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The man in black stood with his head bowed, and reported to the person sitting by the window with his back facing him: "He is not weak, and he has a gun in his hand. Several brothers were injured, and help came soon, and he also has a gun... "

The people by the window were silent, only to see that the knuckles of the fingers pinched on the armrest were turning white, and the man in black lowered his head in fear: "You said that the most important thing is to get out of your body without leaving any evidence or clues behind. So ..."

Tan Xinghe turned back to the front and sneered, "Eleven people, stared at for nearly two months, but couldn't catch a 20-year-old boy, I really raised a bunch of trash!"

He thought of the way Han Ziye looked at Han Qingchen, wishing he could catch Han Qingchen and blow his bones away, he said in a deep voice, "Get down!"

Just as the man was about to back down, he stopped him again: "Wait!"

He walked to the table and moved the photo frame on the table, and stroked the handsome side face in the photo with his fingertips, "Are you sure you didn't leave any clues?"

The man in black nodded, "Yes."

He waved his hand, "Go down, the injured ones can't go to the hospital, tell the private doctor to shut up."

Han Ziye sat in the monitoring room and watched the early morning MRI images of his head on the screen.Dr. Liu pointed to the superficial relationship above:

"The effusion is not too much, and the condition is still good." He observed it again carefully, and hesitated for a moment:

"I'm afraid that the concussion will bring back the old injury in the left ear. If the hearing is damaged again—"

Ziye's face was very ugly, and he pinched his upper arm with his encircled hands:

"What do you mean?"

Dr. Liu looked back at him, with an indistinguishable light in his eyes:

"Last time you hit the palm too hard, and the eardrums are no longer smooth after being damaged. If the shock this time causes old injuries and the eardrums are damaged again, I'm afraid..."

He looked at Ziye, the expression on his face could not be described as regret or compassion.

Ziye stood up, walked to the large glass between the observation room and the instrument room, and watched Qingchen's body slowly withdraw from the instrument.

"What's the worst?"

Dr. Liu was silent for a while: "Maybe I will lose my hearing completely and need a cochlear implant, but..." He stopped talking.

"But what?" Han Ziye turned around.

Dr. Liu got up: "Let's go, pick him up to the ward. Although cochlear implantation is very mature, it is a foreign body after all. If the hearing recovery is not bad, try to avoid this step."

The nurse pushed Qingchen into the ward. His head and neck had been fixed with professional protective gear, and only a small face was exposed. Midnight carried him to the hospital bed. A nurse unbuttoned him and prepared to change into the hospital gown.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Lian Zhi rushed in first, followed by Han Zixi and Shao Jiejie who looked anxious.Uncle Zhong was carrying a bag of things, and Jin Mei followed behind holding a thermos.

Han Ziye raised a hand to stop everyone from questioning and approaching, and asked the nurse to go out first, and only asked Uncle Zhong to stay and mix a basin of warm water. Basin, looking at the big and small bruises all over the body in the early morning, with a distressed expression on his face, I don't know where the young master has provoked the young master, and he has to suffer such a big crime.

He looked at Ziye with a blank expression on his face, but his movements were very gentle, so he couldn't say anything, he could only mutter: "This child is pitiful, he was only a little tall when my uncle brought him here, and he was thin, with big eyes like he was afraid of people." I didn’t even dare to look at it, it seemed that no one hurt me.”

Seeing that Ziye didn't answer, he boldly continued: "I am old, and Jinmei is too young. Thanks to this child, I have served you sincerely and devoted myself to you. Your food and daily life have not been all these years. He is the one who took good care of it. This kid has a real heart, he is kind to me and Ah Fu, and he loves Jinmei. During the two years you left, he went home to live, and he closed the room when he came back from school. He didn’t make a sound, and was boring It's boring, it's only half a year since you came back and I saw him laughing twice..."

After Ziye wiped it, he changed into the pajamas brought by Uncle Zhong, buttoned it up and said slowly:

"Uncle Zhong, it's not me."

