ex-husband high energy

Mrs. Clark pushed aside the prison guards patrolling in the corridor, and pushed Levi to the opposite room with a wheelchair.

Like the infirmary, it is a suite. One cabin is the operating room, and the other is the intensive care unit. There is a small door in the middle, and each has a door leading to the corridor.

Zong Ming was lying in the intensive care unit, covered with a white sheet. His face was paler than the sheet. Fortunately, he was sober. When he saw Levi, he grinned and said in Korean, "Come here."

Levi's typhoid fever had not recovered, and he walked unsteadily under the high fever. He manipulated the wheelchair and walked to the bed in a slightly unfamiliar manner.Zong Ming looked at his legs with a questioning expression.Levi's hurriedly explained in Korean: "My legs are fine, but I can't walk steadily because of a high fever."

Zong Ming heaved a sigh of relief, motioned him to bow his head, raised his hand and stroked his hairy head twice, sighed contentedly as if sucking in a cat's breath, and said, "It's so cute, I think about your head every day, I really want to touch it."

"..." Levi finally understood why Rommel always looked bitter and bitter.

They spoke Korean the whole time, and Mrs. Clark couldn't understand it, but seeing Zong Ming caressing Levi's head like a father, she couldn't help guessing that the fact that they got together at such a young age must be due to the Electra plot caused by Mr. Killer losing his father when he was young!

The gentle Virgin's heart was touched again, Mrs. Clarke said softly: "You have an hour before four o'clock, don't cause trouble for me, OK?"

The two solemnly agreed, and Mrs. Clark left quietly.

Levi's carefully lifted the sheet to check Zong Ming's injury: "How are you? Where did the shot hurt?"

"Probably blown my cecum flying." Zong Ming said with a smile, "Don't worry, everything that should be there is here. Your godmother treats me very well. The operation is done like embroidery, and the stitches are all made of cosmetics. Needle."

Levi couldn't laugh or cry: "What godmother, she is a doctor, okay?"

Zong Ming smiled, and said again: "Come here, let me touch it again."

"What's wrong..." Levi was powerless to complain, but seeing his pale and pitiful face, he still bowed his head obediently.Unexpectedly, Zong Ming didn't touch his head this time, but directly pressed the back of his head and kissed his lips.

"..." Levi's was taken aback and wanted to push him away, but as soon as his hand touched his shoulder, he couldn't help but changed into a hug, and he automatically and consciously let him kiss him enough.

After being separated for a long time, Levi looked at his watch and said helplessly, "You spent a precious minute sharing my typhoid virus...Leader, are you in good shape?"

Zong Ming said sternly: "Death under the peony flower is also romantic."

"Please don't use vulgar words indiscriminately!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and it took another precious minute.

"Okay, let's get down to business, what is Plan C?" Levi's forcibly moved the building, and moved the wheelchair farther away in order to avoid unnecessary internal wear and tear.

Zong Ming hooked his fingers, motioned for him to put his hand in his palm, held it lightly, and said, "It's a long story..."

More than a month ago, Levi’s flew to Dallas, and Zong Ming followed He Yingfei to River’s headquarters—Philadelphia.

After the terrific Mr. He lashed out at the shrew, White finally asked Boyle for instructions and arranged a formal meeting for them.

The meeting place was Boyle's private house, an extremely quiet courtyard in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Zong Ming drove all the way in, but didn't see a single person, only the artificial intelligence-type sky eyes on the big trees along the way.

Boyle trained dogs in the front yard. Under his command, ten bull terriers lined up to salute the guests, which was more intimidating than ten mercenaries lining the way to welcome them.It's a pity that Zong Ming may have the smell of Rommel, Patton and Montgomery on his body. The Bull Terrier Army is very awed by the famous generals of World War II. Their eyes are not lethal at all, but a little fear is shown.

He Ying is very afraid of dogs, but her love for her two sons surpasses the instinct of human nature. She straightened her waist and passed the dogs without looking sideways, and shook hands with Boyle: "I have seen you for a long time, Mr. Boyle, Tang Hui has repeatedly Mentioned you to me and his father, thank you for taking care of him all these years."

Boyle smiled reservedly and said, "You are too polite."

Unexpectedly, He Ying turned the corner straight: "It's a pity that we are all too naive and careless, and you ruined our families."

Boyle's smile froze on his face, He Ying turned again, and said: "But there is an old saying in China that skills are inferior to others, and you are willing to gamble and admit defeat. Tell me, you will let me do what you want. My two sons?"

After all, Boyle is a person who has seen the world, and he got used to her peculiar negotiating style in an instant, and said with a smile: "Madam Tang is really straightforward, well, let's talk inside."

The three of them entered the main room together. Before sitting down, Boyle deliberately took a look at Zong Ming, and He Ying explained: "He is my bodyguard. He has been with me for more than 20 years. He is the same as my godson."

Boyle didn't go any further, and said straight to the point: "Mrs. Tang, it's not that we intend to hurt your youngest son. It's that Tang Hui knows too much of our business secrets. In order to prevent these key information from falling into the hands of the Chinese police, we We must ensure his absolute loyalty to the contract we signed."

"Oh, it turns out that your loyalty is guaranteed by coercion?" He Ying smiled sarcastically and said, "Then, what should Tang Sheng do so that you are willing to let us go?"

