seek her

"Mr. Song?" Assistant Ning couldn't wait for an answer, and said in a low voice, "We have called the police again and urged the police to dispatch police forces. Look at the children of Min Jingshu and Ji Linjiang... Do we want to intercept them? As long as we have this child in our hands Neither Ji Linjiang nor Min Jingshu can escape, our chances of winning lie there, and we can also blend in the krypton gold industry that Ji Linjiang holds in his hands."

Song Sipu slowly opened his calm eyes, and answered irrelevant questions, "Send Jiya abroad, Brother Dong will personally escort Jiya home, right away."

There must be no trace of any important relative's activities around him.

Shen You is not dead.

Ji Linjiang returns.

His situation is not much better than Min Jingshu's, but anyone he cares about will probably end up with nothing good. These two thugs are more vicious than the other.

Song Sipu suddenly sat up.

Assistant Ning was taken aback, "Mr. Song! You just finished the operation! It will be very troublesome if the wound ruptures!"

The severe pain spread in his abdomen as if he had been stabbed again. He suddenly got up and the blood on the gauze on his abdomen was stained. He supported the edge of the bed and got off the ground. Standing beside the bed, he calmly said, "Call the doctor."

At noon, after a few laps of the police, Ah Chu pressed the hidden button in the car, and the license plate number on the rear of the car instantly flipped to another new license plate number. He whispered, "Mr. Knowing everything."

Ji Linjiang propped his temples slightly against the window of the car, closed his eyes and rested his mind, he was thinking about something and frowned, the sun was shining thinly on his fair face, as if it had sprinkled a layer of autumn frost, he didn't look at Jing Shu, so he stretched out to her He reached out, as if asking her what she wanted.

Jing Shu shrank his body even tighter towards the car door.

"Bring it."

Jing Shu didn't move.

"Xiao Min." Ji Linjiang maintained a posture of closing his eyes and resting his mind, his voice was low as if he had suppressed the fire in his heart for five years, "Don't force me to do you here."

Jing Shu's heart trembled, she almost killed him five years ago, according to Ji Linjiang's character, she will definitely recover all the losses of these five years with interest, so much so that she hides her breath at this moment, and dare not disobey at all he.

She put the phone in his hand tremblingly, as if handing over the only straw for survival, her clothes were soaked in cold sweat, she remained motionless, completely unaware of the punishment that awaited her.

Ji Linjiang opened her twinkling eyes, held her mobile phone with one hand, tried a series of passwords casually, and then opened her mobile phone to unlock it. Like him, Jing Shu used Dingdang's birthday as the password to open the screen. After losing her real-time positioning function, he flipped through her address book and chat messages on social software, and fixed his gaze on Song Sipu's WeChat. After Song Sipu recovered from surgery, this woman cared for Song Sipu very much. , Sent out so many words of concern and condolences.

Isn't it disgusting?

He didn't say a word, but his brows were a little cold.

Ji Linjiang's car stopped in front of a star-rated hotel in the city center. The car drove into the underground garage. He grabbed Jing Shu's wrist and got out of the car. Jing Shu saw the hotel's LED screen and began to struggle hard. Her fierce resistance easily angered her. After meeting Ji Linjiang, before she screamed, he forcefully covered her mouth and took the elevator in the underground garage to the presidential suite on the [-]th floor. This hotel is under the name of Su Yi, and both the monitoring and the news network are under control. .

Jing Shu couldn't get out of his struggle, and was almost forced into the room by him and threw him on the bed.

"Ji Linjiang, what do you want to do!" Jing Shu got up from the bed, a little panicked, "Where is the child?"

Ji Linjiang didn't speak, he squinted his eyes to look at her condescendingly, unbuttoned his shirt one by one in a loose and elegant manner, and unbuttoned his belt deftly and neatly, as if his eyes locked her.

Jing Shu's gaze fell on the exposed scar on his chest, and he slowly opened his eyes wide.

His entire upper body seemed to have been sculpted by a carving knife. The fine scars from the surgery stretched horizontally between the lean abdominal muscles. The two gunshot chests bloomed hideously on his chest and shoulders. The burns on his entire back and arms were the most severe, as if surrounded by hellfire. Scary and violent.

He exposed the scars in front of her without any concealment. His strong physique and tall body blocked the thin light in the room, and he was as oppressive as a low-altitude cloud pulling the last trace of oxygen out.

Fear and loathing crept into Jing Shu's eyes. She seemed to be terrified and slowly backed away, panicking to the other side of the bed. Hold her face, forcing her to face him, "What are you afraid of?"

He keenly caught the disgust and resistance in her eyes. She didn't feel any pity for his heart-piercing pain, only such strong disgust and disgust. Ji Linjiang suddenly smiled, "Min Jingshu..."

He hesitated to speak, but was irritated by the intense disgust in her eyes. The next second, he tightened his grip on her, almost crushing her jaw, and suddenly lifted her to a distance where her breaths could be heard, Weiwei Slowly, "Who caused this."

Jing Shu's breath seemed to be frozen, she didn't dare to look at him, didn't dare to look at his angry eyes, didn't dare to look at the hideous scars on his body, and didn't dare to look at his angelic face with the cold light of a devil glowing close at hand.

"Here." He seemed to disgust her on purpose, raised his eyebrows slightly and locked his eyes on her, holding her hand in an ambiguous and indifferent manner and placed it on the place where the gunshot wound on his chest was, "Here..." He took her hand and walked away He stroked the scar of another gunshot wound on his body, "Have you forgotten? It was designed by you and Song Sipu together. You shot me, more than one shot. You jointly killed me and put me to death. "

Jing Shu's eyes were full of fear, he kept struggling back and retracting his hands, he felt disgusting just touching it.

"Here." He held her hand tightly and pressed it on the densely stitched scar, "And here..." He held her hand against the burn mark on her chest, and threatened her, "It's all for who."

Where her fingers passed, his muscles stretched inch by inch, and Jingshu felt the bumpy and warm scars on her fingertips. She has no other emotions to resist, and those hideous scars are like hellfire setting off her physical nausea.