Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Ji Mingyou didn't care about other things, and with worry on his face, he quickly started the car and disappeared at the intersection.

"Shop manager, where are you taking your cousin?" Lin Xiaofei couldn't catch up with the car, so she could only stand by the street and shout loudly.

She stomped her feet anxiously, looking at the shops that had not been extinguished, she could only stay where she was.

Xu Xiangnan, who had just arrived at the dessert shop, saw everything in his eyes and stared at the burned shop with hatred. His painstaking plan failed again.

His thin lips were pursed into a white line, his cold eyes were like ice in the cold winter, hatred was carved into his bone marrow, and he said through gritted teeth: "Damn it, Lin Weiwei, an idiot, insisted on saving people and killing himself. This appearance is a waste of all my painstaking efforts."

Xiaomeng noticed this conspicuous sports car, looked over eagerly, and rubbed her hands nervously: I never thought that Ji Mingyou was not in the store, what a negligence.

Seeing the people in the car waving to her, she sneaked to the side of the car and said in a low voice, "Manager, I originally arranged it, but I found another person during the operation. It was this person who disrupted the plan, and it wasn't me who caused the fire." Let it go."

"The guards are so stupid, you can find an excuse to escape, and the money will be on your card." Xu Xiangnan's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he raised the car window.

"Yes, I promise not to cause trouble for the manager." Xiaomeng was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

He leaned lazily on the chair, supported his aching head, and said quietly: "It turns out that Ji Mingyou is not just my enemy. This is fun."

This matter is not over, he will definitely make Ji Mingyou's life worse than death.

The driver in the front seat tilted his head slightly, and asked respectfully, "Manager, where are we going next?"

Xu Xiangnan felt that his surroundings were empty, and a sense of loneliness came to his heart. He glanced at his phone, and there were only chores at work.

Remembering the scene where Ji Mingyou took people away, the one person he was eager to find, clicked on Zhang Yumeng's message, and only sent a sentence: "If you figure it out, come to me, I will wait for you."

"Let's go back first, let the secretary help me arrange it, I'm going to have dinner with Mengmeng tonight." Xu Xiangnan's eyes lit up, he couldn't be alone, "You rejected me this time, don't come back crying in the future, Lin Weiwei .”

He rubbed his chin, with a terrifying expression, and hatred in his slightly red eyes, staring at the dessert shop after the fire was extinguished.

The person surnamed Ji robbed him, this beam is settled!
Even though Ji Mingyou had tried his best to reduce the bumps, Lin Weiwei was still awakened by the pain, and his hand was covered with blood when he touched it.

She didn't dare to watch it all the time because she had already lost the qualification for the competition because of her back injury.

Now, Lin Weiwei has adapted to the life of being a taekwondo coach. If her legs have sequelae, she can't imagine, her voice trembled, and she asked with some fear: "It shouldn't be serious, I'm not afraid of pain, I'm just afraid... ..."

"It'll be fine, I'll hire you the best doctor, and you'll still be the same as before." Ji Mingyou understood her worry, wrapped her hand with a warm big hand, and watched guiltily.

He gently picked up Lin Weiwei, like holding a porcelain doll, and walked quickly into the hospital: "Doctor, please take a look at her legs."

"Okay, don't worry, don't just hold him, let me take a look at him first." The doctor hurriedly put on his glasses, seeing that they were in a mess, he began to examine them seriously.

The wound has been exposed, the flesh is scalded, and the worst is that the leg can no longer be lifted.

Ji Mingyou's breathing was stagnant, the bloody wound stung his heart, and he squeezed her hand in distress.

"How's the situation?" A look of pain flashed across his deep eyes, knowing that Lin Weiwei regards taekwondo as extremely important.

"This injury is too serious. The situation is not optimistic. An operation is needed immediately." The doctor inspected it, and the crease between the eyebrows deepened a little, and he was anxious to get someone to prepare for the operation.

Lin Weiwei felt ashamed when he saw him, so he hid the uneasiness in his heart, and turned his head calmly: "You don't have to blame yourself, I can accept whatever the result is, and I won't regret it."

She rushed in without regret, smoothed the wrinkles between Ji Mingyou's brows with her hand, and smiled calmly: "The situation is not that bad now."

"I know it all, I'm just worried about you." Ji Mingyou's eyes were full of worry, and his heart ached. He was so frightened that he comforted him. What an idiot.

At this time, the doctor came out after getting ready, and urged: "Hurry up and send the wounded in for surgery."

The nurse was about to push the flustered Lin Weiwei in, and Ji Mingyou followed him with a serious expression, staring deeply and saying: "Everything will go well, I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay, then remember to pray for me, it will work if you are sincere." Lin Weiwei's face turned pale, and he smiled, trying to use this trick to make him less tense.

"Okay, then you'll be fine."

The operating door was slowly closed, as if separated into two worlds, the indicator light was on, and the corridor was empty.

Ji Mingyou looked at the operation door worriedly, saying that he was lying against the cold wall if he said that he was not worried.

In his mind, Lin Weiwei played the picture of him kicking the crossbar over and over again, covering his mouth, and muttered: "Don't be so nice to me, how can I resist?"

He looked at his watch from time to time, it had been more than an hour, and anxiously, he remembered Lin Weiwei's words.

Ji Mingyou pursed his thin lips, clasped his hands together, and prayed earnestly: "As long as Lin Weiwei's operation goes smoothly, I can give anything."

"So Lin Weiwei is already so important to me?" He was taken aback, this woman named Lin Weiwei was deeply in his heart.

He prayed with all his heart and was willing to give everything, but time passed quickly, so he couldn't help but smiled wryly: "It's useless if it hasn't come out yet?"

As soon as the words fell, the indicator light dimmed, and the door of the operating room opened.

He quickly stepped forward, looked at Lin Weiwei who was pushed out, and asked anxiously, "How is the operation? Will it affect her future?"

The doctor wiped off his sweat, took off his mask, and smiled: "The operation went well, as long as you cultivate well, there will be no problem."

"Don't worry, I'm very lucky and fateful. I've recovered from two serious injuries. I'm not afraid." Lin Weiwei heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. Fortunately, he didn't have to ask the result by himself. He patted his chest and pretended not to care.

Ji Mingyou caressed her little face lightly, the heavy stone in his heart fell steadily, he raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a faint smile: "I have never forgotten the way you entered the operating room, it will be unforgettable in my life."

"However, your method is very effective." Let him see clearly the weight in Lin Weiwei's heart.

Lin Weiwei smiled brightly, curious about the content of his prayer, blinked his eyes and said like a man: "Tell me specifically, can it move me to tears?"

"Stop teasing your boyfriend. He hugged you all the way just now, and stayed here for so long. Go and rest. Don't show your affection, as if you don't have anyone." The doctor raised his hand to show off after hearing enough. He took off the wedding ring that he had worn for decades, and walked away quickly.

Lin Weiwei blushed a little, only to realize that he seemed to be molesting Ji Mingyou, and explained in a panic: "We are not, we are just friends."

"Ghost letter!" The doctor didn't even turn his head.