His Long Love

"Feng Jiaren, what have you done?" Feng Jiazhou smashed his fist and glared at him.

However, the man in the center of the storm was not self-conscious, and continued to challenge the anger of Ji Wanzhou, "you can see for yourself."

Ji Wanzhou's face was gloomy, and he tried his best to resist not killing people here. Instead, he changed a way: "how can I believe what you say? Your hand has no chance to reach her side."

"This kind of thing, dip water dissolves, can absorb through the skin." Feng Jiaren had already prepared, and took out a transparent sealed bag containing white

powder and threw it in front of Ji Wanzhou.

"Antidote." Ji Wanzhou tightly held the bag of white powder medicine in his hand and continued to ask, "if you don't say it now, there will be no chance."

"You'll come back to me, Ji Wanzhou." Feng Jiaren seems to know that he has no way to escape. He simply lies comfortably on the big sofa in Ji Wanzhou's office. His exaggerated smile almost distorts his delicate face. "I'm waiting for you here."

Ji Wanzhou can not hide the fear, left people, watch Feng Jiaren. The whole company was shocked and didn't know what the president was crazy about today.

He drove the car himself, but he never expected that there would still be traffic jam at the morning rush hour.

He was anxious to a extreme, looking at the front of the dense convoy, a little bit of moving forward.

She kept calling Meng Qingge with one hand, but no one answered.

Panic, he got out of the car and ran, taking advantage of the red light across the crossroads, at this time, the phone call.

Just picked up the phone, Wang Meilin scolded her head and face in the phone, "Ji Wanzhou, you rubbish. Qingge is poisoned. Where are you

Poisoned.

The inside of the head instantly recalled, the ferocious face of Feng Jia, and the white powder of the bag he recognized. He could not hear what Wang Meilin was saying in his ears. Now it seems that his soul has been separated from his body and body, and he is walking in a wooden way.

His pace gradually slowed down and finally stopped in the middle of the road.

"Didi" a pickup truck galloped over, straight into the stagnant body of the season boat.

"Hello

As soon as Xu Mingyang received the phone call, he heard the noise of brakes on the opposite side, which was extremely chaotic. His eyelids were jerky, and his heart felt that something was wrong.

Wang Meilin was left by him to take care of Meng Qingge and let Xu Mingyang's men take good care of the two girls.

Wang Meilin sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the weak girl. She suffered so much trauma one after another. She was really distressed.

And now, Ji Wanzhou's life and death is uncertain, can protect her is only himself.

"Qingge, get better soon." Wang Meilin leaned on the soft chair and sighed deeply at Meng Qingge.

Upstairs, in the intensive care unit, there is not a whole body in good condition, all with high-end equipment hanging gas Jiang Siyan, slowly opened his eyes.

He was not surprised at this time that he could see the man in front of his bed. After all, he was like this, and there was no use for it.

He tried to move his limbs and found that only the index finger of his left hand could move, so he motioned the man to come to him.

The man opened his palms expertly, waiting for him to write.

He stroke by stroke, hard to write down three words, "jimengyao."

Five percent of his stake is now the biggest chip to trip up JIS.

The man received the last words and turned away. There was no cold breath when he came.

Jiang Si Yan is strange. He doesn't need to die.

But that person's next second action, broke his fluke.

He unplugged the ventilator.

After a while, he will be able to get rid of these troubles, but Qingge has never seen him from the beginning to the end.

On the other side, the Jiang family.

Feng Shumo took over the news. She felt that things were not as simple as they seemed. If Jiang Yanlin wants Jiang Siyan's life, he doesn't have to negotiate with Ji Wanzhou for so long.

After thinking about it, he kept it down.

Although she did not know what the meaning of this statement was, her intuition should be related to shares, so he ordered his people to check it.

Feng Shumo just took a breath, and Jiang Yanlin just came in.

"Ink on the face, how so bad." Jiang Yanlin seems to care about Feng Shumo, but his eyes scan around him thoroughly.

Feng Shumo was afraid that he would be suspicious, so he quickly entangled himself in the sweet and greasy way, and offered a warm kiss to Jiang Yanlin's arms.

Hospitals.

Wang Meilin stayed by the bedside for a long time. Since she was pregnant, she didn't even play with her mobile phone. She was tired at the bedside.Suddenly feel around there is movement, she quickly up to check, found that Qingge has woken up.

But I haven't regained my mind, staring at the ceiling.

Wang Meilin guessed in her heart that she didn't know what the composition of the medicine was. She had such a strong reaction that she almost put on the world outlook of fantasy novels.

When Meng Qingge saw Wang Meilin, her first reaction was to reach out and hold her and seriously said, "Meilin, it's not a late boat."

"What, not who?"

"I fainted. It has nothing to do with the boat."

Wang Meilin did not expect that she just woke up and saw that the first sentence she said was this.

"You drink some water first," Wang Meilin avoided her eyes and turned to take a glass of water. "Drink less."

Meng Qingge next to her hand over the quilt, gently sipped.

"What are you doing with me now that you are pregnant. If you don't go back to raise your baby properly, "Meng Qingge also felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward and changed a topic.

"I feel more at ease here and in the hospital." Wang Meilin said boldly.

Meng Qingge began to persuade her to go, repeatedly repeated some meaningless words to make her feel relieved. Although she said so much, she was actually anxious to ask where Ji Wanzhou was.

She encountered this matter, Ji Wanzhou will certainly have someone to attack him.

Wang Meilin, on the other hand, does not answer questions.

Pushing back and forth, Qingge asked directly, "Ji Wanzhou, where is he now?"

Wang Meilin knows she can't hide.