In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Three in the morning.

At the end of the quiet hospital corridor.

A middle-aged man in plainclothes would raise his hand and knock on the door three times every time he passed a ward.

Then, the patient on the hospital bed would sit up in shock, with a look of horror on his face.

The entire floor of the hospital is occupied by experts from the famous sword sect.

Their broken hands and broken legs will have to stay in this private hospital for a long time to come.

"Get up and pee."

The middle-aged man in casual clothes raised his hand and knocked on the door, which also woke up Yue Qinghua who had just fallen asleep with clenched teeth.

In other rooms, just knocking on the door.

He not only knocked on the door of Yue Qinghua and He Tongxun's room, but also opened the door and walked in.

pat.

Harsh lights come on.

Yue Qinghua, who turned pale, was in extreme pain and extremely weak.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes, feeling prickly all over his body.

I was asked to get up to pee at two o'clock, and again at three o'clock.

He really ran out of urine.

His age and his strong physical fitness mean that he has to urinate frequently and endlessly at this age.

He wanted to get angry and curse.

But seeing He Tongxun getting out of bed honestly and going into the bathroom to pee, even making a ticking sound, he gritted his teeth and reluctantly got up to pee.

Because of the one-handed operation, I even peed my pants.

The middle-aged man just stayed in the ward to supervise their peeing.

After the two powerful legendary bosses put on their pants and walked back to the ward, the middle-aged man glanced at the clock on the wall and said calmly: "I'll be back at four o'clock."

Then he turned around and prepared to walk out of the ward.

"or."

Yue Qinghua opened his mouth. He was no longer as arrogant as he was in the first half of the night. His pride was brittle and he was no longer proud. He was so angry that he said: "You should give me a beating? I'm really going to die from sleepiness."

From twelve o'clock in the morning to now, even though I only wake him up every hour to pee, he can sleep for at least two and a half hours during this period.

But the thoughtful Yue Qinghua figured it out.

In the past two and a half hours, he squinted for 10 minutes at most.

The rest of the time I am either in pain or because I am older and it will be difficult to fall asleep when I wake up.

If he continues like this, even if he is made of iron, he will die suddenly.

Rather than endure this inhuman torture, it would be better to give him a good beating and then sleep happily.

"also."

The middle-aged man turned around, and a soul-stirring sense of oppression suddenly erupted all over his body.

"Senior Brother, you can eat randomly, but you must not talk nonsense."

He Tongxun rolled out of bed, tactful and kind, and looked at the middle-aged man cautiously: "He may have lost his mind because of the pain. Don't take it seriously."

"Oh." The middle-aged man glanced at He Tongxun lightly. "What about the King of the North?"

"Of course I choose to get up at night." He Tongxun sighed softly and said softly. "As you get older, drinking two more cups of tea will make you unable to have a peaceful night."

"See you at four o'clock." The middle-aged man turned and left.

"Lao He, you are such a fucking weakling!" Yue Qinghua was furious. "Isn't it the Eighteenth Cavalry of Beimang? If I hadn't been severely injured by Zhang Xiangbei tonight, I would have let him see the power of the famous sword sect!"

"Pull him down." He Tongxun watched the middle-aged man walk out of the ward, threw his limp body on the bed, and pulled up the quilt to prepare for sleep. "There is not much time left for you to sleep."

He Tongxun simply turned off the light, fearing to trouble the middle-aged man, put on the eye mask given by the nurse sister, and fell asleep straight up.

However, Yue Qinghua was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep. He frowned and said, "What do you mean? The leader of my famous sword sect, who is extremely talented, can't beat him, the Eighteenth Cavalry of Beimang?"

"He is also the most fierce among the eighteen riders in Beimang." He Tongxun disliked Yue Qinghua's noisy attitude and put on earplugs.

Yue Qinghua struggled to crawl over, took off He Tongxun's earplugs, and asked, "So what? Am I afraid of him?"

"His name is Jiang Ling. He is the leader of the Eighteen Horsemen in Beimang. He was known as the God of War in Beimang back then. If he hadn't retired suddenly, my title of King of the North would not have been rare for others." He Tongxun curled his lips and said.

"He's such a badass, why did he retire?" Yue Qinghua raised his eyebrows.

"He is such a dick, how dare I send him a question on WeChat?" He Tongxun asked.

"Just tell me, if I were at my peak, would he be my opponent?" Although Yue Qinghua was defeated by Zhang Xiangbei.

But he is still confident in his martial arts background.

joke.

Will a generation of amazing martial arts wizards be defeated by a Beimang Eighteen Cavalry?

"Which of you two is more talented in martial arts, I'm not in a position to comment." He Tongxun took off his blindfold and glanced at Yue Qinghua, who had implicated himself. "But I believe that if you two fight, he will definitely beat you to death."

"Believe me, he is cruel."

"He killed more people than you have ever seen in your life."

"Murder is against the law." Yue Qinghua exhaled heavily.

"It's not illegal to kill someone with a license." He Tongxun said calmly.

"I see…"

Yue Qinghua took out his mobile phone from the pillow, found Zhang Xiangbei's phone number, and then sent a WeChat message: "Brother Bei, in one sentence, from now on, I will regard Old Devil Han as my biological brother and my closest relative."

"Say hello to your dad and let me go. I'm going to die."

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