Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Ye Jing watched from the side, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, so after she told the helper to take care of Shang Zhuyi, she called Ji Mujue with her mobile phone.

The phone rang for a long time, but the other end didn't pick it up. Ye Jing was a little anxious, she couldn't help but frowned, and couldn't help but mutter in her heart: "Hurry up and answer the phone, what are you up to, really!"

But the phone kept ringing until it was automatically hung up, and Ji Mujue still didn't answer. Now Ye Jing was not only anxious, but a little annoyed.

So, she frowned and called again, this time it was more face-saving. After ringing for a while, the phone was picked up, but the voice coming out of the receiver was not Ji Mujue's.

A strange male voice said politely: "Hello, Director Ji is in a meeting and it is not convenient to answer the phone. Please wait a moment. I will tell him to call you back when Director Ji finishes his work."

Hearing his business-like words, Ye Jing couldn't help but sneer: "Don't fool me, I just saw him outside the mall just now, and let Ji Mujue sneak over to answer the phone, otherwise, don't blame me for not helping him! "

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a difficult situation: "But... Director Ji, it's really inconvenient to answer the phone right now, you'd better wait a little longer."

After finishing speaking, he seemed afraid that Ye Jing would continue to ask, so he hung up the phone first.

Hearing the busy tone from the microphone, Ye Jing, who was not in a good mood at first, was completely on fire. She raised the phone fiercely, and then threw the phone on the ground angrily: "Okay Ji Mujue, Even dare to fool me, all right, then you can ask for blessings!"

After finishing speaking, she didn't even turn her head to look at the wreckage of the phone, then turned around angrily and walked into the living room.

In this room, Ji Mujue was already overwhelmed by the situation in front of him. He pinched his brows and asked Song Xi in a low tone: "How far can Zhao Lianchen run alone? It's been a long time since he sent so many people out. Why? No trace of him has been found yet!"

Song Xi was also involved in a lawsuit on his forehead, and he was about to break out in cold sweat: "It was because of my oversight that I let him run out. However, he probably planned it after he ran out, so now the enemy is in the dark and we are in the dark. I'm afraid It still takes some time.”

Hearing this, Ji Mujue's originally gloomy face was even more ugly now, he couldn't bear it and reached out to grab the teacup in front of him, and then slammed it on the ground, the ceramic cup only had time to whine, and it was instantly smashed to pieces.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. I just want to know when the person will be back. He ran out with all his plans. He must have a backhand. If he took advantage of the loophole and stabbed the matter out, then Wasn't it pointless to work hard to bring Zhao Qingjie here?"

Song Xi didn't dare to refute, so he could only nod repeatedly, and vented all his anger on Zhao Lianchen: "This Zhao Lianchen is really, I told him clearly, you will go to pick up Miss Zhao personally to meet him early this morning. , but who can do it, he can't wait for half a day, and even plans to escape!"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue's face turned livid, he pursed his lips and fell silent.

Seeing this, Song Xi on the side became even more frightened, so he analyzed in a low voice: "The matter of taking Zhao Qingjie back to China has been delayed for too long, or it is because of this reason that Zhao Lianchen couldn't wait to run out by himself. , he will not necessarily bring this matter to Madam as you imagined."

Regarding Song Xi's analysis, Ji Mujue didn't know if he had listened to it, in short, his face was still very ugly, he was doing it in silence, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

After a while, an assistant came in with a hesitant expression, and handed the mobile phone to Ji Mujue: "Ji Dong, a lady called you just now, I told you that you were in a meeting, but the other party seemed to be a bit confused. In a hurry, I thought about it for a long time, and I thought it would be better to let you know."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue picked up the phone impatiently, then opened the call log and took a look: "Sister Jing?"

He pondered for a moment in doubt, and then, just to be on the safe side, he decided to call back and ask about the situation.

However, this time it was his turn to be shut down. The phone didn't get through at all, and then he heard a cold and mechanical female voice: "The user you dialed has turned off..."

Faced with such a result, Ji Mujue was stunned for a moment, but he didn't take it too seriously, he just thought that he didn't answer Ye Jing's call in time, and she just lost her temper.

So, after he hung up the phone, he handed it to his assistant again: "It's nothing serious, take it away."

Hearing this, the assistant secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then took the phone, nodded slightly, then turned and left.

At this time, there was a sudden clanging sound on the second floor of the villa, as if some fragile vessel was broken.

Ji Mujue and Song Xi immediately raised their heads upon hearing the sound, only to see a servant come down in a panic, and came to Ji Mujue, saying with a complexion, "It's not good, that Miss Zhao dropped the vase!"

