Chapter 642: Complex Feelings

"He needs it."

Zhan Tingbei's voice was deep and powerful.

"He needs to compensate you to redress his guilt as a father."

"You seem to understand him very well."

Qiao Yanmeng burst out laughing.

Zhan Tingbei just shook his head: "I don't quite understand, but maybe there is one thing we have in common."

"What?"

"Love you."

Qiao Yanmeng was silent for a long time and did not continue speaking.

She didn't know when she fell asleep leaning on Zhan Tingbei's shoulder.

All I know is that when I woke up again, there was noisy sound in my ears.

The nurse and the doctor pushed Qiao Hengguo out, and Qiao Yanmeng's heart almost jumped into her throat.

Fortunately, Qiao Hengguo's face was not covered by the white cloth.

He is still alive.

Qiao Yanmeng stood up and asked, "How is he?"

"The situation is not good. Excessive blood loss has resulted in insufficient blood supply to the brain. Although his vital signs are relatively stable, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to wake up."

A vegetative state?

Qiao Yanmeng watched them push Qiao Hengguo into the ward, and then one cold tube after another was inserted into Qiao Hengguo's body.

From now on, Qiao Hengguo will rely on these relationships to survive.

It doesn't matter whether it's decent or not.

Everything that Qiao Hengguo had pursued in the past seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

Qiao Yanmeng looked at Qiao Hengguo through the glass of the ward and sighed after a long time.

Zhan Tingbei put his hand on Qiao Yanmeng's shoulder and comforted her softly: "At least you're still alive."

"You really are not good at comforting people."

Qiao Yanmeng complained helplessly.

Zhan Tingbei raised his eyebrows: "But you are not as sad as before."

"I can't be sad forever," Qiao Yanmeng's mood finally stabilized, "Being sad won't help him wake up, it's better to help him get revenge, maybe if he lets it go, he can wake up."

Zhan Tingbei readily accepted advice.

"The man has been caught."

"Where?"

“The old place.”

Qiao Yanmeng nodded, turned around and said, "I'll go over now."

"So urgent?"

Zhan Tingbei said this, but still followed, "I thought you would want to eat something first."

"No appetite."

Now that Qiao Yanmeng closed her eyes, all she could see was scarlet red.

That was Qiao Hengguo's fate.

South City Warehouse.

Xia Xue was tied to the iron frame with all four limbs bound tightly, leaving no room for struggle.

The warehouse was pitch black and silent, and Xia Xue's heart was involuntarily filled with overwhelming fear.

She hesitated and asked, "Is anyone there?"

The only response she got was her own echo.

What is the situation now?

She had clearly driven away just now, but before she reached the second intersection, more than a dozen cars surrounded and blocked her.

She had no choice but to abandon the car and leave, but what awaited her were only more people.

It seems that Zhan Tingbei really spent a lot of effort to win her over.

I had clearly changed the location of Qiao Yanmeng's phone, so how did he find me?

Xia Xue knew she couldn't escape, so she simply threw the gun to the ground and raised her hands to beg for mercy.

Then she was brought to this dilapidated warehouse.

It had been abandoned for a long time, but there were still dried bloodstains on the ground.

Obviously, Zhan Tingbei used this place for other purposes.

Xia Xue really couldn't understand the empty warehouse. What on earth did they want to do? Were they leaving her to wait for death in this place where no one could help her?

Just as Xia Xue was daydreaming, the warehouse door was pushed open.

The heavy and rotten sound hit Xia Xue's eardrums. She looked up and a familiar figure appeared in her eyes.

Qiao Yanmeng.

"You are so lucky. There are always people who are willing to go through fire and water for you, and are willing to die for you. I want to know how many people you are prepared to kill before you are done!"

Xia Xue cursed loudly, but Qiao Yanmeng seemed not to hear her and gradually walked into the warehouse.

Zhan Tingbei followed her and brought seven or eight people with him. Some of them lit candles, finally bringing some light to the dark warehouse.

The faint light shone on Qiao Yanmeng's face, and Xia Xue could only then see the ruthlessness in her eyes.

"Tell me about it."

Qiao Yanmeng sat down on the chair in front of Xia Xue and sneered, "Tell me your purpose. I don't think you would be willing to be forced to tell me. This is your last chance."