Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Wen Li stood amidst the wailing. She put her hands into her trouser pockets and looked up lazily at Delia on the second floor.

She spoke, extremely arrogantly: "Let me correct you, even if you have a family behind you, you are still trash."

The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it was particularly obvious among the wailing sounds, and it reached Daria's ears clearly.

Completely dumbfounded, Delia's eyes slowly focused, and the moment her gaze met Wen Li's, a chill ran up her spine.

It rushed all the way up to her scalp, making her hands and feet numb.

Delia, who was still in complete shock, had her brain down at the moment. She wasn't thinking about anything, or to be more precise, she couldn't think at all. She looked at Wen Li in a daze.

Under the delicate makeup, Daria's face was pale.

For Delia, who has always been very self-important and competitive, the blow brought to her by Wen Li was absolutely devastating.

Every punch from Wen Li felt like a hit on her face, and every kick felt like a kick on her pride.

Wen Li no longer paid any attention to the frustrated and distraught Daria.

She glanced around and her eyes fell on someone.

The man's injuries were minor, with only a broken hand.

The person who was locked in Wen Li's gaze was startled.

Wen Li: "You, go up and carry the person down for me."

The man was ready to run away, but when he heard Wen Li telling him to do some work and that he had no intention of doing anything to him, he immediately felt relieved and ran up to the second floor without a second thought.

Jasmine regained some strength, but still had difficulty walking.

"I don't want this stinky man to carry me. Who knows if he'll take advantage of me?" Jasmine refused to be touched by this muscular, sweaty, and bloody man. "Little beauty, come up and give me a hand."

"Then you just wait for death." Wen Li turned and left.

"Hey," Jasmine was anxious, and stretched out her hand with disgust to let the man pull her up, but she was determined not to let him carry her or touch her, and she used him as a crutch.

As she walked past Daria, the vindictive Jasmine cursed and said angrily, "You're lucky. If you weren't a woman, she would definitely beat you so hard that your parents wouldn't recognize you."

Good luck?

Because she is a woman, no one beat her or humiliated her?

Wen Li was clearly disdainful.

I don't bother to fight with her or humiliate her.

To Daria, Wen Li's disdain was more humiliating than beating or scolding her, more despising than taking her seriously. It wasn't that Daria was being extreme; it was simply the truth.

Wen Li walked out of the boxing ring and drove away with Jasmine.

After the car drove out of the busy and noisy street, Wen Li received a text message from Lu Xixiao. When he saw the content of the message, Wen Li frowned slightly, and then stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

Daria, tied to the chair, was quiet.

Don't know what to think.

Until someone walked in through the main door.

Daria came to her senses, looked over, and saw that it was Simon.

Simon, who arrived a little late, was shocked when he saw the boxers lying on the ground - was this done by Wen Li?

He looked at Daria on the second floor, and was stunned to confirm from Daria's condition that it was Wen Li who did it.

Simon looked at Daria expressionlessly and ordered his men, "Go and untie the young lady and bring her back."

Wen Li drove all the way to the hospital.

She walked out before the elevator door was fully opened.

From a distance, Wen Li saw Lu Xixiao standing outside the emergency room. His tall figure showed a little fatigue from physical exhaustion, but his whole body was tense and unable to relax.

Lu Xixiao noticed her out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at her.

His face was stained with blood, his face was tense and pale, and he was wearing clothes that did not belong to him.

The moment he saw her, his eyes dodged for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and was a little hesitant to look at her, as if he had done something wrong and was afraid to face it.

Seeing him like this, Wen Li unconsciously quickened his pace.

As he got closer, Wen Li saw that he was covered in blood. His shoulders, arms, back, and clothes were all soaked in blood with patches of dark and light colors. His hands looked like they had been soaked in blood, and there were bullet marks on his body, concentrated in his chest and abdomen.

He looked a little disheveled, as if he had just been through a great battle.

As he walked closer, the smell of blood was so strong that Wen Li frowned.

"What's the situation?" Wen Li asked.

She glanced at the closed operating room door.

Lu Xixiao moved his pale lips and said in a dry voice: "...The nurse just brought in a few bags of blood."

Lu Xixiao told about Jiang Yingbai's condition in the text message. Both shots missed the vital parts but he had lost too much blood and his condition was quite dangerous.

Wen Li: "Are you here for the chips?"

"The people who came after me were the ones who broke into your house two nights ago." Lu Xixiao then apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Wen Li's eyes turned cold: "Did you find out who it is?"

Lu Xixiao: "I'm investigating, but there's no result yet."

With too many enemies, Lu Xixiao was unable to identify the suspect.

Wen Li was a little angry: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Facing Wen Li's questioning, he explained, "They are here to kill me. If they want me to go alone, I won't take the risk."

Besides, Wen Li had already set out to rescue Jasmine.

Seeing Wen Li didn't say anything, Lu Xixiao remained silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and apologized again solemnly: "Sorry."

Then he lowered his head and said nothing more.

The atmosphere was a little dull.

Lu Xixiao felt even more depressed.

It's quiet around here.

This floor is booked by Lu Xixiao and all of them are his people.

Suddenly, Wen Li asked, "What about you?"

Lu Xixiao raised his head to look at her: "...what?"

He didn't understand what Wen Li asked.

Wen Li: "Are you hurt?"

She looked for any injuries on his body.

Hearing Wen Li's concern, Lu Xixiao's eyes lit up.

"I'm fine." He said with a more relaxed tone.

"Are you okay?" Wen Li's gaze stopped at his right arm.

Lu Xixiao looked over and said, "It was just grazed by a bullet, a minor wound, nothing serious. How about you? How are you? Are you okay?" He turned to care about Wen Li. He wanted to care about her just now, but was scared by Wen Li and didn't dare to speak, even though Wen Li looked like he was fine.

Wen Li: "I'm fine. Go treat your injuries first."

Lu Xixiao: "It's okay, I'll wait for him to come out."

An hour later, Jiang Yingbai was pushed out of the emergency room. He was still unconscious, but no longer in danger.

He was sent to the hospital in time, and some rescue measures were taken in advance for the wound. Jiang Yingbai was in good physical condition and his desire to survive was extremely strong, so the operation was not dangerous.

Lu Xixiao finally felt relieved.

"You go and treat the wound." Wen Li said to Lu Xixiao, and followed the medical staff to send Jiang Yingbai to the ward.

After walking a distance, she looked back at Lu Xixiao.

Seeing Lu Xixiao limping with the support of Lu Qi.

Wen Li checked Jiang Yingbai's physical condition and found that he was stable, so he left the ward and found Lu Xixiao who was treating his wounds.