Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

Qi Xiao returned to the villa where he lived, finished handling the company affairs remotely, and returned to the bedroom.

Between the soft mattresses, the young man was curled up into a ball, and a large area of ​​the pillow towel was already wet.

"Why are you still wronged? I don't care about you." Qi Xiao brushed away the hair on Wen Shichu's forehead, and wiped Wen Shichu's face with a towel soaked in water.

Touching the young man's forehead, it was still very hot.

After thinking about it, Qi Xiao called the family doctor.

"Han Cang, after noon, come to my villa on Platinum Street."

"Well, someone has a fever."

After dialing the phone, there was a knock on the door.

After getting permission, Jiang Ming came in, holding a document in his hand, with a dignified expression.

"Mr. Qi, I've finished the investigation you asked me to do about Wen Shichu's aunt."

"read."

"Cough, cough..." Jiang Ming's eyes drifted, "Mr. Qi, don't be angry after listening..."

Jiang Ming took a deep breath: "Wen Shichu's aunt is Wen Wenyue, and his subordinates found out that Wen Wenyue suddenly won a 2000 million lottery four years ago, and Wen Shichu was kicked out not long after."

Qi Xiao raised his eyes, and Jiang Ming's teeth chattered in fright as his sharp gaze passed through the border like a knife's edge.

"But my subordinates went to check the lottery winning records four years ago, and found that there was no prize of 2000 million at that time, so..."

"So that crazy woman took all the 2000 million I gave Wen Shichu?"

In the huge room, the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point. Qi Xiao was sitting in a wheelchair, with his hands folded, his eyes were full of knives, his unsmiling face was as cold as a rakshasa from hell.

"Yep."

"Heh." The silent man suddenly let out a sneer.

"Boss Qi, Lord Qi, I was wrong! It's because my subordinates are not good at things, you, you hit me!" Jiang Ming fell to his knees with a plop.

"Pursuing 2000 million, this crime is enough for her to spend her next life in prison."

Jiang Ming nodded immediately: "This subordinate will contact the court—"

"No rush." ​​Qi Xiao squinted his eyes into a narrow line, looking at Wen Shichu who was sleeping on the bed.

"Sending her to jail is equivalent to finding her a free place with food and shelter. Isn't it too cheap for him?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Qi?" Jiang Ming faintly felt uneasy.

Having been by Qi Xiao's side for many years, Jiang Ming knows that Qi Xiao has never been a soft-hearted person.

Hire someone on the road to chop off Wen Wenyue's arm or remove a leg to dig out an eyeball?

Not impossible.

"Is Wen Wenyue's 2000 million used up?" Qi Xiao folded his hands, with a faint sneer on his face.

"Used, used up. Wen Shichu is an aunt who likes to gamble. After having 2000 million, she went to the Omen Casino, which she had never dared to go to before. The money has been lost in recent years. "

"That's pretty good." Qi Xiao looked at Jiang Ming: "Now go and withdraw 2000 million in cash, and then send me Wen Wenyue's address."

"Boss Qi, you don't mean to..."

"A dog can't stop eating shit. The best way to get revenge on a gambler is to give her a sweet date first, make her lose her way, and finally cut off her limbs and heart."

Jiang Ming stood upright with a serious expression.

"Alright Mr. Qi, this subordinate will go get ready." Jiang Ming turned and left.

Qi Xiao turned the wheelchair and approached the bed, his eyes fell on Wen Shichu's face between the mattresses, the ice in his eyes melted into water.

The rough palm of the man couldn't help but gently stroked the pale and weak face of the young man.

Forced to terminate her studies, kicked out of the house by her aunt, pregnant with a child by herself...

"Xiao Chu, how did you survive all these years?"