Uncle Zhong was embarrassed, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, Jin Mei brought something to eat..."

Ziye shook his head, covered Qingchen with a quilt, stroked his cheek with his thumb, went out to call the nurse for an infusion, and ordered Jinmei to go in and tidy up Uncle Zhong's things. Qingchen would have to stay in the hospital for a while.

Zixi asked, "When can I go in and see him?"

Ziye sat on the chair and wiped his face with his hands. He hadn't had any water or rice at this time, and he didn't feel hungry. It was just that after his nerves relaxed, he felt a faint sense of fatigue:

"He has been sedated, and he will probably wake up tomorrow. Don't rush to look at him, think about who did it."

Lian Zhi answered the phone and said, "Peter is down there, he'll be up soon."

A few people borrowed Dr. Liu's reception room, and Ziye gave them the black button that he had grasped in the palm of his hand in the early morning. They studied it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Peter said affirmatively: "It's not the Qing Gang, Hun Baiqing has been tortured to death by the Hong Gang recently, several docks have been robbed, an ammunition depot has been smashed up, he is jumping, and he can't take care of things here. "

Zixi also shook his head: "It's not like Han Zirong either. Recently, he has been in a state of desperation due to inventory of the shortage of the ammunition depot. I'm afraid you will find him. How dare you hit the muzzle of the gun?"

Ziye turned to Peter: "What did you see at the scene?"

Peter sneered: "I saw that the highest instruction was not to leave clues, and even the ruts were destroyed, and only the gun in the morning was retrieved." He took out the silver pistol that he used in the morning and put it on the table.

Shao Jiejie was dumbfounded: "What do they want? Why do they only choose the early morning when orders are placed? If they want it, they should go to the boss..."

Ziye lowered his head and thought for a while: "Han Zirong can't get away with it. No one else has the opportunity to be so familiar with me and Qingchen's schedule." He put the gun and button into his arms.

"Go back to each other, keep an eye on the person in charge, grasp the things in your hands, and don't make any more mistakes. Go and see him, and let's leave immediately."

"Yes, boss!"

On the second day, Han Ziye went to work as usual, and asked Fang Ya to lead someone to keep an eye on the actions of the second business department. Zixi's private newspaper also showed that Han Zirong was very honest.

He was sitting on a wide chair, playing with the button in his hand.The light was dim last night, so I didn't look carefully, but today under the sunlight, I found a thin line carved out in the shape of a lotus flower on the button.

I always feel that I have seen similar patterns somewhere, where is it?He frowned, carefully searching the depths of his memory.However, the clues were too weak. Thinking of Dr. Liu's words, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and sighed deeply.

Fang Ya knocked on the door when she got off work and came in: "General manager, this is for Raffael." She held a bouquet of fresh-cut lilies, "Bring it to him for me, and wish him a speedy recovery."

Han Ziye took the flowers and looked at them with a frown, "Does he like lilies?"

Fang Ya shook her head, "I only know about your various preferences, general manager." She paused, "Of course I know all about it from the special assistant, but none of us have discovered the special assistant's preferences."

Seeing Han Ziye in a daze, she shrugged and said, "I thought the general manager would know what flowers he likes...or maybe he doesn't like any flowers?"

Han Ziye was noncommittal.

When he went to the hospital, he went to Dr. Liu's office to talk for a while, and when he entered the room, he saw a bunch of people, very lively.Aunt Fu came to replace Uncle Zhong and Jin Mei. Peter and the others were also there, Zixi was peeling fruit, Peter stole his sliced ​​fruit and put it in his mouth, Shao Jiejie slapped it down his throat, choking and rolling his eyes.Even Zixi laughed.

Lying there in the morning, he should be awake, but he is afraid of light, his eyes are covered with a towel, and only a little bit of the tip of his nose and mouth are exposed.

"Boss, you're here! You bought flowers?! Wow..." Jiejie let go of the chair by the bed and ran to sit on the sofa by the window.

