Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 655 The Big Boss Behind the Scenes (18)
Jin Ziqi pointed to the old man surrounded by medical staff on the other side of the road and asked her, "What's going on?"

"This is not the first time. The old man often runs out of the mental hospital. His favorite thing is to hang around this street. Sometimes he pretends to be a detective or something, and occasionally he can cheat some money..."

The employee said, looking at Jin Ziqi and Qin Yuan with a strange expression: "Could it be that you were also deceived by him?"

Jin Ziqi and Qin Yuan: "..."

And the old man has been brought over by the medical staff with tied hands, and he is talking with a young medical staff: "Let me tell you, I studied the celestial phenomenon last night and found that there will be a meteor shower in the next few days. At that time, there will be aliens mixed in the meteorite and come to the earth, I think we should do a good job of defense..."

Jin Ziqi was doused with cold water, and more importantly, he was cheated out of more than 2000 euros.

"I'm sorry, I was too excited just now, and your money was also..."

Jin Ziqi looked at Qin Yuan apologetically.

Qin Yuan didn't take it to heart: "It's justifiable, but I would do the same thing if I were to care about it. It's human nature."

Jin Ziqi looked at the ambulance gradually driving away, recalled what the old man said, and still had a little hope.

"His arm did get blown up, and maybe what he said wasn't totally unbelievable."

"You mean his little arm?"

The female employee who hadn't left gave a chuckle, "His arm was scalded when he stole pastry from the restaurant across the street and accidentally touched the stove a few days ago. It was beaten out by the chef of the restaurant, and we all saw it."

Jin Ziqi: "..."

At night, Jin Ziqi lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

It has been the eighth day, and there is still no news. The fact that the old man is a mentally ill person is undoubtedly a great irony to Jin Ziqi, and only the mentally ill agree with her idea that Song Qiyan is not dead.

There have been more than one phone call from the mainland.

Jin Ziqi sat up, barefoot and stood in front of the window in a nightgown——

Do you really just give up like this?

Where the hell are you?

Why is everyone and everything telling me you're gone?

Am I really thinking too much?

The luster in Jin Ziqi's eyes faded, revealing an obscure gloomyness.

Slowly turned around, went to the coffee table and poured a glass of cold water, sat on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously.

Late at night, around two o'clock in the morning, some men in black suddenly appeared in the corridor of the hotel.

The beating red dot on the operating camera in the corner of the corridor dimmed.

"All arranged?" A magnetic and slightly hoarse male voice sounded from behind.

The man who took the lead nodded: "I added some sleeping ingredients to the water I drank at night, so I should be fast asleep."

With that said, he handed over a room card.

A long wheat-colored slender hand took it, and in the shadow was a handsome face with sharp edges and corners.

He came out of the shadows, his right arm was in a plaster cast and hung around his neck with a bandage. There were still some faint scars on his deep facial features, but it didn't affect his handsomeness, except that his thin lips were stretched a little tight.

"Are you sure you want to sneak in like this?" The man who appeared suddenly pressed his shoulder and asked with a smile.

He gave the man a sideways look, as if to dislike him for asking such an idiotic question.

"You dare not tell her that you are still alive, what are you worried about? Are you afraid that those people will deal with her?"

That's right, the man with the arms hanging was Song Qiyan, and the other was his good friend Liang Yichen.

On that day, Song Qiyan was indeed at the scene of the explosion, but he received a call from Liang Yichen on the way, and learned that Liang Yichen was also in Germany on business, and the two had little time to get together, and Liang Yichen happened to be close to that section of the road.

So the two made an appointment to meet on the side of the road. When the explosion happened, Song Qiyan got out of Liang Yichen's car and walked to his Rolls-Royce. fainted.

Song Qiyan looked down at his injured arm, and recalled the situation after leaving the hotel suite that day——

When Edward proposed to take a ride, Song Qiyan didn't object, and took his coat and went out together.

The two took the elevator downstairs. As soon as the elevator door opened, a waiter came in pushing a dining cart.

"Please let me go, let me go!"

The waiter seemed in a hurry and came in on a rampage.

Edward Ben was chatting with Song Qiyan, turning his head to look at Song Qiyan as he walked out.

So, Edward, who didn't pay attention, collided with the dining car.

The cakes on the dining car were spilled, and the chocolate cream all stuck to Edward's expensive suit.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to!"

The waiter was a girl in her early twenties who didn't look rich and almost cried when she saw that she had gotten into trouble.

Edward, who was about to scold him, couldn't bear to say anything more, so he waved his hands and nothing happened.

"If I remember correctly, you should be rushing to attend your father-in-law's birthday dinner right now?"

Edward looked at his messy suit jacket, and held his forehead: "I'm afraid I'm going to be late."

"If you don't mind, take my coat for emergency."

Song Qiyan handed him the jacket, which happened to be black and matched Edward's trousers.

Westerners have always had a bold personality, and Edward accepted it without refusing.

"Good friend, I'll bring it to you after the dinner is over."

Song Qiyan smiled and patted him on the shoulder. At that time, he didn't remember putting the wallet in the inner pocket of his suit.

What happened next needs no further explanation.

The gas exploded, and the nearby cars were blown to pieces. On the road filled with gunpowder smoke, car wreckage and flesh and blood were scattered everywhere. Liang Yichen's car escaped because it had turned around and left.

Song Qiyan was dizzy from the blast, and his eardrums were buzzing and bleeding, but he still tried his best to support himself, staggered over, and rushed to the side of the dilapidated Rolls-Royce.

The windshield was shattered into slag, and the driver had been blown up to the point where he lost his upper body, leaving only two legs on the driver's seat.

There was warm liquid flowing down from his forehead, blurring his vision. Song Qiyan fumbled around, and went to open the rear left car door to check on Edward's situation, while a bloody hand wearing a diamond ring was resting on the car window.

When Song Qiyan struggled to open the car door with all his strength, he was shocked to find that the hand was holding the car window tightly, but it had already left Edward's body, and blood was constantly gushing from the fracture.

"Help me...cough cough...help me..."

(End of this chapter)