"I can't get over, call me if there is any situation." Meng Chen said, "It's very difficult for the old man to deal with, please be prepared."

"I think he is not young and has a very strong body. I am convinced that he dares to go to the riverside to play this trick when he is old."

"I've been smart for a lifetime, and I'm so confused at this age." Meng Chen didn't have too many expressions on his face. He felt that this was a very pertinent evaluation of Qin Shien.

When he was young, he was dominating the shopping malls and with Li Li's skills, most people were afraid of the old man.

When I am old, I still look glorious, but I refuse to admit that I am being used by others and led by others.

"Have Fang Lan found it?" Meng Chen asked.

"Not yet, she is said to be seriously injured?"

"Yes, she doesn't know how to water."

"That's probably a life-and-death."

The director talked to Meng Chen for a while before hanging up the phone.

Butler Sun has entered the ward to take care of Ye Jiaqi. She is guarding the bedside, as if she is guarding her own child.

After Meng Chen and the director made a phone call, they told their subordinates that they had completely blocked the news and found someone to go to the cemetery to visit Butler Tang.

This Qingming Festival is very uneasy.

Everything that happened at night was suppressed by Meng Shen.

It's like the river water, and when dawn comes, it returns to a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The ward was brightly lit and the heating was sufficient.

Butler Sun brought the young master's little tiger to Ye Jiaqi.

She didn't know how to comfort Ye Jiaqi, but she knew that Ye Jiaqi liked Qiao Chengfan very much and planned to put the little tiger in the trunk before leaving.

The cute little tiger was standing beside Ye Jiaqi's pillow and sat cutely.

Butler Sun held Ye Jiaqi's cold hand and sighed.

While in London, she also saw Josnian injured, but never once was as serious as this.

But she knew that Qiao Sinian would not regret it, but was very relieved because Ye Jiaqi was fine.

Butler Sun also stayed up all night. Like Meng Chen, she was guarding the news about Qiao Sinian.

"Miss Ye, no matter what, you must wake up safely, at least the young master is still waiting for you." Butler Sun's voice was soft and choked.

Even if Mr. Qiao is gone, the young master is still there.

There are many beautiful people and things in this world.

Ye Jiaqi is still young too.

As she thought about it, Butler Sun's eyes became wet. She raised the back of her hand and wiped it, and turned around.

This feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry is not good.

After following Mr. Qiao for six years, she had already regarded Mr. Qiao as her relative in her heart. Now that something happened to Mr. Qiao, how could she be calm?

But she couldn't cry.

At least you can't cry in front of Ye Jiaqi.

The dark night is silent.

Outside the window is the dark sky, and the darkness is pressing over the capital.

After Meng Chen finished explaining everything, he went to the smoking room alone to smoke for a night.

He sat in pain on the chair, with uninterrupted smoke between his fingers.

Xiaofan's smoke is not strong enough, he has enough smoke.

He was choked by the smoke several times and he kept coughing in the smoking room alone.

The cough echoed, and his heart would hurt even more.

Meng Chen's eyes were already red, the corners of his eyes were moist and moist, his nose was sour and his throat seemed to be blocked by stones.

He locked the door of the smoking room, and he kept smoking inside.

But why, nicotine cannot relieve nerve pain at all, and the heart and mouth are still trembling violently?
Chapter completed!