Boyle stirred the coffee in his cup with downcast eyes, and said, "Mrs. Tang, we RIVER will take ten times more risk than you, Tang Sheng, in doing this. If possible, I don't want to be on the opposite side of you. It's an alliance, isn't it?"

"There is no alliance that stabbed you." He Ying said coldly, "White has always emphasized that it was Tang Hui's arrest that caused RIVER to fall into a passive position and had to kidnap Tang Yi. I would like to ask, why was Tang Hui arrested? We How could a well-behaved businessman be targeted by the Criminal Investigation Bureau? What kind of shady 'business' did RIVER ask Tang Sheng to do?"

Boyle narrowed his eyes and said, "I never forced Tang Hui to cooperate with RIVER. He accepted this project. In fact, I helped him. You should be very clear about Tang Sheng's situation four years ago. If not You guys are done with Ito's investment."

He Yingying was stuffy, took a breath for a long time, and said: "That's right, eating salted fish can satisfy thirst, and the debt that should be paid must be paid. Tell me, how long do you plan to keep Tang Yi in prison? What do you want us to do?"

"It's very simple, just continue to keep it secret." Boyle said lightly, "White is shrinking some of the work we have cooperated with before, and I believe that Ito's laboratory in China will be completely closed soon, and we will naturally put Tang Yi back at that time. Of course, you must fully cooperate with White's finishing work during this process, including accounts, public relations, etc. Tang Sheng is used to doing these things, so it shouldn't be difficult."

After a pause, he continued: "As for Tang Hui, you have to figure out your own way. After all, we have no way to ask someone from the Criminal Investigation Bureau. But I think as long as we get the external evidence ready, he shouldn't ask for it. go to jail."

He said it easily, but how could it be so easy to completely erase the dark deeds that have been in operation for four years without leaving any traces?I'm afraid it's not just about destroying the evidence, maybe even a group of insiders will be silenced... He Ying gritted her teeth secretly while thinking.

Zong Ming thinks deeper than her. It is impossible for Arthur Capital to give up the super brain project. After all, the in vivo experiment in China has made great progress, so RIVER will not completely end Ito's laboratory in China, Boyle lying.

They must have found a replacement for Tang Sheng.

Or since entering China with the help of Tang Hui four years ago, they have been looking for a spare tire, which is probably what the Ninth Fund is doing.So as long as the cooperation with Tang Sheng is completely ended, they will kill Tang Yi, Tang Hui, and even He Ying immediately.

While he was thinking, Boyle and He Ying had already discussed the follow-up cooperation, and finally He Ying made a request to have a real-time video call with Tang Yi.

Boyle was a little embarrassed, but He Ying cooperated very well before, and now his attitude was extremely tough. He hesitated for a long time and had to pick up the phone and dial a number.

Zong Ming watched him calmly, and heard him say a very short sentence.

Can't understand.

It should be a very rare small language.

After hanging up the phone, Boyle opened his laptop and cast a holographic screen: "Since you are so worried, we can let you see the real-time video of your son, but we can't let you talk, sorry."

This is already a very good result. Before they came, they thought they could only see the same recorded video as last time. He Ying looked disappointed, but still nodded in acquiescence.

The screen flickered for a moment, revealing a white background wall with a monitor playing the BBC news to ensure it was indeed live video.

A figure wobbled into the screen, Tang Yi was wearing a pure white one-piece hospital gown, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he looked at the camera blankly.

He was already very thin. In the video, he looked like he could fall down in the wind. His hair was long, and the part that was originally dyed was carefully trimmed. His smooth black hair covered his forehead, as cute as a junior high school student. .

He was handed a chair and then a cello.The man turned his back to the camera the whole time, and couldn't see his face clearly, but he didn't look like a mercenary, but more like a doctor or nurse.

Holding the piano, Tang Yi glanced down at the familiar strings, and looked at the person on the side of the camera, as if he had received some instructions, and slowly held the bow.

He frowned slightly, and moved very slowly, as if he couldn't react. It took a long time for his pupils to adjust the focus and start playing a song.

The timbre of the cello is deep and melodious, as intoxicating as a gentle gentleman, and has no resemblance to Tang Yi's innocent and weak appearance, but as he plays, his expression gradually relaxes and calms down, and the whole person is in harmony with the melodious piano sound Muddy as one, harmonious and smooth.

He Ying looked at her son in the picture, with tears in her eyes, but she tried not to cry, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sad smile.

He's still alive, he can still play the violin, he'll be fine...

Zong Ming stared at the video momentarily, judging the signal that Tang Yi might give them. This kid is smart and sensitive, far stronger and braver than he looks, and he will definitely not give up this opportunity.

He played Bach's Cello Suite No. [-] in G major, the prelude, which was proficient and smooth. Zong Ming noticed that he looked up at the camera twice during the interlude, and blinked unconsciously.

"Okay, you should be relieved, right?" Boyle didn't give them much time, he turned off the video before the performance was over, and got up to see off the guests, "You don't have to worry about his safety at all, as long as Tang Sheng fully cooperates with RIVER's ending , we will definitely not embarrass your son... Oh, by the way, you don't have to worry about his condition, we have hired a special psychiatrist to treat him, maybe when he returns to you, he will be healthier than before Woolen cloth."

He Ying sneered, turned her head to wipe away the tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes, and said to Zong Ming, "Let's go."