Mysterious husband always comes late at night

There was a moment of silence, and then came Lu Feng's voice, "the boss was seriously injured and shed a lot of blood. The doctor said he was worried about his life. Now he is still lying in the intensive care unit. Miss Anning, my boss is too miserable."

Wei Anning's heart picked up. She couldn't sit still. While urging the driver to hurry up, she asked, "which hospital are you in?"

Lu Feng reported the name of the hospital and hung up. He looked back at Leng Youchen sitting in the hospital hall and said, "boss, I helped you cheat people over. You can deal with the next thing yourself."

Leng Youchen Jun's face was a little white. The bullet flew over his shoulder. At the moment, although it had been bandaged, it was unbearable.

He closed his eyes slightly. "Did you check who did it?"

"Yes, but the other party was obviously well-trained and didn't leave any traces. After tracking for a while, I completely lost the man's trace. Boss, you should have no enemies in London. Who wants to assassinate you? " Lu Feng wondered.

Leng Youchen opened his eyes, and his eyes swept towards the injury on his shoulder. His thin lips pursed slightly, thinking of the moment of lightning flint last night.

When he returned to Caesar's ten miles, it was almost 10:30. The entrance of the community needed to swipe the card before the car could enter. When he stopped swiping the card, the light from the corner of his eye swept the man hidden in the dark and was holding a pistol at him to pull the trigger.

Say it sooner or later.

He dodged by intuition. The gun flew over his shoulder and nailed it to the door of the co pilot's seat. He bent down, picked up the pistol placed in the cupboard and hit back. The other party was shot and fled in a hurry.

The man didn't want his life. It seemed that he was just trying. Seeing that he fought back with a gun, he quickly ran away. He didn't love war and was not a fugitive.

"I don't know." Leng Youchen said faintly.

Lu Feng was so frightened that his chin was about to fall off. "You don't know who assassinated you? Boss, I don't think the Feng Shui in Britain is good. We can't come. You see, we were besieged in Birmingham last time and shot last night... "

"Shut up!" Leng Youchen impatiently interrupted him.

Lu Feng patted his forehead, "Oh, I remember, is this related to miss Anning?"

Leng Youchen frowned and had such doubts in his heart, but why did this man attack him? Was he warning him? He couldn't help thinking of the man like the breeze and the moon, and his thin lips aroused a sneer.

Lu Feng looked at the contemptuous sneer on his mouth and said, "boss, do you have someone in your heart?"

"Go and prepare a ward for me."

"Ah, boss, aren't you just hurt by some skin trauma?"

Leng Youchen looked at him coldly, "if you go, you go. There's so much nonsense. No wonder you're still single now."

"..." Lu Feng was hit by 10000 points in his heart.

It's so cold to settle down. Youchen, when Lu Feng came out of the ward, he saw Linda running in a hurry, grabbed Lu Feng's wrist anxiously and asked, "Lu Feng, how's my Chen? How can I be attacked?"

Lu Feng saw Linda and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I went to Caesar's ten miles to find me Chen. I heard that there was a gunfight there last night. As soon as I asked them who was attacked, the security guard said it was Asian, I guessed it was me Chen. I didn't answer your calls, so I found it myself. What happened to Chen? Was he badly hurt? "

Lu Feng brushed her hand away. "Go in, he's in the ward."