Midnight stared at the early morning, he turned his head immediately when he heard Jiejie's cry, and then let out a little groan, obviously the movement of turning his head caused the headache.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ziye gently straightened his head, "No matter how much you wear this, it can't stop you from moving around. When did you wake up?"

"I woke up at lunch, young master..." He tried his best to find out the position of Ziye, "I'm fine, Dr. Liu said that I'll be fine after two days of rest, so you don't have to come. Young master, go back to eat." In fact, his The left ear was still rumbling, and everyone had to listen hard to hear it.

"Hey! Chenchen, please don't be biased. I haven't had dinner yet. I've been with you all afternoon. Why don't you push me to have dinner?"

Jiejie sat far away and spoke in a low voice, so he didn't hear this sentence in the early morning. The room was silent for a while, and after a while, early morning asked: "What's wrong..."

Peter was the most impatient, and threw himself to the bed and asked, "Chenchen, your ears..."

Ziye frowned, and the air pressure in the room dropped instantly.

In the early morning, I tried my best to smile: "It's okay, Doctor Liu said, it will be fine in two days, and it will be the same as before."

Zixi glared at Peter, leaned closer to Qingchen's ear and said, "That's right, concussions are like this, and some of them even have temporary amnesia, it's nothing, it will be fine in a few days."

In the early morning, he held back his headache and nodded hard, not forgetting his young master's dinner: "Hurry up and go eat with the young master, as long as I have Aunt Fu here, Uncle Zhong will bring me delicious food later, you guys move."

Ziye leaned close to him: "I'll stay tonight, and I've asked Uncle Zhong to bring dinner here."

In the early morning, I almost immediately wanted to sit up: "How can I do it, here...it's not easy to sleep here, the bed is too small, you won't be able to rest well, young master, and you have to go to the company tomorrow. There are a lot of things going on recently, no way!"

He kept yelling that he couldn't do it, and Peter, who was as nervous as Peter, sighed and smiled wryly, the boss was simply the heart of Chenchen, and he couldn't stand even a little bit of grievance.

Zixi stared at the two of them, shook his head, put down the fruit knife in his hand and said softly, let's go, Lian Zhi went to buy vegetables, and eat at my place today, I have something to discuss with you.

In the evening, the lights in the room were turned off, and the lilies that Fang Ya gave filled the room with a fragrance. Ziye lay on the bed next to him, looked at the morning next door with his head on his arms, and muttered in the morning: "Master..."

"Yeah." Ziye replied loudly.

"Is the bed not long enough?"

"Fortunately."

"Is the quilt too thin? Will it be cold?"

"It's cold."

Feeling for the quilt on my body in the morning,

"Master, put this one on, I'm not cold, I wear a lot."

Ziye snorted and laughed, got up and got out of bed, got into the quilt in the morning,

"Wouldn't it be colder this way?"

In the early morning, he tried to move his body to the side, while his heart was beating loudly, and his head began to throb and hurt again. He slowed down his breathing, in order to inhale more of the midnight body odor.

Zi Ye held him down: "Move again, if you move again, I will hug you."

After a while, morning moved impatiently,

"...Master..."

"Well, why don't you sleep?"

"Call Uncle Zhong, I...I want to go..."

Ziye turned over and got off the bed, grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her shoulders, bent down and hugged him easily,

"Uncle Zhong, can he hug you?"

Putting Qingchen on the toilet, he didn't leave. He was so anxious that Qingchen grasped the skirt of his clothes, his face was flushed, and he stretched his voice softly: "Master——"

"Ok?"

"..."

He started talking about other things, "Do you like the flowers Fang Ya sent?"

Tighten your legs in the morning: "Hi, I like..."

"Oh? You like lilies?" Ziye was not very happy.

"I don't particularly like it, all the flowers are...almost..."

"That's because Fang Ya gave it to you, so you like it?"

In the early morning, I could hardly hold back anymore, and subconsciously replied: "Because the young master hugged her... ah..."

He realized what he said and stopped breathing for a moment.

Han Ziye got a satisfactory answer, let him go, and closed the door thoughtfully.