Hearing this, Ji Mujue immediately stood up nervously, not because he felt sorry for the shattered vase, but because he knew clearly that Zhao Qingjie would have serious suicidal tendencies when this disease flares up!

Therefore, Ji Mujue pushed away the servant without saying a word, and then quickly walked upstairs to the room where Zhao Qingjie lived temporarily.

Song Xi didn't ask any further questions, and followed Ji Mujue upstairs.

When he just came outside the door, Ji Mujue heard a panic cry coming from inside. Listening carefully, it should be the voice of the servant he arranged to take care of Zhao Qingjie.

"Ah! Miss Zhao, don't be impulsive, put down the pieces!"

"Let go!"

"Ah! Blood...bleeding!"

Hearing the shouts one after another, Ji Mujue didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly walked into the room with strides.

As soon as he entered the door, Ji Mujue's eyes were stung by the bright red blood, and he didn't care too much, he rushed over with a brisk stride, grabbed Zhao Qingjie's hand that was about to cut his radial artery, Then faintly roared with some anger: "What are you doing, let go!"

So many servants just now failed to dissuade Zhao Qingjie from self-mutilation, but Ji Mujue's low shout seemed to cast a spell on Zhao Qingjie. Just now, he did not part the arteries and vowed not to give up. After losing power and trembling slightly, he threw the fragment of the vase in his hand on the ground.

"You are..." Zhao Qingjie didn't care about her bleeding wrist, but was attracted by Ji Mujue, she raised her finger and pointed at him: "Who are you? I seem to know you..."

As she spoke, she suddenly covered her head with her hands, her brows were tightly frowned, as if she was in great pain; "Who is it... I should remember..."

Seeing this, in order to prevent her bleeding wrist from being hurt again, Ji Mujue quickly hugged her, then turned to Song Xi and said, "Quick, call the doctor!"

Hearing this, Song Xi was so shocked by the bloody scene in front of him that he froze for a moment before he came back to his senses: "Oh...Okay, I'll go right away!"

After speaking, he staggered a bit before turning around and running out of the room.

Not knowing if it was because of blood loss, Zhao Qingjie only frowned and thought for a while, but she still couldn't come to a result. Then, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

"Qing Jie!"

Seeing her fainting, Ji Mujue became even more anxious. Originally, he spent a lot of effort to bring Zhao Qingjie back to the country. On the one hand, he wanted to untie Zhao Lianchen's knot, and on the other hand, he hoped that their siblings could meet again. It can be regarded as a happy family reunion.

However, he still underestimated Zhao Qingjie's condition. He did not expect that Zhao Qingjie, whose condition had stabilized in the love nursing home, had just been picked up, and his condition relapsed, even hurting himself. This is Ji Mujue Wan I can't bear to see it.

Just when he was blaming himself, Song Xi rushed in with his personal doctor; "Quickly, look at this young lady's injury."

Hearing this, the doctor didn't delay too much, so he hurriedly walked up to Zhao Qingjie, opened the medicine box, first bandaged her wound urgently, then measured her blood pressure, checked briefly, and then turned to He looked at Ji Mujue.

"Sir, this young lady just lost a lot of blood. There is nothing serious about it. I prescribed some blood-enriching medicine for her, and she will be fine after taking a rest for a while."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue nodded and waved at the doctor: "Go and prescribe."

After the doctor nodded slightly, he turned around and walked out with the medicine box in hand.

Sitting in front of Zhao Qingjie's hospital bed, Ji Mujue's frown, which had never been relaxed, frowned even tighter.

After sending the doctor away, Song Xi turned back again: "Ji Dong..."

Ji Mujue turned his head slightly, and stopped the words behind him with his eyes: "Let her have a good rest, let's go out and talk."

Song Xi nodded, and then walked out first.

Ji Mujue winked at the servants standing in a row beside him: "Take care of Ms. Zhao."

After explaining, he turned and walked out.

Coming outside the door, Song Xi stood still for a while, then turned to look at Ji Mujue: "Ji Dong, next, what should Miss Zhao do?"

Ji Mujue pondered for a moment, then sighed a little tiredly, and said in a low voice: "I will contact a psychiatrist to take care of her. You don't need to worry about it here, but it's Zhao Lianchen's side. You must find him as soon as possible, although you don't know how he is. What kind of calculations are there, but if I don't get him back one day, I will always worry about it."

Hearing this, Song Xi nodded: "Okay, I will increase my manpower to look for it, and I believe there will be news soon."

Ji Mujue gave a soft "hmm", then waved his hand at Song Xi: "Go and do your work."

"Yes..." After finishing speaking, Song Xi turned around and walked out of the villa.

As for Ji Mujue, who was standing in the corridor, he sighed in a barely detectable weak voice, and then walked back into Zhao Qingjie's room.