Chapter 310 (1/2)

This man is Liu Chi who pointed out that Amir is a double-edged sword last time.

After Guan Hao died and Guan Ling took over all the disputes, Liu Chi made a lot of contributions, not only for his efforts, but also for his ingenious ideas. Now he seems to have become a popular figure around Guan Ling, almost like a military strategist.

”What's the matter?”

”There are two things to Ling Ge to say. The first thing is that the two fools Qingge, who were sent to work yesterday, hung up. However, it was hidden enough that the police couldn't find any clues. Even the leader had been done that day.”

Liu Chi is serious.

After listening to Guan Ling, there is a flash of loss in his eyes, but he is also a little steady in his eccentric heart.

Although he wants to give Cao Xiaolei some trouble and repay the fan incident of the old bar last spring, if Amir is really assassinated on the Chinese territory, it is estimated that the high-rise of Yanjing will be furious and the real murderer will be found after digging three feet?

He is not stupid to think that he can leave no trace.

”And then there is the border between the high-tech zone and the economic zone. The newly built seafood market on the peninsula is full of oil and water. Chu long has a tough attitude. He has been fighting with our staff for several days, but now he still hasn't decided who will go to.”

”Can't we all step back, five or five?”

”They don't agree.”

When Liu Chi finished, Guan Ling snorted a little coldly. Just as he wanted to command his convenor to take it down, Liu Chi said a few words in his ear mysteriously. Suddenly, Guan Ling's frown and eyes spread out, and then he nodded with a smile.

”If you have any more ideas, please tell me. The leader of Cuiyun Pavilion will sleep for you once in the evening.”

”Thank you, brother Ling!”

Liu Chi said more ghost ideas in his heart. The more Guan Ling listened, the stronger the smile on his face.

Three days later, Amir's team completed the expected exchange and returned to the country. Before leaving, the little prince came to the hospital to visit Cao Xiaolei and expressed his gratitude. He also said that if Cao Xiaolei had time to go to rotanya, he would surely give the bodyguard a title similar to the title of Baron Wang.

Holding out his hand and shaking hands with qiuruo, Amir reluctantly gets on the special bus and goes to the airport.

During the day, Ye Qing and Liu Weiwei have things to do. Only Qiu Ruo stays in the ward to accompany Cao Xiaolei. The relationship between them is very close. They have become friends who have nothing to say and serve Cao Xiaolei carefully every day.

There is a trend of rapid warming in this relationship

Cao Xiaolei's skin is rough and his flesh is thick. He doesn't have a bad body, but he still pretends to be sick every day. He can't even lift his right shoulder when eating and drinking porridge. Qiu Ruo has to feed him carefully every time. He is considerate and gentle. Even Li Shizhen can't get sick.

Sun Simiao is not in the mood to write ”Qian Jin Fang”.

A few days ago, a few hundred miles away in the Central Hospital of the economic and trade district was admitted to an obscure but tyrannical heavyweight. He had an oxygen tube in his nostrils and was watched by various instruments. Every heartbeat was like a roller coaster.

At the gate of the Central Hospital of Jingqu District, a bright and wide crown car came in gently, and then stopped below. At this time, the moon had been hanging on the treetop, and the hospital was very quiet. In the co driver's seat was a thin but bright middle-aged man, about 50 years old.

Although the wrinkles on his face are as thick as those of Parthenocissus in midsummer, his hair is dark and thick.

He wore a very orthodox but rare silk half sleeve Tang suit, which sublimated his feminine temperament and gave him a rare taste of elegance. Holding a little yellow pear stick in his hand, he walked down after the driver opened the car door politely.

Under the moonlight, the thin gold chain around his neck is extremely bright. The emerald hanging below is not vulgar, but also shows the dignity of his identity.

”Boss, the matter has been discussed.”

The man with a long horse face in the co pilot's seat answered a phone call and walked up to the middle-aged man's ear and whispered.