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C917

"No, I'm not going back."

Ding Pei said in a cold voice.

"Xiao Pei, it's a mess here now. "I really don't trust you …"

Ding Mo said worriedly.

"Brother, you and I are both people who have come from the rain and wind, what does this matter count as?"

"Xiao Pei, it's different this time."

Ding Mo held the coffee in both of his hands and said with a serious expression.

"Brother, to me, is there anything different? "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Ding Pei said, lowering her head and sipping her coffee.

"Xiao Pei …"

"Brother …"

Ding Pei tilted her head and looked at Ding Mo. Her eyes were cold and stubborn.

"…"

Ding Mo felt helpless and knew that he couldn't persuade her no matter what.

Gu Nianshi walked out after drinking half of the coffee.

"Doctor Gu, how is Director Hee now?"

Ding Mo and Ding Pei quickly stood up with a deep worry between their eyebrows.

"Now that our lives are out of danger, the signs are slowly being restored."

Gu Nianshi put his hands into the pockets of his white coat, twitched his mouth and said.

"Doctor Gu, the CEO wants Director Hee to go to Yunjing for follow-up treatment, what do you think?"

"Wait another two days?"

Gu Nianshi frowned and whispered.

Although Hee Shen got his life back, the situation was still a bit unstable. He had to get to the Intensive Care Unit before he could go back to the Yunjing for the follow-up treatment.

"Alright."

Ding Mo nodded.

"I'll head over first."

Gu Nianshi pinched his sore brow and said tiredly.

"Doctor Gu, thank you for your hard work."

Ding Mo smiled at him.

Gu Nianshi pursed his lips, turned around and left.

His back was a little lonely and a little sad.

He 'borrowed' Helan Xi's' Absolute Soul Grass'. Next, he had to return it with his life.

He promised Xiao Qi that he would convince Helan Xi to use the Flower of Interpretation. But he was not sure.

This was more difficult than any other disease that he could think of.

How could he not know how deep Helan Xi's feelings were towards Fang Qingchuan.

I'm afraid, Helan Xi would rather have his soul dispersed than to …

Sigh.

"..."

Cloud Lake.

The Cloud Lake increased.

Helan Xi finished his lunch, rinsed his mouth, exercised a little, and lay down to take a nap.

Life in prison was boring and devoid of any pleasure.

The high wall electric net bound his freedom and his soul.

But he was different from the others.

He had come here to 'hide'.

If he could, he would rather die here.

But he would not be old.

His complexion was always so noble and noble.

A streak of white light slid past the small window on the other side of the cell.

He landed lightly on the ground.

Xiao Qi looked at Helan Xi, who had already fallen asleep.

He didn't expect that he would be able to confirm the answer so quickly.

Was Young Master's Flower of Interpretation really that Fang Qingchuan?

What could he do next to persuade him?

Although Gu Nianshi promised, he would definitely do it. However, he understood Helan Xi's personality the best.

Once a decision was made, it was very difficult to change it.

The wind was blowing.

As the wind blew in, the gardenias in the plastic vase began to dance.

"Changed?"

Xiao Qi glanced outside and muttered softly.

"You're back?"

Behind him, a low voice that was as warm as water could be heard.

"Young Master, did I disturb you?"

Xiao Qi turned around and walked in front of Helan Xi.

"Nope."

Helan Xi slowly sat up. He withdrew his gaze and looked at him.

"Has he been rescued?"

"Yes, it has already escaped from my life."

Xiao Qi lowered her head and replied.

"That's good."

Helan Xi lifted the thin blanket on his body and stood up.

His grey clothes were wrapped around his proud bones, and he had a long, slender body, exuding an oppressing aura.

"Young master, it's a different day. Wear one more set of clothes."

A grey, thin jacket appeared in Xiao Qi's hand.

"Yes."

Helan Xi did not refuse.

Xiao Qi hurriedly put on his coat.

Suddenly, a cell phone appeared in his palm that was shaking non-stop.

"Young master, it's Director Lu …"

"…"

Helan Xi glanced at the screen. It was indeed Lu Yiyao's phone number.

He took it and slid it open.

"Yiyao …"

The low, gentle voice was like the wind blowing through a weeping willow. It was neither warm nor cold.

"Mr. Helan, what do you have to say about the situation in the Central Region?"

Lu Yiyao sat on the sofa in the living room with his long legs crossed, looking arrogant. Her straight, sword-like eyebrows creased slightly.

Central Factory became more and more chaotic, and was already reaching an uncontrollable state.

Of course, all of this was still under his control.

However, Hee Shen's sudden injury had disrupted his plans. He didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless.

Now it seemed that he had to make a big move.

"Yiyao, you are now Helan Family's son-in-law, you can interfere."

Helan Xi said warmly.

"Alright."

Lu Yiyao answered very straightforwardly. It was as if they were waiting for him to say something.

"Yiyao, An Ge has you, so I'm very confident."

Helan Xi slightly raised his head. At the bottom of his eyes, there was some mist.

"…"

Lu Yiyao's deep gaze tensed up and a sense of unease arose in his heart.

Why did Helan Xi sound like he was saying something?

"Yiyao, is there anything else?"

"Nope."

"Then let's do it this way first."

"Alright."

After hanging up the phone, the uneasy feeling in Lu Yiyao's heart became stronger and stronger.

He got up, paced around, and pushed open the door to the ward.

Lin Ange was already asleep with a needle on the back of her left hand. His right hand was placed lightly on his lower abdomen.

Lu Yiyao walked in and gently took her right hand and put it under the blanket. His deep gaze unconsciously fell on her lower abdomen.

The lake in his heart spread out.

His emotions were somewhat complicated.

Life and death, alternating life and death, never changing.

He stared at Lin Ange for a while. His eyelids felt heavy as he leaned back in his chair and rested.

Phantom Shadow.

Dark blood.

Mu Chuhan, with his back against a broken wall, gave him a plastic bag covered in blood.

"Yiyao, hurry up and go, take 'this thing' and leave …"

"No, we have to go together …"

Lu Yiyao's green face was tense.

"Yiyao, I can't do it anymore. Quickly leave …"

Mu Chuhan took a deep breath and whispered again.

"Hand this over to Helan Miao. Other than him, don't give anyone else …"

"Alright."0

Lu Yiyao nodded in agreement. Come here and help him up.

"Yiyao, don't worry about me, quickly leave …"

Mu Chuhan raised his voice and said worriedly.

A ruthless voice sounded from nearby.

"I heard Mu Chuhan's voice. They are here. Brothers, search carefully. We will definitely capture him and retrieve the 'A.I. Chip'. Otherwise, Second Young Master will not let us go. "

"Yes …"

"Yiyao, let's go quickly …"

Mu Chuhan was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He waved his right hand with great force.

"If you want to leave, let's leave together."

A sixteen-year-old youth, stubborn and stubborn.

"If you don't leave now, none of us will survive. "They won't let us go …"

"Who are they?"

Lu Yiyao's black pupils tightened into a fist. A sharp pain came from the center of his palm.

"They are people we can't fight against …"

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