After I was reborn, I became a big boss

Chapter 53 Don't Be Afraid, Let's Go Home
At this time, Zhang Jingting's throat was so painful that it was as if Huo Ziqing's neck had been removed. It hurt and he felt suffocated.

Because he couldn't breathe, his face was bulging with blue veins, which made him, who was originally handsome, suddenly become ferocious and terrifying, like an evil spirit that had just crawled out of hell but would die here at any time.

He cried in pain, seeing Huo Ziqing's scarlet phoenix eyes in his blurred vision, he hurriedly wanted to tell Huo Ziqing that he never touched Yun Weiwei at all.

But he couldn't speak, he opened his mouth and frantically wanted to tell Huo Ziqing that he didn't even touch Yun Weiwei's hand, he didn't do anything, except to use a special kind of incense to make her sleep more deeply .

"This one?" Huo Ziqing's shiny black leather shoes stepped on Zhang Jingting's right hand, his voice was deep and magnetic, and it was so beautiful but full of murderous blood type, "Or the other one?"

Zhang Jingting was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, he could only open his mouth, and kept trying to explain to Huo Ziqing, but he couldn't say a word.

pain.

It hurts too much.

He didn't touch Yun Weiwei at all. He had the courage to touch her, but he didn't have time to touch her.

"I can't tell, it means that both hands touched Weiwei!" Huo Ziqing's low voice was as sharp as a knife, and the moment he stepped on Zhang Jingting's hand, he lifted his foot, and then he stepped on it heavily.

"Crack." There was a crisp sound.

It was the first time for Zhang Jingting to feel the bone-piercing pain, but he saw Huo Ziqing step on and break his wrist, and he also heard the sound of bones breaking.

Shameless!
Huo Ziqing clearly knew that he was the conductor of the orchestra, and the most important thing was his hands.

But Huo Ziqing didn't hurt him anywhere, except his hand. As the conductor of the orchestra, if he didn't have hands, then he would be useless and not qualified to be a conductor.

Huo Ziqing's personal revenge was simply to destroy his future.

He was full of hatred, but he didn't dare to show it at this moment, he was afraid of making Huo Ziqing even more angry.

But when he saw that Huo Ziqing only trampled off his hand, he was actually happy, so could he keep his hand?

Huo Ziqing saw a fluke in Zhang Jingting's eyes full of pain, he moved his foot away, then turned slightly, raised his foot and stepped on it again.

Zhang Jingting thought that Huo Ziqing would let him go once, but he watched helplessly as Huo Ziqing had no intention of letting him go.

He heard a "cracking" sound, and another severe pain hit his wrist, his body convulsed with pain, and he couldn't bear the pain any longer, he rolled his eyes and passed out in pain.

"Young Master Huo, what should we do with him?" Seeing that Zhang Jingting had passed out, the man in the windbreaker said calmly and respectfully, "This is a tall building, I can throw him down."

Huo Ziqing's cold and deep phoenix eyes had already landed on his wife Yun Weiwei. After the anger he had just vented on Zhang Jingting, his tense mind relaxed a little, causing him to gasp weakly.

He didn't respond, he just walked in front of Yun Weiwei step by step, raised his fine-boned and slightly trembling hands, and gently stroked her pale as paper cheeks.

Immediately, his scarlet and cold phoenix eyes were filled with worry because of his anger at Zhang Jingting.

Her face is hot.

He put his hand on her forehead, it was very hot.

At this moment, he was even more angry, because Yun Weiwei had a high fever, but Zhang Jingting didn't take her to see a doctor, but only brought her to open a room.

Originally he wanted to kill Zhang Jingting, but then he wanted to make Zhang Jingting die too happily. After all, the most terrible thing in the world is not death, but living a life that is worse than death.

So he chose to abolish Zhang Jingting, making Zhang Jingting not only unable to direct, but also ruined his future, and will become a waste in the future.

But Yun Weiwei's illness made him extremely hate, and the idea of ​​killing was in his mind.

He leaned over to hug a princess and hugged her in his arms, then walked towards the door.

"Zhang Jingting once said that he likes the Northern Lights, so let him go to the North Pole and let him see it all." His voice was as cold as a demon in hell.

"Yes, Young Master Huo, I'll take him to the North Pole personally now." The man in the windbreaker responded respectfully to Huo Ziqing, and pointed out: "I have been following my wife, and Zhang Jingting didn't meet her at all. The waitress was one step ahead of him and hugged his wife on the push chair."

Huo Ziqing's phoenix eyes flashed, he didn't say anything and left with Yun Weiwei in his arms.

As the helicopter lifted off, Huo Ziqing hugged Yun Weiwei tightly in his arms, and his delicate kisses fell on her hot cheeks.

"We'll be home in a minute, the doctor will treat you and I'll be by your side with you."

His heart was too tense and his voice trembled, because he was afraid, he couldn't bear her suffering, and he hoped that he had a high fever and fell ill, not her.

Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain in his heart, which made him understand that his heart condition was getting worse.

No.

No!
He absolutely can't leave her again because of the previous situation, at least she is still in a coma, then she can't see his pain.

pain.

He hurriedly took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, because his heart disease must not let the emotion be too intense, emotion is the only root cause of his attack.

However, no matter how Huo Ziqing tried to control his emotions, he couldn't stabilize his mind because he lost control.

He looked at Yun Weiwei in his arms who was going crazy with worry, even if Zhang Jingting was thrown to the North Pole to die, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Every minute and every second on the helicopter was like a century to Huo Ziqing.

When the plane landed on the tarmac of the villa, his whole body was trembling with obvious heartache, and he didn't want anyone to touch Yun Weiwei.

He endured the pain of tearing his heart, and he got off the plane.

"Go to the medical room, quick." He ordered with chattering teeth.

The scooter drove quickly in the villa to the medical room, which was originally where Huo Ziqing treated his illness, but tonight he stayed by Yun Weiwei's side instead of seeing a doctor.

"Immediately!" He hugged Yun Weiwei and placed him on the hospital bed where he had been lying before.

The 24-hour doctors saw Huo Ziqing appearing with Yun Weiwei in his arms. They saw Huo Ziqing's pale face and were about to treat him.

As a result, Huo Ziqing's words made them rush forward to treat Yun Weiwei.

Huo Ziqing held Yun Weiwei's right hand tightly, and his heart ached.

"How many degrees?" He asked immediately after seeing the doctor's temperature measurement.

"Forty." The doctor told Huo Ziqing respectfully, "Let's cool down my wife right now."

When Huo Ziqing heard that Yun Weiwei's temperature had reached forty degrees, he gritted his teeth in hatred and panicked.

At this moment, Qiao Baozhu and Huo Tianxing, who had received Huo Ziqing's return, quickly came to the ward. When Qiao Baozhu saw her son Huo Ziqing standing beside Yun Weiwei, she burst into tears.

"Ziqing, do you want to die? Do you know that I'm going crazy, and you went out to find Weiwei! Have you ever thought about how my father and I feel?"

(End of this chapter)