Divorced, still making trouble?

The anesthetic was not used after all.

Ji Mingzhe asked two of his subordinates to force Qiu Ye onto the operating bed, tied his legs with something, stuffed a gauze into Qiu Ye's mouth with his own hands, and stood aside expressionlessly with arms folded.

um, um, um...

Qiu Ye stared at Ji Mingzhe angrily, his body was struggling desperately in the shackles of the two subordinates, because of too much force, the foot of the operating table made a short and sharp rubbing sound against the ground.

But when the messy-haired doctor finished washing, sterilized and put on his surgical gown, Qiu Ye suddenly fell silent again.

The sharp and thin blade cut open the wound, and the sharp tweezers penetrated into the flesh. Qiu Ye's arms tightened suddenly, and veins popped up on his forehead and neck. At this moment, he stopped making trouble, and bit the gauze in his mouth firmly. It was silent.

It was as if he had lost something in front of Ji Mingzhe with a single cry.

Until it was time to take out the bullets bit by bit from the flesh and blood, Qiu Ye finally rolled out a few hoarse muffled moans from his throat unbearably.

Layer after layer of cold sweat rushed out and rolled down his forehead and handsome side face to his neck, forming a large pool of water stains under his shoulder blades. When the operation was over, Qiu Ye looked more like he just got out of the water. was salvaged.

"Well, no bones or nerves were injured, and there will be no sequelae." The doctor said, throwing the bloody forceps into the tray.

Ji Mingzhe nodded, then stepped forward, stared at Qiu Ye for a while, and removed the gauze from his mouth.

At this moment, Qiu Ye was so exhausted from the pain that he could not speak at all. His face was pale, his expression was slack, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't have the slightest trace of the usual Young Master Qiu.

Ji Mingzhe touched the corner of his mouth that had been broken before, Qiu Ye raised his eyelids to look at him, and drooped down heavily again. He finally curled up obediently on the bed like a tamed beast.

"Give him a sedative," Ji Mingzhe said, "He's awake, if you don't want to stay here to recuperate, let him go."

The doctor heard the words, nodded in response, and said, "Okay, no problem."

Qiu Ye probably heard what they were talking about when he was half awake, moved his fingers, and subconsciously wanted to pull Ji Mingzhe, but he really had no strength left, so he could only watch as Ji Mingzhe lifted the curtain after thanking him, left the clinic.

After Ji Mingzhe came out, surrounded by a group of his subordinates, he got into the car and headed for another city overnight. He came here not only to catch Lin Xiurui, but also to discuss a business. He made an appointment with the person in charge of the other party's project See you tomorrow morning, he has to rush there tonight.

When he arrived at the hotel he had booked earlier, Ji Mingzhe took a shower, ate some light meals provided by the hotel, and then opened his notebook to read the project plan to be discussed tomorrow.

The cell phone next to him rang.

Ji Mingzhe picked it up, and said, "According to your order, one of Lin Xiurui's legs and his thing were crippled, and he was thrown at the hospital gate."

Ji Mingzhe hummed and hung up the phone.

He didn't intend to take Lin Xiurui's life at first, but when he thought of Qiu Ye pleading for this person, Ji Mingzhe's brows creased, and his eyes, reflecting the light from the computer screen, darkened a little.

But soon, Ji Mingzhe blinked, then withdrew all the expressions in his eyes, and concentrated on reading the project document.

Tomorrow's interview is very important. He must show his utmost energy and not be affected by other things.

In the past few years in the Qiu Group, Qiu Ye only has the name of the president and has no real power. Although he himself has a high position, he actually doesn't have much power in his hands.

Ji Haodong didn't trust him. After taking away the Qiu family, he cleaned up and shuffled all the high-level employees, leaving only some low-level employees who were not in key positions.

On the surface, Qiu's operation is normal, and all they do are regular businesses, but Ji Mingzhe has an intuition that Ji Haodong should be using it to do things behind the scenes, such as money laundering, illegal fundraising, etc...

But Ji Mingzhe secretly checked for a long time, and there was nothing abnormal. Until the beginning of this year, he faintly caught something tricky.

The reason why he wanted to win this big project this time was to use it to conduct an in-depth and comprehensive undercover investigation.

But the cooperation talks were not going well, and it would be more than half a month before it was actually won.

And Qiu Ye, who was left in the small town by him, ran back to the country ten days ago.

And in the past two days, people have been limping and started messing around with a bunch of cronies.

The butler also took a photo of Si Le sending Qiu Ye home, and told Ji Mingzhe truthfully that the other party not only sent Qiu Ye back, but also stayed in the bedroom for about half an hour.

Ji Mingzhe held the mobile phone, looked at the two figures who were close together and chatting and laughing intimately, his face was so heavy that water dripped down his face.

"Aye, what did you do with your leg? How did you become lame? Did you steal the boyfriend of a foreign girl?"

In the private room of the KTV, someone jokingly asked Qiu Ye who was lazily leaning on the sofa.

Qiu Ye was a little drowsy under the dim light, he closed his eyes, and cursed with a smile, "Get out, who is as unqualified as you, who only picks on those who have masters."

"Then why are you limping?"

Qiu Ye pursed his lower lip, feeling that it was a bit embarrassing to say that his leg was injured by his ex-husband, so he said impatiently, "Why are you so gossip, I won't tell you."

The friend next to him curled his lips, and added another person's topic in a boring way.

Qiu Ye's ears cleared up, he closed his eyes and continued to doze off, but his mind was uncooperatively active.

After four or five days of recuperation in that foreign town, he returned to City H. Then, while Ji Mingzhe was away, he quietly invited the backbone of the company to a meal and formulated the company's next stage goals.

For the rest of the time, he has been nesting at home. Since the accident in the Lin family, he has not been in the mood to go out for a few months, but when he calms down, he will always think of the five members of the Lin family who were killed, and his heart will become more and more choked. .

It's just a vicious circle.

The day before yesterday, he contacted his uncle He Wenyuan privately, met with him, and tried psychological counseling, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"Don't be too stubborn, you should go out and have fun more, relax your mind, and don't always be tense."

Qiu Ye listened to his uncle's suggestion and came out of the house, but he still couldn't cheer up.

I wonder if Ji Mingzhe has returned to China?I don't know what happened to Lin Xiurui in the end?

He originally wanted to contact Ji Mingzhe, but the other party didn't know if he changed the number on purpose, and the previous call couldn't get through.

Qiu Ye had no choice but to find someone else to find out Lin Xiurui's whereabouts for him, but there was no news yet.

He couldn't help sighing, then brushed his hair and sat up, reaching for the wine on the table.

"Brother Qiu, your leg is injured, you'd better drink juice." A clear voice beside him said.

Qiu Ye turned his head, and only then remembered that Ju Si Le was there tonight, and the other party was sitting beside him at some point, holding a glass of orange juice, looking at him with a tilted head and a smile.

"Here," seeing Qiu Ye looking over, he smiled and handed it to Qiu Ye's lips.

Qiu Ye tilted his head back, and was about to take the cup to say thank you, but the door of the private room was pushed open, and Ji Mingzhe walked in from outside with a blank expression.