The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Lin Dao strode up to Lan Weiyu, condescendingly, and said with disdain: "Lan Weiyu, you should see how embarrassed you are now."

Lan Weiyu spat out a mouthful of blood, and said, "That's a hundred times better than your dog-legged appearance." Lin Dao was angry, and the expression on his face was a little distorted. He looked at Lan Weiyu with his hands tied behind his back, and grinned grinningly. : "You are a lamb at the mercy of others. My uncle and Fang Qiyan have a big feud. He will definitely not make it easier for you. Let's wait and see." After Lin Dao finished speaking, he strode out of the warehouse.

Lan Weiyu looked at the dilapidated and decayed warehouse and sighed.

When Fang Qiyan returned to the Los Angeles hotel, Secretary Li contacted his personal doctor to take the bullet for Fang Qiyan. Secretary Li really admired their perseverance. Frowning, gloomy face.

After taking the bullets, he helped Fang Qiyan bandage the wound. The personal doctor threw the blood-soaked cotton balls and bandages into the hotel trash can. Fang Qiyan was shirtless, with a suit jacket on his shoulders. His abdominal muscles were perfectly sculpted.

He sat on the bed in the hotel with gloomy eyes, and Secretary Li stood quietly beside him with anxious eyes.

Several men in black came in, and the one in the lead said, "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, we didn't find Secretary Lan. KM may have taken him and left the United States." Fang Qiyan's face became more and more ugly, and Secretary Li swallowed With a sleepy mouth, he said, "Boss Fang, don't worry, I will let everyone under my command look for it, and I will definitely find Secretary Lan."

Fang Qiyan didn't speak. After Secretary Li and the man in black left the room, Fang Qiyan stood up and poured himself a glass of vodka. Suddenly, Luo Sirao's voice sounded at the door: "Qi Yan, you were injured, you can't drink like this."

Fang Qiyan looked at Luo Sirao, and was stunned. Luo Sirao had just taken a shower, his golden hair was dripping with water, he was wearing a loose bathrobe, and his white neck was slender and graceful like a swan.

Luo Sirao walked up to Fang Qiyan, held his hand, tears glistening in his eyes: "I heard from Secretary Li that Weiyu was kidnapped by Kill's CEO. I really didn't expect that Kill would do such a despicable thing. For the matter, if I knew, I would definitely not let Wei Yu be my shield." He spoke earnestly and seemed very sincere.