It was the first time that Yan Qing was hung up by someone in such an arrogant manner.
It took only a second for his expression to change from stunned to unbelievable, and then his eyebrows were lowered, his anger was ignited like a prairie fire, and his hand holding the mobile phone was raised high——
That's my phone!
Wang Zhi really wanted to shout out, but he didn't dare, so he could only feel distressed in advance.
Yan Qing was furious, picked up the phone and smashed it, but at this moment, she saw a familiar figure from the corner of her eye, and then, a clear voice came.
He said, "Small, you smash."
Wang Zhi was stunned, he felt that the correct way to understand this sentence should be - try it if you feel like it!
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"Zhan, Lord Zhan." Wang Zhi didn't expect that it would be Zhan Wuyou who said this, and he couldn't help but think of another protagonist as soon as he finished yelling.
He quietly raised his eyes and looked at Lord Yan.
Yan Qing's raised hand had been put down at some point. This will be hanging a gloomy face.
"Why didn't you smash it?" Zhan Wuyou asked without any ups and downs, looking at Yan Qing with a pair of dark eyes, unable to see happiness or anger.
Yan Qing was so uncomfortable being stared at by him that she couldn't even ignite the anger that was enough to start a prairie fire.
He casually threw the phone into Wang Zhi's arms, and scolded, "Take your own phone!"
Wang Zhi, "... oh"
Zhan Wuyou sneered.
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Zhan Wu's worry-free attitude really made Yan Qing uncomfortable. He frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "I didn't tell you not to come, what are you doing here?"
Zhan Wuyou turned a deaf ear and treated him like a stranger, directly past Yan Qing and walked to Zhan Jinru's bedside.
The burned area on Zhan Jinru's chest was red and swollen with blisters. He had just had surgery on his waist and legs, and they were all immobilized. He looked more than embarrassed.
Jiang An'an obviously understood the lethality he caused, and ran quietly to call the doctor the moment Yan Qing answered the phone. This will not come back yet.
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"No, worry-free." Zhan Jinru saw the person beside the bed, and called out softly and weakly.
Zhan Wuyou smiled slightly at him, "Why is Patriarch Zhan in such a mess?"
Yan Qing thought extremely dissatisfied, she didn't even smile at me, but smiled happily at her father who abandoned her.
He really treated him too well, which made him so lawless now!
Zhan Wuyou sat on the visiting chair without any notice, took an apple from the fruit basket beside him, and began to peel it slowly. While cutting, chatting about the daily life, said, "I saw my uncle."
"Wu, Wu Xinjing?!" Zhan Jinru's pupils trembled, showing panic. "How, how, how could he come back?!"
When he knew that Wu Zijun was missing, it wasn't that he didn't think about finding him. But the permanent population of the provincial capital is more than 40 million. For a little Wu Zijun, finding her is like finding a needle in a haystack. It is not easy.
Moreover, it has been more than 20 years since Wu Xinjing left, and there is no news at all. Some people have speculated whether he encountered some accident after going abroad...
Zhan Jinru was also inclined to this guess, so he put Wu Zijun's matter aside. He devoted all his attention to the bidding for Lingjiao.
It was a milestone in his life to be able to photograph this piece of land! With such a promising land, within a few years, he will be able to trample all other families under his feet. So what if Wu Xinjing comes back? A strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake, not to mention whether he is a dragon or not now.
But, just in this vacancy, this Shashen is back!
Wu Xinjing came to ask him if he wanted someone, where could he go and make him a Wu Zijun!
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Zhan Wuyou has already peeled a beautiful apple.
He scratched it twice with the knife, put it into his mouth with the fork of the knife, and commented, "It's quite sweet."
Zhan Jinru looked at him in astonishment. "You, what are you doing?"
"En?" Zhan Wuyou looked like a fool, "Uncle didn't say he smashed your head."
Zhan Jinru turned pale, "Wu Xinjing called those people?"
