforgivable crimes as uncle said.

No way, no way!

She won't believe a word of uncle's words.

"Maybe that's why Zhan beiheng won't get the certificate with Xia Xia." Beard Jin sneered: "he has self-knowledge and committed those crimes. If something happens one day, at least from the legal level, it won't affect Xia Xia."

These words are almost the same as what housekeeper Ji said.

Perhaps this is the truth.

But even if it was true, she would never admit it.

"Uncle, stop talking." With a rough voice and a sharp fluctuation in her chest, she suddenly got up: "I... I'm sorry to make uncle like this. I... I will try my best to make up for... "

"How to make up for it?" Beard Jin asked.

This rhetorical question surprised Lin Jiangxia.

"Treatment cost... Later rehabilitation cost... And the cost of making and installing prosthetics..."

Before the words were finished, beard Jin had already showed impatience.

"It's true that people like Xia Xia and Zhan beiheng have been together for a long time. Is there only money left in their mind?"

The cold and slightly ironic smile raised by the corner of beard Jin's mouth only made her feel strange.

Once again, she deeply realized that the man lying in the hospital bed and losing his right hand was not the uncle Hu she was familiar with.

Perhaps because of the psychological changes brought about by physical disability.

Maybe uncle should receive psychological counseling.

"In addition to these, I really don't know how to compensate uncle." She bit her lower lip.

"I can propose a compensation plan." In the bottom of the beard Jin Mou flickered a light similar to cunning: "I don't know, Xia Xia, can you promise?"

Lin Jiangxia was nervous and knew that it was not a simple compensation, but so far, she had no way back: "uncle, just say it."

"I want you to leave Zhan beiheng and come to me and be my wife." Beard Jin pulled the corners of her mouth. In her opinion, the smile was almost ferocious: "use the second half of your life as a compensation for my loss of my right hand, Xia Xia, what do you think?"

The more he spoke, the colder her heart became.

"Sorry, uncle." She clenched Bei's teeth and said something from between her teeth: "I can't agree to this compensation plan."

"So don't say anything sorry." Beard Jin was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched without frequency: "since you can't make compensation, Xia Xia still put it away and don't say it again!"

Then he stared at the ceiling with cold eyes, as if he didn't want to say another word with her.

The atmosphere is inexplicably stiff.

Lin Jiangxia knows that he can't talk anymore.

"Uncle, take care of yourself. I'll go first." She closed her lips tightly and said plainly, "Xia Xia, I'll see you again in a few days."

Also ignore to ignore beard Jin to respond.

Having said that, she turned and left the ward quickly.

At the door of the ward, he quickly wiped the tears that had hung on the tip of his nose.

But in the door of the ward behind him, there was a sound of something smashed.

It was probably glass. She heard something like glass smashing.

Uncle Hu, who was a little rough and crazy in her heart but had an extremely mild character, was so grumpy at the moment.

She somehow became like this.

Standing outside the door, I tried to suppress my emotions. After a long time, I left quickly.

Hospital hall.

Zhan beiheng is waiting for her.

Standing beside him were several bodyguards who were burly and dressed in black suits, making him the focus of everyone's attention.

But he didn't care. In the vast crowd, his eyes were cold. He passed through the crowd that existed like air to him and accurately locked on Lin Jiangxia who came out with tears.

Immediately got up and stood in front of her.

Lin Jiangxia raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her with tearful eyes.

"Brother Zhan, how could it... Become like this..." he cried heavily and his voice was hoarse: "uncle, how could he..."

Zhan beiheng said nothing. In his Obsidian eyes, there was a trace of heartache. He just took her in his arms, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "let's go home."

"No." She shook her head and insisted, "I don't want to go home."

After talking, he escaped from his arms.

But his wrist was still tightly grasped between his fingers.

"Brother Zhan, at least tonight, I don't want to go home."

"Then I'll accompany you..."

"No!" Lin Jiangxia sipped his nose and looked away: "I want to be alone tonight."

That made Zhan beiheng look cold slowly.

Grasp the five fingers of her wrist and gradually loosen it.

Lin Jiangxia raised her eyes, stopped her sight on his cheek for a moment, and then turned away resolutely.