In the afternoon, I called Xu Yue and said that I would go to the provincial capital to look after Leng Xinjie.
After Xu Yue was silent, he agreed and sent me cold coffee.
Along the way, Leng Fei kept a tight face and didn't say anything. I knew that he didn't like me to take care of Leng Xinjie and didn't care about him.
When I got back to the hospital, it was almost dinner time.
I walked quickly to the ward.
"If you can't, just quit the U.S. market and focus on Asia." When I walked into the ward, Leng Xinjie was answering the phone, his sword eyebrows twisted into a straight line, his face covered with ice, and his voice was unspeakable anger.
I saw a notebook in front of him, obviously working.
Seeing him in such a state, I felt relieved.
Can start to work, emotional, which is better than mangmu negative decadent, most afraid that he will be in trouble after a setback.
"Hum." When I came closer, I only heard him sneer: "first, we need to transfer all new works to Asia. As for the copyright and IP of old works, we have contracts in hand. If they insist on going their own way, we can only resort to the law."
I don't know what was said there. Leng Xinjie was very angry when he heard: "if the lawsuit can't be won in one year, it will be two years. Two years won't do. Three years, I don't believe that this world will be unjust."
At this point, he hung up angrily.
I just saw that he was too angry. His fingers holding the mobile phone were shaking slightly. Finally, he couldn't control it and lifted the notebook in front of him. I've seen Leng Xinjie who is very strict with his work. I've seen him when he's serious, even when he's angry. But his anger at this time is unprecedented. There's a kind of frustration in his anger
The spirit of loneliness and bravery is desolate and solemn.
"Jacko, is the company in trouble?" I went over to help him pick up the computer and put it aside. I sat down in front of his bed and asked softly.
Until I made a sound, Leng Xinjie seemed to realize that I came in and looked up at me.
I looked at him and asked anxiously, "brother, are you ok?"
After he looked at me with his face held high for a while, he exhaled, suddenly took my hand, put it on his cheek, put it on the back of my hand with his face, closed his eyes slightly, and kept silent for a long time.
I was a little disturbed by his action. His breath was so heavy that I didn't dare to disturb him.
"Yiyi, I wish you had come. I thought you wouldn't come." After a while, he put down my hand and raised his head to smile at me.
"No, I promised to push you for a walk in the back garden." I saw that he was back to normal and replied with a smile.
At this time, two special nurses brought hot food.
"Brother Jie, eat quickly." I immediately opened the baffle at the head of his bed and offered him food.
"Yes, thank you." He leaned against the bed and his eyebrows were light.
I turned on the bedside lamp switch, arranged all the meals, sat down in the chair and looked at him.
I don't know why, there is always a melancholy cloud in his eyebrow. It's something I've never seen before. Before, he was graceful and unrestrained, but now it seems that such a melancholy cloud is not suitable for him.
"Eat it, brother. It's not good for your stomach if it's cold." I saw that he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, so I gently reminded him.
"Good." He raised his hand, picked up chopsticks and began to eat.
I was sitting next to pick up the phone Baidu search from prosthetics.
The room is quiet.
He is so young that he must have a prosthetic.
I've seen some people with broken legs walk the same way as ordinary people when they put on prosthetics. I think Leng Xinjie will do the same.
Looking at the prosthesis, Gedi, I suddenly think of a person, Wei Chengcheng.
That once wayward girl was also forced to break a leg, now what's the matter?
I still remember that when she was in the hospital, she was also looking for life and death. Later, after I left the capital, I heard that Wang qihan took her to the United States for treatment. Now she should be OK.
I think about the past, holding a mobile phone for a moment, dazed.
"Who?" All of a sudden, the cold coffee standing outside gave a sharp drink and quickly jumped in.
I was so surprised that when I looked up, my eyes widened.
On the balcony, a dark figure was squatting in front of the glass door, holding a gun in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at us. As for whether it was aimed at me or at Leng Xinjie, I couldn't tell for a moment. I just saw the muzzle of the black hole.
"Ah." I screamed in horror and forgot to hide.
At this time, Leng Fei took out a sharp knife from his body and quickly threw it at the man's arm.
Almost at the same time, the man pressed the trigger.
Bang, the gun rang, and the bullet flew towards us.
"Yiyi." Leng Xinjie almost at the same time of the gunshot, immediately rushed to me and hugged me.
The gun hit the bed screen next to Leng Xinjie, and smoke came up.
Obviously, this is because of the quick action of Leng Fei, which caused the man to miss the gun.
"Who?" Leng Fei snapped and chased the shadow. The shadow should have missed the gun and stopped unintentionally. One second before Leng Fei chased him, he jumped off the balcony and climbed down the drain pipe.
"Damn it." After Leng Fei ran after him, the pitcher flew two knives at the shadow, and we all heard the scream of the man.
"Young granny, are you ok?" Then Leng Fei ran in and looked at me.
I was so surprised that I lost color on my face. I broke away from Leng Xinjie and shook my head at him.
Leng Fei was relieved and went to the bedside to look at the gun hole. His face was expressionless and his eyes were like a knife.
I thought he would chase me, but he just stood by my side, watching me attentively.
I know that he just came in and saw that I was not injured. He worried that he would be attacked by unidentified people again and took measures to protect me.
"No, someone shot." At this time, after a short silence outside the ward, with the sound of gunfire and screams, the whole corridor began to boil up. Because of the unknown background, the people in the ward began to shout.
The disordered footsteps came running towards us quickly.
"What's the matter? Where did you shoot?" There's a security guard in the corridor asking.
"Here." She went out without expression.
"Jacko, are you ok?" I wake up and look at the place in the shooting. Chao Xinjie asks in surprise.
If this shot didn't miss just now, I'm sure Leng Xinjie must have fallen into a pool of blood.
Obviously, cold coffee saved him. According to the analysis of the shooting place and the knife direction, the gun is more likely to be aimed at him than at me. After all, I'm just sitting in front of the bed.