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Wu Xinjing sent someone to send his ex-brother-in-law to the hospital in a high-profile manner, but the ex-brother-in-law was still wondering if it was the ghost of the opponent who had never bid on him.
Zhan Wuyou couldn't help laughing out loud, this time the smile was obviously sincere, and even his eyes were bent a little, "So Patriarch Zhan doesn't know?"
Zhan Jinru, a wealthy businessman, was able to know the information of his opponent so quickly in the past, thanks to Ruan Baichun.
Divorcing her now, it was as if he lost a pair of ears. It is not easy to find out anything.
Zhan Jinru's expression was disastrous, "What about him, others?"
"Who is Patriarch Zhan asking?" Zhan Wuyou took small bites of an apple, playing tricks on his fingertips with the fruit knife in his hand. "Uncle?"
Behind Yan Qing, Wang Zhi exclaimed a little, "Master Zhan's hand is so beautiful!"
That knife was considered sharp, and he swung it so smoothly.
Anyway, he thinks he can't do it.
Yan Biao said nothing with a sullen face, but his eyes were fixed on his moist lips.
The apple was full of moisture, Zhan Wuyou took a bite, and the corners of his lips became watery.
It looks very tempting.
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Zhan Jinru realized later. "You call Uncle Wu Xinjing?!"
Zhan Wuyou laughed this time.
When he smiles, he is obedient and soft like a harmless little pet. When he is not smiling, the surlyness of his whole body is just so rampant.
Zhan Jinru didn't know what happened, but suddenly he didn't dare to look at Zhan Wuyou. Tilting his head slightly, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly stretched out his hand and swung it, and he threw the fruit knife high into the sky.
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Everyone's gazes could not help but follow the traces of the knife flying out.
The sharp blade reflected a cold light in the air.
Zhan Wuyou threw it so hard that the knife barely stopped before it hit the ceiling, and then fell rapidly under the dual pressure of reaction force and gravity!
The sharp point of the knife pointed directly at Zhan Jinru's forehead.
Zhan Jinru panicked, and subconsciously moved his body to run away, but his body, which had just undergone surgery, was against him, unable to move!
Wang Zhi was also shocked by this scene.
That fruit knife is sharp, if it falls at this speed, it will definitely kill someone!
Murder is illegal!
He was about to rush over to catch the fruit knife.
Zhan Wuyou picked up the half-bitten apple and placed it on top of Zhan Jinru's head brutally.
Seamless docking is average, after a few tenths of a second!
'Puff', a very light sound.
The sharp blade sank into the apple.
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The corners of Zhan Jinru's lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. There was a sound of water accompanied by the smell of urine, and the dripping liquid dripped down the bed sheet onto the floor.
"Ah," Zhan Wuyou pulled out the fruit knife, took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, and smiled, "Why are you so scared?"
Wang Zhi swallowed lightly, feeling his legs were a little weak, and wanted to kneel down to Master Zhan.
Only Yan Qing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and her heart beat violently.
The apple that had been pierced by the knife was still on Zhan Jinru's forehead. At this moment, it shook slightly with his trembling, and then fell to the ground smoothly.
Zhan Wuyou lost interest, "It seems that Patriarch Zhan is indeed seriously ill, so I won't bother you." He stood up on the chair.
When passing by Yan Qing, the latter grabbed her hand.
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The sharp fruit knife was still in Zhan Wuyou's pocket. He glanced at the two of them and shook hands, and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"
"Let's have a chat." Yan Qing pulled her along, with a hint of softness in her voice, "Let's have a chat."
Zhan Wuyou looked at him, "I only listen to what I like to hear." If he didn't like to listen to it, his end might be worse than that of Zhan Jinru who was hiding on the bed.
Yan Qing understood what he meant, and repeated softly, "Let's talk."
Zhan Wuyou raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and then said briskly, "Okay, let's talk."
Wang Zhi couldn't understand what my master was playing, but seeing Yan Qing's face obviously calmed down, he felt... It's time to find Han Tang to get in touch!