Top floor
In the ward
"Second, second brother?" Shi Ruosheng slowly stood up in the corridor.
"What's going on?" he said coldly
"I just met a group of desperate people in City C, and then..."
"How is he?"
"It's not a big deal, it's just that the external injuries are quite serious, so I took the medicine you applied externally!"
"Who is the person who is making the connection?"
"It's... it's the Giddens Gang from before."
"They have no problems?"
“Shouldn’t, shouldn’t…”
"I don't want this uncertain answer!" The man said gloomily, took out his cell phone and called Lin Shen.
"Hello, Master?"
"Go check the Gimmick Gang in City C and see who's active on the street tonight."
"Yes, Master, I'll check it out right away!"
He hung up the phone and asked coldly, "How much was taken?"
Shi Ruosheng, like a young man who had done something wrong, lowered his brow and said softly, "They were all taken."
"How much was the transaction?"
"About, about 350 million!"
“US dollars?”
"yes--"
"Where did you meet?"
"From the deep bend suburbs of City C to the provincial highway of City A!"
"I understand. Take care of him. Call me when he comes out!" The man raised his foot and left coldly.
"Okay..." He couldn't help but lower his head and responded
a long time
He was the only one left in the silent corridor.
"Ding ning ning——" the phone passed by my ear
He sighed, took out his phone helplessly, and swiped to connect:
"Brother?"
"What happened? Si Chen is in the hospital?"
"Well, I just suffered some minor skin injuries. Don't worry, big brother. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."
"real?"
"real!"
"Xiao Wu, I don't want you to lie to me!" The voice on the other end suddenly became low, implying a hint of indescribable oppression.
Shi Ruosheng opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.
"Tell me, Xiaowu, how is his injury?"
He squatted down weakly and whispered helplessly: "Brother, Fourth Brother is seriously injured!"
"He was beaten until he was covered in blood. In the end, he couldn't even stand up, but... he still wanted me to leave first!"
"Am I... am I useless? I didn't... I didn't protect Fourth Brother well..."
A few minutes later, his eyes were red as he spoke, and even his tone gradually became depressed. "I... I just lied to Second Brother. I said he only suffered minor injuries, but... but now, Fourth Brother... he hasn't come out yet!"
"What did you say?!" Mingchen's phone was so unstable that he almost dropped it. He turned around, tugging at his costume and said, "Is it at Fu San's place? I'll be there right now!"
"Well, I'm here with Third Brother. Well, that's good. Big Brother, please be careful. I... I'll be waiting here for Big Brother."
"Hmm..." Mingchen hung up the phone, quickly changed his clothes, and walked out of the lounge.
Outside
Everyone waiting to take pictures of the night scene was startled and started to ask, "Ming Yingdi? Where are you going?"
"Ming Yingdi, why did you change your clothes?"
"Ming the Movie Emperor, are you not filming anymore?"
"Ming Yingdi, our scenes tonight..."
"Ming Yingdi, and your night scene!"
"Mingchen!? Where are you going?!"
"Mingchen!?"
He walked out indifferently, "I have something to do, I'm taking a leave of absence from the evening scene!"
…
Talking about the house
After taking a bath, the little girl suddenly became nervous while holding the script in her hand.
Tomorrow is her first audition in her life. I wonder if she can succeed?
So with such uneasy and inexplicable emotions, I slowly fell asleep.
The light in the room was left on until midnight, as if it had been forgotten.
So much so that Tan Rufan, who was downstairs, thought that the little girl was secretly staying up late, and climbed up angrily, but was stunned the moment he opened the door.
The little girl looked like she was sleeping restlessly. She kicked the silk quilt on her body and tossed and turned repeatedly. She seemed to lack a sense of security and shrank to the innermost corner.
But she held the document-like thing in her arms tightly, even tighter than she held a doll when she was little.
He walked in quietly, stepped over the blanket and the small table, walked to the other side of the bed, and slowly lowered his body.
He reached out and gently pulled out the document. He lowered his head, glanced at it casually, and was stunned.
This is?
Script?
Qingqing, what she has been holding in her arms, is it the script of a play?
He looked over with an inexplicable and distressed look, touched the little girl's face, and whispered, "How could you like this road?"
"This is not what my brother is good at. What should I do if someone bullies you in the future?"
He sighed helplessly as he pulled the corner of the quilt over the little girl, tucked it in carefully, turned off the wall lamp in the room, and walked out.
But--
He would not allow anyone to bully their little princess.
No one can!
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