The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

As soon as one of them finished speaking, the four of them stared nervously at Xie Yanci's pale face.

Minutes passed with no movement.

Xie Zhiyuan took out her mobile phone and asked everyone to repeat what they just said. After making sure that everything was recorded, she put the mobile phone next to Xie Yanci's pillow.

With everyone watching, she clicked the play button.

Pei Yuan's usually calm face became a little complicated.

"Are we being too cruel like this?"

"Auntie, the doctor said that my cousin must be severely stimulated to wake up. We have no choice but to do this. Maybe he will thank us when he wakes up."

Xie Zhiyuan's method is a bit damaging, but it seems to be the best method at present.

So the entire ward echoed with their voices, repeated over and over again.

Finally, after a few minutes, Xie Yanchuan's expression suddenly changed, and his tone of voice unconsciously increased, "Do it!"

Hearing the sound, several other people looked down and saw that, as the man said, Xie Yanci's fingers outside the quilt were slowly twitching.

"Call the doctor quickly."

The sudden miracle suddenly turned the ward into chaos.

Tonight is destined to be a busy night.

at the same time.

Meng Xingluan is here with two junior brothers.

The only one absent was senior disciple Shen Que.

Bo Zili asked: "Junior brother, are you sure those people are coming to the bar to catch senior brother?"

"It's absolutely true! When I came here today, I wanted to find Senior Brother, but by accident, I heard a group of gangsters saying that Senior Brother would be here tonight and would bring many people to surround him!"

None of them knew Shen Que's identity.

But looking at his clothes and life experience, it must not be simple.

If people don't want to take the initiative to say it, they won't be ignorant to ask.

Night falls.

There were all kinds of luxury cars and sports cars parked outside the bar, and the people entering and exiting were all members of the capital's wealthy circles.

After observing inside the car for a while, Meng Xingluan and the others decided to go in and take a look.

Meng Xingluan was wearing a mask and was surrounded by two junior brothers. Even so, it still attracted a lot of people's attention.

Song Nanzhu successfully booked a booth using his identity as the Song family. As soon as the three of them sat down, there was a movement behind them.

Many people respectfully shouted, "Young Master Shen." '

Then there was a cry of 'Sister-in-law. '

Meng Xingluan looked back and saw Shen Que and the charming woman holding his arm through the gap in the crowd.

The man was wearing a lavender shirt made of lyocell material, and the loose outline showed off his ready-to-flex chest muscles, and the hormones were rushing towards his face.

He has handsome facial features and a hint of unruliness between his eyebrows.

The pupils are dark.

Facing the flattery and compliments from the people around him, the smile on his lips seemed a bit sarcastic.

Qin Ke'er called out "Brother Mu Yan" sweetly, and Shen did feel irritable for no reason.

He wanted to pull out his arm, but the woman held him too tightly.

"Brother Mu Yan, I will drink with you tonight. I have a good drinking capacity..."

Qin Ke'er held his arm and was about to go upstairs.

Seeing all this, Song Nanzhu clicked his tongue twice.

"Elder brother is really hungry. He actually likes this... It's just, alas, let's not talk about it. Talking too much will hurt my feelings."

In their eyes, apart from Meng Xingluan, the senior brother Shen Que was very powerful.

Sure enough, strong people all have similarities in common.

It’s just that I don’t have a good eye for choosing a partner for the first time.

This Qin Keer... is even more outrageous than Zhou Yubai.

While I was cursing, a sharp scream suddenly came from in front of me. The next second I saw a large number of strong men in black pouring in from the door of the bar. The leading man directly carried an iron rod as thick as his arm and headed towards Shen Que was hit on the back of the head.

The crowd was confused.

Shen Que quickly pushed Qin Ke'er away, and the other party fell down without any warning, sitting on the ground and screaming loudly in pain.

The man avoided the iron rod, and his temperament suddenly became cold.

"Fuck! Shen Muyan, I tell you, today is the day you die! Brothers, come on!"

The other party was obviously prepared.

The crowd in the bar didn't dare to join in.

Even for fear of being accidentally injured, they all ran out of the bar quickly with a tacit understanding.

Soon the downstairs was cleared.

Shen Que started to struggle with them, and he was ruthless, picking at people's weak points, with murderous intent in his eyes.

But one person is ultimately unable to defeat four people, and no matter how powerful Shen Que is, he can't help but fall behind.

Just when the strong men were feeling proud, Meng Xingluan and the others appeared.

The three of them all held a baseball bat in their hands, and Song Nanzhu hit each one accurately.

The sudden change caused a brief commotion among the crowd.

Shen Que was surprised.

"Sister?"

Meng Xingluan randomly snatched a steel rod from the opponent's hand and threw it to Shen Que.

The man caught it steadily.

Seeing this, the strong man's face was twisted with anger.

"Okay Shen Muyan, you actually brought a helper? Haha, I want to see if these weaklings can save you!"

"Brothers! Come on! If you beat me to death, it's mine!"

Strong men swarmed forward.

Shen Que, who was still stunned, was hit on the arm by Meng Xingluan.

"Come back to your senses. Do you want to stand and get beaten?"

The cold female voice brought back Shen Que's thoughts.

With the help of three people, the strong men obviously felt a lot more strenuous.

Although the martial arts of Song Nanzhu and Bo Zili were not as good as those of their senior brothers and sisters, they were more than enough to deal with these strong men.

A headshot with a stick.

If the person is not dead, the most he will suffer is a concussion.

In less than five minutes, wails and screams echoed throughout the hall.

The 'corpse' of a strong man lay crookedly on the ground. Looking at it, the only surviving man who was still standing dropped the steel rod and ran away.

Meng Xingluan played with one hand the whole time and there was no pressure at all.

There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and a few strands of black hair clung to her forehead. She threw away the stick casually, and her eyes were filled with a layer of coldness.

Shen Que came over, lowered his head and said, "Senior sister, thank you."

The eyes under the long eyelashes were filled with complicated emotions. Suddenly, a strong man climbed up from the ground behind Meng Xingluan. He took out a knife with a ferocious face, and then stabbed it with his hand. The man's pupils shrank and he subconsciously grabbed the woman's hand. The hand rotated to replace the position she had just stood on.

"uh-huh……"

A muffled sound of pain rang in his ears.

Meng Xingluan's face turned cold, and he raised his foot and kicked the strong man's wrist off.

Bo Zili and Song Nanzhu rushed over to suppress him.

"Sister..."

The man was stabbed in the waist and abdomen, and his face was pale.

Looking at Meng Xingluan who was frowning, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch her forehead.

The cold touch made Meng Xingluan's body stiffen suddenly.

"I'm fine, don't frown, you'll look ugly..."