President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Smith's eyes widened.

Is this human?

He has wiped Pete's ass and cleaned up so many messes all these years, just to watch the day when he wakes up.

But now, instead of being awakened, this younger brother is getting worse and worse, directly trying to put all the blame on him and let him go to jail!

The more Smith thought about it, the more angry he became, a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, and he spat it out with a wow.

"Don't worry brother, after you go to prison, I will go back to country M and continue to sell the medicine you researched. I will take good care of your wife and children."

Speaking of this, Pete's eyes became a little more greedy, shining brightly, full of longing, "Actually, I have been envious of you all these years, for being able to marry such a perfect wife."

Such a good figure, such a pretty face, and most importantly, a nice voice...

Hearing this, Smith has realized what Pete wants to do.

He clenched his fists fiercely, "If you dare to do this, I will definitely kill you."

ha?

Pete seemed to have heard some big joke.

"If you want to kill me, let's wait until you get out of prison, but at that time you may be in your seventies and eighties. I don't know if you can beat the bodyguards around me." Pete said triumphantly.

Then he stood up straight and stretched, "Brother, goodbye."

"Let go of me, you made a mistake, he is the bad guy, everything I did was to clean up the mess for him, please let me go quickly." Smith yelled.

But Pete had already greeted the bodyguards, saying that Smith would definitely be dying, and told them not to believe a word.

So despite Smith yelling and yelling, he was taken away.

Watching the car gradually move away, the smile on the corner of Pete's mouth widened.

If he knew that he could replace his own brother, how could he have been wronged and depressed for so many years.

However, it is not too late.

Thinking about it, Pete returned to the hospital, and after explaining the situation to Si Han briefly, he left directly.

After all, now that his brother has taken the blame for him, and Song Runian's illness has been cured, there is no point in staying for him.

Si Han readily let him go, and before he left, he gave him a check of 1000 million.

This is the remuneration that he and Smith had originally agreed on.

"Mr. S, you are so refreshing." Pete couldn't help the corners of his mouth rising wildly, "If there is a chance, I will definitely serve you again."

"I hope I never have this chance in my life." Si Han said in a low voice, "After all, cooperating with a doctor proves that something happened to me or around me. This is not a good sign."

"Yes, yes," Pete nodded obediently, "Mr. S and the people around you will surely live a long and healthy life, then I won't bother you, and leave."

Holding the check, Pete quickly slipped away.

He knew that Xizhou was not a good place, so he wanted to buy the latest flight back to country M.

But as soon as he reached the airport, he was stopped by someone.

Taking a closer look, it was Pei Yu.

"Pei...Assistant Pei." Pete's palms were sweating wildly, and he forced a smile, "Why are you here?"

Pete looked at him suspiciously, "Mr. Smith, didn't you make an appointment to meet Bo Shao in the afternoon, and now you have hurried to the airport, where are you going?"

"Ah..." Pete quickly stabilized his mind, and hid his passport behind his back, "I'm just here to see off a friend. I don't want to go anywhere. I'll go see Mr. Bo after I'm done."