Zhong Yilu looked at the skylight covering his profile, outlining the man's handsome eyebrows and eyes like the undulating mountains, handsome and outstanding, proud and noble, and swallowed back the words in his heart.
"Pay attention to yourself. Based on the frequency of your vomiting blood, the microbial activity in your blood is becoming more and more frequent. I still say the same thing. Before I find a medicine to control it, you'd better rest more and worry less, and reduce the speed of blood circulation in your body, otherwise even a god can't save you!"
…
Qiao Nian said she was going out to make a phone call, but she didn't actually go very far.
She reported the progress of the lawsuit to Ye Maoshan, and when she looked up, she saw two people talking in the corridor. From the distance she was standing, she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.
But she knew Zhong Yilu. From the irritability that was revealed on Zhong Yilu's face, which he tried hard to control, she could tell that his emotions were out of control and he was very excited as he was talking to Ye Wangchuan.
On the other hand, Ye Wangchuan...
Qiao Nian was unsure of his reaction. He looked indifferent and would occasionally reply to Zhong Yiliu with a word or two, but most of the time it was difficult to detect any changes in his emotions from his eyes.
But unfortunately, Qiao Nian is one of the few people in the world who can detect his changes.
She could feel that he was hiding something from her, and as time went on, Qiao Nian's sixth sense became stronger.
Ji Lin, Zhong Yilu...they might be insiders.
While Qiao Nian was thinking about something, she twisted her left thumb unconsciously and leaned against the wall leisurely. She didn't go over immediately to give them enough time.
What exactly did Ye Wangchuan hide from her
…
She was thinking about this question all the way back from the hospital, so much so that when Ye Wangchuan tried to talk to her several times in the car, she was distracted and didn't hear.
After arriving at the hotel and before getting out of the car, Qiao Nian received another call from Liang Feng, asking her to come over and help communicate with the FBI, as they were deliberately making things difficult for her and didn't want to release her.
Qiao Nian had no choice but to get out of the car first, picked up the bag she had brought with her, bent down and said to the man in the car, "I'm going to the FBI."
"Okay." Ye Wangchuan put one hand on the steering wheel. On the wrist exposed from the cuffs was a black mechanical watch, which revealed his elegance in his casualness.
Qiao Nian had already closed the car door and walked out to get a taxi, but then she noticed something, opened the door and got in, watching the black sedan drive into the parking lot. Suddenly, she patted the driver's seat in front of her and said in a deep voice, "Drive back." "Ah?" The driver didn't understand what was going on. He looked back in the rearview mirror and saw her dark eyes and cold aura, then subconsciously followed her instructions and drove the car back to the hotel entrance.
"Thanks."
Qiao Nian gave him the money, opened the door and got out of the car, walked briskly into the hotel, took the elevator directly down to the underground garage.
'Ding-'
The elevator door opens.
As soon as Qiao Nian went out, he opened his cell phone, flipped to the top number and dialed it.
She herself walked along the road, following the rows of parking spaces, while listening carefully to sounds from all directions.
The hotel garage is big enough, but there are not many people there. Any sound in the open space will be particularly clear.
When Qiao Nian heard a series of bells, he immediately followed and walked towards the southeast with a clear goal.
A few seconds later.
Before the call was about to end.
The other end picked up the phone.
The man said in a relaxed tone: "What's wrong, did you forget to take something?"
Qiao Nian even heard his short, light laugh in the receiver, which sounded relaxed and cheerful, without any clues.
But her eyes were dark at this moment, and she couldn't smile at all. She walked from the back of the car and tapped on the driver's window with her fingers bent.
Holding the phone in one hand, he said in a deep voice, "Open the window."