Rebirth Mission

Since she guessed that they had seen it through the surveillance, Leng Yujing was too lazy to explain further.

Leng Shangxu carefully felt his pulse for a long time and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it's okay. It's just some paralysis drugs. It will heal naturally in two days, but the wound still needs to be treated."

The others were relieved after hearing this. They were so afraid that Jing'er had been poisoned by some incurable poison, which would have cost them their lives!

When we returned to the living room, Uncle Mu had already prepared a medicine box and placed it on the coffee table.

Leng Yujing wanted to handle it herself, but Leng Shangxu gently held her hand.

When I looked over, I saw deep worry and guilt in his eyes, and heard his almost pleading tone.

"Let me help you, please."

Leng Yujing was stunned when she saw his look. With Lan Shu sitting next to her, looking at her wound nervously, she nodded for some reason.

Seeing Jing'er agreed, Leng Shangxu's eyes flashed with joy. He lowered his head and began to treat her wound gently and carefully.

During the process, whether it was disinfection or applying medicine, Leng Yujing never frowned.

Even if Leng Shangxu's movements were as gentle as possible, the alcohol and the medicine would still cause a stinging sensation, but why did Jing'er seem not to feel it?

While applying the medicine, I blew on her carefully. No matter whether she felt pain or not, I cooled her down and provided physical relief. After applying the medicine, I wrapped her with gauze.

Leng Jiaojun had already notified the police to bring the bodyguard back, and provided the surveillance video in the garage. He also gave the photos of Leng Yujing's injuries and the wound certificate and anesthetic residue certificate provided by Leng Shangxu.

In the video, the bodyguard was clearly seen using a wrench to loosen the screws of the tire, and he had no way to defend himself.

He confessed that his younger brother had been hit and killed by an off-road vehicle. When he saw the fourth young master of the Leng family driving an off-road vehicle of the same model and color, hatred surged in his heart, and he wanted to teach the fourth young master of the Leng family a lesson.

The police passed the bodyguard's confession to Leng Jiaojun, who sneered after hearing it.

"This reason is ridiculous. His son went to visit the grave. It's ridiculous!"

"My colleagues didn't believe it either, but they couldn't get any other information from him, so they could only detain him on charges of intentional injury and attempted murder."

But they all knew that this was Wu Rifan's doing, and the bodyguard must be a spy arranged by the Wu family.

If I hadn't heard Jing'er's thoughts and taken precautions in advance, I don't know how long this spy would have been buried.

I shudder just thinking about it.

It is not clear whether there are other spies in the house, so we must not take it lightly.

These people in the Wu family are so vicious when it comes to conspiracy and conspiracy.

Leng Hongwen pointed his index finger at the armrest of the sofa and lowered his eyes to think.

The Wu family has extended their hands to them, and they still dare to hurt his daughter and son. This account must be settled!

Now that there is no substantial evidence, let’s teach them a lesson in other ways.

Leng Gongze has been busy since just now, and his cell phone has been receiving messages continuously. At this moment, his father sent him another message, asking him to teach Wu a lesson.

I opened my dad’s chat box and replied: I’m already doing it.

Ever since the bodyguard entered the garage to cause trouble, Leng Gongze had already prepared to teach Wu a lesson.

The surveillance can reveal which car has been tampered with, and then it can be repaired. Cutting off the Wu family's spies at home is already a big loss for the Wu family, and they originally wanted to give them a taste of their business.

But now, that spy actually dared to hurt Jing'er and wanted Jing'er to be buried with him!

That's not something that can be solved with just a 'small lesson'.

Lan Shu, feeling relieved for the time being, glanced at the steel sword on the coffee table, but before he could touch it, he was stopped by Jing'er.

"Be careful, it's edged."

The sword hairpin was not sharpened when it was brought back, but Leng Yujing needed a sharp weapon for self-defense, and since she knew a lot about weapons, she polished it herself.

It's not possible to cut through hair instantly, but it's easy to cut the skin.

Leng Yujing was afraid of hurting Lan Shu, so she picked up the sword blade and put the hilt into Lan Shu's hand.

"It's okay if you take it this way."

Lan Shu was relieved and happy about Jing'er's thoughtfulness.

Although the steel sword is not big, it has a certain length and weight, and there is also the "Fengyun" logo on the blade of the steel sword.

Lan Shu knew Fengyun, but she never expected that the wooden hairpin that looked like a chopstick was actually a custom-made product of Fengyun.

Can their accessories be made so original?

The conversation between mother and daughter attracted other people, and several eyes turned to the sword hairpin at the same time.

Leng Jiaojun remembered the last time she fell asleep on the small sofa, and when he wanted to carry her back to the room, the little girl subconsciously reached for the hairpin.

He believes that it is right for girls to carry self-defense tools with them. Even if there are bodyguards at home, a single mistake could easily lead to irreparable consequences.

But he didn't expect that the little girl would use such a sharp weapon for self-defense.

From the surveillance video, we can see that she was ruthless when she attacked. He was the first one to rush into the garage, so he saw the murderous intent in the little girl's eyes.

He kept brainwashing himself, he must have seen it wrong.

How could a little girl show that kind of look?

Suddenly I remembered the diagnosis made by the psychologist my eldest brother found. If the patient is not treated in time, he may develop violent factors.

Little girl, you have to be good...

Lan Shu finished looking at the steel sword and chuckled when he saw Jing'er nervously looking at the distance between the blade and herself.

"How old am I? Are you still worried? Jing'er, do you like Fengyun's accessories?"

He thought about the accessories on display and nodded.

“The accessories made by ‘Feng Yun’ are all very beautiful and have different meanings.”

"What's the point?"

Leng Yujing looked at the steel sword and then at her mother.

"It's unique and belongs only to you."

Everyone present stopped what they were doing and their thoughts.

Staring at Jing'er intently.

Lan Shu wanted to speak and almost opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Depressed, guilty, sad...

All kinds of emotions are intertwined.

What Jing'er wants is preference and being the only one.

But there are many children in the family, and all Lan Shu can do is to keep everything equal.

To be fair, Lan Shu believed that he did not make many exceptions for Jing'er.

She was gentle, considerate and trusting towards Jing'er, and she treated the same to other children.

But compared with the other five men, her fairness was just preference to Jing'er.

That's why Jing'er obeys her in everything.

Ever since I heard Jing'er's voice, I felt the difference between Jing'er's attitude towards me and others.

She is happy.

But at this moment, Lan Shu felt that he did not deserve it.

She didn't do well enough and didn't give Jing'er enough sense of security. She did everything silently by herself.

If her husband and eldest son hadn't secretly installed a camera in the garage, Jing'er probably wouldn't even tell anyone about her injury.

Carry everything by yourself.

"Jing'er..."

He raised his hand and stroked Jing'er's cheek. Her face was the size of a palm and her jawline was clear.

There is no flesh on the face, and these arms, these hands...

How come this kid is so thin...