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If I die, I die at my hands

Wen Liang didn't expect that someone would dare to save his life in such a crucial moment. Even more so, he did not expect that the person who would save him, would be Mo Weian.

The last time he came back from Flowless Town, Wen Liang gave Mo Weian Mo Weian a fingernail in his hand for him to find and appraise. The final result was exactly as Qi Ye expected.

After saying that, Mo Weian seemed to have no intention to continue chatting with Wen Liang. He grabbed the fur coat in his hands and was about to turn around to leave.

Wen Liang grabbed Mo Weian's arm. "You're injured, I'll send you to the hospital."

"No need." He shook off his warm hands and rejected her, but said with a smile: "Let President Qi remember, he owes me a favor."

Jesse had already parked the car in front of Mo Weian, and got off to open the car door.

Mo Weian immediately got on the car, and then threw Wen Liang by the side of the road.

Fu Yu anxiously ran all the way to South Sky Road, where he sat slanted on a motorcycle seat. There was nowhere for him to place his long legs on so he looked even more slender.

Beside her stood a man around 1.7 meters tall. His expression looked as though he felt wronged, but didn't dare to act rashly.

"Ask him to compensate us." Ye Qing threw the motorcycle car key towards Fu Yu.

Fu Yu casually received the car key, his face full of shock: "Compensation? What compensation? "

Ye Qing glared at the owner of the motorcycle.

The owner of the motorcycle weakly swallowed his saliva, forcefully swallowing the word 'miss'. He said, "This big sis is here to snatch my car and push me down to the ground. Look at me, my knees are all worn out. Tell me, who did this move of mine offend …"

"How much did you buy the motorcycle for?" Fu Yu asked.

He felt more and more that it had become a habit for Ye Qing to order him around.

This woman, on the other hand, was rather carefree. She forced herself to come over, patted her butt, and drove away.

When Ye Qing returned to the scene of the incident, she coincidentally saw Mo Weian getting on the car and leaving while Wen Liang stood on the spot.

Ye Qing got off the car, and when she saw that there was blood on the warm sleeve, her brows instantly furrowed. She carefully pulled her arm: "Injured?"

Only then did Wen Liang notice the bloodstains on his sleeves. He smiled and shook his head, "I'm fine. Qing Qing, why are you here? "

"Passing by." After Ye Qing explained the situation, she asked Wen Liang: "That person was Mo Weian?"

"It's more like a Big brother Qi …" Wen Liang said as if he was talking to himself.

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" Ye Qing asked.

Wen Liang shook his head and shook his arm to prove that he was fine.

"He didn't catch up." Ye Qing regretfully said one sentence before turning to Wen Liang and said, "I'll send you home."

"I'm fine." Wen Liang pointed to the big building in Sempe Group and said to Ye Qing: "I want to go to the other side."

Fu Yu who had just dealt with the accident on the motorcycle rushed over just in time to see the positioning system on the car. But he actually saw Wen Liang's miserable face being led by Ye Qing.

Ye Qing shot a glance at Fu Yu, extended his hand and threw the car key back to him, then said: "Take off your jacket."

"..." Fu Yu was defeated by Ye Qing, so he took off his jacket and handed it over to Ye Qing.

Ye Qing was prepared to place it on his shoulders, but when Wen Liang saw that Fu Yu wanted to kill Ye Qing, even if he couldn't, he felt it was laughable. She patted Ye Qing's shoulders and laughed, "Let's return the clothes to Mister Fu!"

As he said that, he took the clothes, and handed them over to Fu Yu, and said: "Thank you."

After receiving all the weird looks, Ye Qing finally managed to send Wen Liang to the CEO of the Sempe Group.

When Tina, who was at the door, saw Wen Liang, she immediately stood up: "Madam, President Qi has just entered the meeting room. She should be in a meeting right now, if not I will go now …"

"No need, I'll wait for him at his office. When he's done, just let him know." After bidding farewell to Ye Qing, Wen Liang smiled and said to Tina.

