Chapter 1927

Lu Yeming was seriously injured. The bullet ran through his chest and rubbed against his heart. As long as he deviated a little more, he would die and live.

The military doctor came, but this is the base of the garrison, and the medical conditions are not good.

The point is that the anesthetic has been used up.

Lu Yeming sat on the chair. His black shirt had been wet with blood. A layer of cold sweat came out on his forehead. The sweat fell down his delicate and handsome outline. His tight thin lips looked black because they were white.

"President Lu, there is no anesthetic. What should I do?" The doctor looked at Lu Yeming with fear.

Lu Yeming stretched out his hand and tore open the button of his shirt, revealing a large fine, rich and precious man's chest, "direct operation."

"Yes... Yes."

The doctor burned the sharp knife red, and then bit by bit stabbed Lu Yeming's chest to gouge out the bullet.

The Vatican on one side looked with red eyes. He took the cloth and handed it to him, "Lord, bite this."

Few people can bear the pain of gouging out the flesh.

Lu Yeming's deep Phoenix eyes were full of scarlet blood. He had no expression and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Doctors are trembling. They have been in medicine for so many years. They have never seen a man with such a hard bone. They are not afraid of pain at all.

This kind of man's nature is thin and cool, cold and loving, good at forbearance, cruel to others and even more cruel to himself, which is very dangerous.

Lu Yeming didn't bite. His bangs were wet with sweat, covering his handsome eyebrows and eyes. He looked up, his blood red eyes looked at the Vatican, and then slowly looked back to the door, "where's she?"

Where's Jun Xiqing?

Fanmen used to like Jun Xiqing very much, but now she hates her. This woman's heart is cold.

"Lord, Miss Jun is outside. She... She won't come in..."

The LORD was so badly hurt that Jun Xiqing wouldn't even come in and have a look.

Lu Yeming hooked his thin lips and laughed at himself. He murmured hoarsely, "she didn't leave."

Lu Yeming closes his eyes.

The Vatican's face changed greatly, "Lord! Lord!"

"President Lu is in a coma, but the bullet was successfully taken out." The doctor was greatly relieved.

……

Lu Yeming lay on the bed. The Vatican covered him with a quilt and went out.

"Where's Miss Jun?" Van Mun asked one of his men.

Under my hand, "Miss Jun is having breakfast next door."

what?

The Vatican angrily wanted to hit people, "the Lord is in a coma. She is all thinking about her. She won't see the Lord at all. She even eats breakfast there. I'll find her!"

Jun Xiqing ate a bowl of light millet porridge. At this time, the Vatican pushed the door and entered.

"Miss Jun, have you finished eating? Please go and have a look at the Lord. The Lord asked you just now."

Jun Xiqing put down the bowl and got up, "OK, let's go."

Brahman was stunned. Is she so talkative?

……

Lu Yeming opened his eyes. After a few seconds, he recovered Qingming in his deep Phoenix eyes.

After a movement, the pain of tearing from the wound was clearly transmitted, and he sat up.

At this time, a smart voice sounded in my ear, "are you awake?"

Lu Yeming raised his eyes. Jun Xiqing came over and stopped by his bed.

Her clear spiritual eyes fell on his pale handsome face, condescending with indifference.

Lu Yeming reached out and took her soft boneless little hand, wrapped her little hand in his palm, "I thought you wouldn't come to see me."

Jun Xiqing quietly held it for him, "I came to see you because I want to tell you something."

Lu Yeming raised his eyelids and looked at her.

Jun Xiqing raised her red lips, "about your son."

Lu Yeming's Phoenix eyes were full of shadows, like an eagle dormant in the night sky, sharp and cold, "I don't want to hear."

"Mu Yanyan is right. She didn't push me down the stairs. I fell down myself. I killed your son with my own hands!"

The voice fell, and the green tendons on Lu Yeming's forehead suddenly jumped, which made his pale handsome face a little cold, "Qingqing, I said, I don't want to hear, huh?"

Jun Xiqing gently took back his little hand, "Lu Yeming, I said earlier, don't let me get pregnant. Even if I'm pregnant, I'll kill myself."

"What are you in my eyes? A strong explosive who ruined my innocence and a murderer who killed my brother twice. You thought I loved you. I was tired of saying I didn't love you. How could I have a son for you?"

Lu Yeming got out of bed. He was naked, his chest was wrapped in thick gauze, and there was a clean white shirt on the chair. He picked it up with his slender fingers and put on the shirt gracefully.

"Qing Qing, because I didn't die on the battlefield, so you went on the stage yourself and stabbed me in the heart?"

Lu Yeming turned around and came to her face. He stretched out his big palm and pinched her shining fragrant shoulder. "Now tell me, why, why, that's also your son. You curled up in pain when you fell. You're crying. Isn't your heart painful?"

Jun Xiqing looked at him and said word by word, "Lu Yeming, that's your son. I hate you. I hate your son, too. I hate your father and son!"

Lu Yeming's deep eyes were filled with blood. It was his first child. He had lost his son before he experienced the joy of being a father.

His son is only six weeks old, a little older. Their father and son are destined for so much money that his son is not even loved by his mommy.

Their father and son are all disgusting to her.

Lu Yeming frowned. The huge anger made his fine chest begin to fluctuate. He raised his hand and directly fanned Jun Xiqing's small face.

With a slap, Jun Xiqing was beaten off her whole face.

The burning pain on her right face, the dull pain, burned to her heart, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The air was frozen and dead silent.

After playing, Lu Yeming's big palm was trembling. He looked at a red and swollen palm print on her delicate skin.

He lowered his eyes, looked at his palm, and looked at Jun Xiqing.

"Oh."

Jun Xiqing chuckled. She stepped back two steps, and there was one more thing in her little white hand.

Lu Yeming knew him. He saw at a glance that it was the porcelain everyone he gave her, the porcelain everyone of their family of three.

Jun Xiqing looked at him with indifference, hatred and disgust. "I want the Mu family to pay for the life of my brother and sister Yutang, but Lu Fengmu's family, what I hate most is you. I won't kill you. I want you to live well, and I want you to live in pain all your life!"

Jun Xiqing raised his hand and threw the porcelain man to the ground.

"No..."

A word rolled out of Lu Yeming's raised throat. The next second, a crisp sound of "pa" came from his ear, and the porcelain fell to the ground and smashed.

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