Divorced, still making trouble?

The night was very cold, with a piercing chill that only penetrated into the cracks of human bones. There was a wind outside, and the sky that had just been clear for a day began to rain again.

Qiu Ye's breath was very weak, and the ambiguous voice mixed with the hot blood was even softer like the wind in the night, making it difficult for people to hear what he said.

Ji Mingzhe didn't want to know either, so he squatted down again with the strength of Qiu Ye's pulling him, and then fired the safety gun and put it on Qiu Ye's jaw.

"Who is He Wenyuan to you?" He asked the first sentence of the reunion.

"Uncle." Qiu Ye replied subconsciously.

"Do you know that he is the 'teacher' who took me away when I was young?" Ji Mingzhe asked again.

Qiu Ye was stunned for a few seconds, and then he suddenly woke up from the state of fainting, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"You, what did you say?"

Because the tone was too urgent, the blood gushing up from his throat choked the intake pipe, and Qiu Ye let out a heart-piercing coughing sound, but he regained his strength as if he had recovered his strength, and stretched out his hand to grab Ji Mingzhe's clothes, trying to get out of it. Get up on the ground.

Looking at his reaction, Ji Mingzhe had already got the answer, he took the clothes back from Qiu Ye's hand, and stood up.

"We're settled." He said to Qiu Ye.

He also ordered the subordinates who were standing by, "Send him to the hospital."

Immediately, Ji Mingzhe went downstairs with a gun in his hand. Qiu Ye was lying on the ground coughing up blood. His subordinates were afraid that something might happen to him, so they didn't dare to delay, so they quickly called other brothers to send him to the emergency center of the city hospital.

After a series of examinations, Qiu Ye had three broken ribs, stomach bleeding, and lung damage... his life was in danger.

The two subordinates who sent here didn't quite know what the relationship between Ji Mingzhe and Qiu Ye was, and they didn't know whether they should tell each other about it. After discussing it, they first reported it to their boss, Ji Shaoze.

"You don't need to tell him for the time being," Ji Shaoze said in silence for a moment, "If you have the result, let me know first."

After giving the order, Ji Shaoze hung up the phone, then looked at the rain outside the window and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Someone next to him handed over a glass of red wine.

Ji Shaoze took it, took advantage of the opportunity to kiss that slender and beautiful hand, and then said, "I'm worrying about Ah Zhe and Qiu Ye."

When he was in Country F, he already knew about Ji Mingzhe's experience since he was a child. It was not innocent for Qiu Ye to be beaten to death, but he also saw the madness of Qiu Ye looking for Ji Mingzhe everywhere this year.

If the other party really died, I wonder if Ah Zhe would be sad?

"Also, I wonder if Ji Haodong's children living outside are having a bad life?" Ji Shaoze said after taking a sip of his wine.

The man next to him listened, clinked glasses with him, and gave a suggestion, "If you want to know, you can get them all back."

Ji Shaoze pondered for a moment, shook his head, and smiled, "Forget it, let it be, the few around the old man back then were not worry-free, maybe I have to clean up the house if I find them."

It was midnight of the next day when Qiu Ye woke up. He lay on the hospital bed with his eyes open for a while, then got up and pulled out all kinds of tubes inserted in his body, and got out of bed with difficulty.

The mobile phone and wallet were placed on the table, Qiu Ye went to get them, found his windbreaker from the pile of clothes folded next to him, wrapped it around his body, and went out.

It was quiet in the hospital. The nurse on duty at the information desk was dozing off with one hand on her forehead. Qiu Ye let her go, walked from the ward to the elevator door, and leaned against the wall panting for breath.

In just a few short steps, his whole body was already drenched with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water. He was in pain everywhere, and every time he took a breath, his chest, lungs and ribs were even more painful like needle pricks.

Qiu Ye didn't care about these things, he dragged his seriously injured body and left the hospital in three steps, one stop, five steps and panting, then waved to stop the taxi, and went to Ji Mingzhe's residence.

It was still a miserable and rainy scene outside, Qiu Ye got off the car and arrived at the destination, and rang the doorbell of the villa in front of him.

Seeing it was him, his subordinates immediately stared in surprise, and then ran upstairs to report to Ji Mingzhe.

Ji Mingzhe had already heard voices coming out of the bedroom.

"who is it?"

"Mr. Ji, the person who was taken to the hospital yesterday is outside." The subordinate said.

Ji Mingzhe went downstairs, and through the monitor, he saw Qiu Ye standing in the rain with his forehead against the door, ringing the doorbell over and over again.

The continuous ringing told him invisibly how anxious the people outside were at the moment.

Ji Mingzhe stared at the monitor for a while with no expression on his face, then went out, and the subordinates beside him quickly took an umbrella and put it on top of his head.

The rain turned into sleet at some point, Qiu Ye was already drenched, and the cold penetrated into his limbs and bones like a bone scraper.

However, Qiu Ye didn't seem to feel it. He grabbed the iron door with his pale fingers and rang the doorbell tirelessly.

Finally, Qiu Ye raised his head when he heard the sound of rain hitting the umbrella.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Mingzhe asked.

Seeing him, Qiu Ye's anxiety was suddenly choked in his chest. Like a coward who wanted to know the truth but was afraid of knowing the truth, he hesitated for a long time before he said, "Ji Mingzhe, what do you mean by that sentence?" ?”

After a pause, he continued, "I'm not questioning you, Ji Mingzhe, I didn't understand, you said..."

"I said that He Wenyuan is also your uncle, the one who forcibly took me away," Ji Mingzhe interrupted Qiu Ye, "He is the teacher who escaped and came back."

Ji Mingzhe's words shattered the last bit of luck in Qiu Ye's heart, "How could it be..."

"When I was nine years old, I accidentally fell into a jungle and injured my leg. I met a boy of the same age there, and he said he would find someone to save me. Then I came to He Wenyuan." Ji Mingzhe said.

Qiu Ye's face was pale, and he moved his lips subconsciously, "That boy..."

"I told you this story when I met you when I was 15 years old, but you don't remember me anymore." Ji Mingzhe said coldly.

Qiu Ye couldn't help taking a step back, his body was a little shaky.

If what Ji Mingzhe said is true, then he is the chief culprit who pushed the other party into the abyss. For a while, compared with the truth that He Wenyuan is a "teacher", he doesn't know which is more unacceptable.

The rain became heavier, and the grainy frost and snow hit people's faces, and they could feel obvious pain.

Ji Mingzhe looked indifferently as Qiu Ye fell into the rain in embarrassment because of the unbearable blow.

He believed that Qiu Ye didn't know He Wenyuan's identity, and that the other party's shocked expression on the balcony was not fake, but this could only allow him to let Qiu Ye go, and not kill him.

But he hated Qiu Ye.

Being stepped into the abyss again and again, the feeling of being left behind made this hatred deeply rooted in my heart.

Now, after knowing that the "teacher" is Qiu Ye's uncle, he has finally grown up and cannot be easily shaken.