Tina quickly squeezed a glass of juice and brought it to Warm Cooler.

Wen Liang received it with a smile. Then, Tina left the room.

Originally, he thought that it would take a long time for Qi Ye to hold a meeting, so Wen Liang laid on the chair in exhaustion and prepared to rest.

However, just as he lay down, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Qi Ye's expression was somewhat anxious as he walked towards her direction. Wen Liang slowly sat up from the sofa.

Qi Ye ran to the side of the sofa and squatted down in front of her. Although his movements were anxious, he gently patted her shoulder, as if he was afraid of hurting her. He furrowed his brows and asked her: "Where are you hurt?"

"..." After being stunned for a moment, Wen Liang extended his hand and gently held onto the man's face. He smiled and said, "I'm fine. Are you done? Didn't Tina say that you just entered the meeting room? "Why are you so fast …"

Qi Ye gently removed the woman's hand from his face and looked at the blood stains on her sleeves. He said, "Tina said that when she gave you the juice, she saw blood stains on your sleeves. What happened? "

Wen Liang followed the man's gaze and looked at the bloodstain on his sleeve. Only now did he understand why Qi Ye had rushed over so quickly.

She recounted everything that had just happened from the beginning to the end and even forcefully shook her arm a few times to prove that she really wasn't injured. She even rolled up her sleeves.

He saw the woman's white and smooth wrist.

Qi Ye finally believed that Wen Liang was truly uninjured, and only now did his expression relax slightly. However, his gaze was focused on the sleeve of the warm coat.

He stared at the bloodstained cuffs and said meaningfully, "So … This is Mo Weian's blood? "

Hearing the man's suspicious and calculating tone, Wen Liang was instantly enlightened.

He stood up and took off the coat, then grabbed his sleeve and stared at the blood on it and said, "Yeah! This is Mo Weian's blood, I saw it myself! Blood flowed down his elbow! It's impossible to fake the bloodstain! "

Qi Ye reached out and caressed his warm head, then sat on the sofa and hugged her in his embrace, gently comforting her who was a little bit excited. As if he was holding a treasure, the color in his eyes gradually deepened.

At the hotel.

Mo Weian was holding onto a mobile phone, and a voice came out from the other side of the phone: "You saved her?!"

Although he could not hear his voice, he could hear the other party's emotions. It was clear that he felt angry from being betrayed, as well as a sense of danger.

"As I said, her life is mine. Even if I have to die, I will die in my hands! " Mo Weian's face was terrifyingly gloomy, but one could hear that she was being pressured.

Bu Lusinan knew that he was trying hard to control his emotions.

"I didn't save your life to do something that would disappoint me." The voice on the other end did not sound warm at all.

"Only those who have been to heaven suffer more when they fall into hell. So if I don't send her to heaven, how can I bear to send her to hell? " Mo Weian's tone became sinister.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be very satisfied. He laughed twice and then said, "Don't disappoint me."

After saying that, the other party hung up.

Mo Weian clenched his fist tightly, holding the phone in his hand, he smashed it onto the tea table.

The screen on the phone instantly shattered, and blood started to seep out from the bandage on his elbow.

Bu Lusinan frowned, and asked Mo Weian with a guessing tone: "Could it be that the other side already knows that you went to save Yi Lisuo? "That's why she attacked Mrs. Qi?"

Mo Weian remained silent for a while, then threw the phone back to Bu Lusinan and said: "Prepare the carriage, head to the hospital!"

Ning and the hospital.

Mo Weian, who just got off the car, was calling Professor Fred. He heard a very familiar voice coming from the front of the door, and before he could even pick up the call, Mo Weian had raised his head.

At the door, Lisa stood beside Si Nancheng holding onto a black umbrella, and said softly: "Division, we cannot enter."

Si Nancheng...

The profoundness in Mo Weian's eyes became stronger, he hung up the phone call he had just made and walked towards Si Nancheng.