Darkest Action

The day before the divorce was signed by the two parties, Meng Ran came to No. 83 once. He had a clear purpose and motivation. After analyzing it horizontally and vertically, he came to the conclusion that the considerable political resources of the Liang family should not be lost now.

In the captain's office, Qi Feng looked at Meng Ran who was sitting outside the case, and felt that he had switched roles with him, and all the words that should have been said by him in the past had now passed through Meng Ran's mouth.

"For the safety of the group, Liang Luo and I have been married for ten years, and now she is the one who really can't make it through." Qi Feng leaned back in his chair, "Why don't you try to persuade me again?" Persuade her?"

"You gave up your powerful backer who has always supported you for the sake of An Lan, who is like a walking dead. Is it really not worth it?"

At this point in the negotiation, Meng Ran's words gradually became angry, but Qi Feng replied to him, "My situation is different from yours. You have never met Dong Yutong, but Liang Luo and I are husband and wife. Qi Yi is not me. Yes, should I wear this green hat all the time?"

"Bastard!" Meng Ran slammed the table, "I really didn't expect you to say such mundane nonsense. At the beginning, you put all your effort into marrying Liang Luo, was it for the purpose of procreating offspring?"

Facing Meng Ran's arrogance, Qi Feng actually smiled cynically: "That's really not possible, Meng Ju, you are troubled and marry another one?"

This time, Meng Ran didn't get angry again, and said straight to the point: "Delegate power, you are not suitable to continue to be the team leader of the Southern District."

"It turns out that you came to force the palace." Qi Feng looked at Meng Ran meaningfully, "I heard the news from the north that you found He Qiyan's severed arm and handed over the formula."

"An Lan is now locked by your side. In terms of opportunities, you have always had an advantage over me."

"It's enough. Okay, I'll give it to you. You can sit in the southern district." Qi Feng didn't hesitate, got up to make room for the wide leather chair under his seat, and suddenly laughed at himself: "I forgot that you are the director now. What's the point?" I can't even bend the chair." After he finished speaking, he was about to leave the office.

Meng Ran turned his back to Qi Feng and said, "I didn't come here to fight for power and profit with you. Everything we do should be based on the overall situation. My master is indeed very good and deserves to be loved well, but if he influences the decision makers Judging, I will suggest to the boss to send him overseas for isolation until the end of the operation."

"How dare you!" Qi Feng suddenly turned around, "I don't need you to arrange my people!"

Meng Ran turned around and called Qi Feng affectionately for the first time: "Brother, you shouldn't waste your years of hard work on a relationship that didn't respond. It's not just He Qiyan and An Lan that Yao Yongchang and the others want to abolish..."

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

Regarding the love-hate entanglement between Qi Feng and An Lan, although Meng Ran understood it, he could not agree with it. He believed that it was a kind of twisted true love, with no results, and with the added pain, he could only watch helplessly as the Yaos and his son used such three methods to kill each other. The mind-killing move gradually disintegrated the core cohesion of the Southern District.

Across the line of sight, Qi Feng heard another meaning in the words, and asked Meng Ran, "Are you and Qi Rui reconciled?"

Meng Ran didn't answer, it was regarded as a default.

"Okay!" Qi Feng sighed, "Qi Rui really saw you right!"

That night, An Lan suddenly suffered from nausea after swallowing a pile of junk food. After a bout of overwhelming vomiting, her vision went dark, and she fell straight down on the marble floor of the bathroom.

When Qi Feng returned to the work room, he didn't see An Lan at a glance, but saw Shiba Inu nervously barking into the bathroom.He walked quickly and found An Lan who had fainted on the ground, and quickly helped him up and called out repeatedly.

An Lan gradually had a reaction, but the slack eye sockets were dimmed.

Qi Feng immediately picked him up horizontally, and now An Lan has become very light, losing high-density muscles, and the body that used to be like a Roman sculpture has become thinner and thinner a lot.

Qi Feng couldn't wait for the ambulance, so he directly carried the man downstairs, stuffed him into the car, and drove at a fast speed all the way to the nearest hospital.After the examination results came out, in addition to being diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis, An Lan was also diagnosed with moderate malnutrition.

Since living together, Qi Feng washed his hands and made soup almost every day, and cooked dinner himself.An Lan would eat those foods mechanically, but her body instinctively rejected them. Within half an hour, she would feel nauseated physiologically, and she was bound to induce vomiting.

That night, An Lan was given anti-inflammatory drugs, covered with Qi Feng's coat, and fell asleep sitting on a chair in the infusion room.

The hospitals near the Criminal Investigation Corps have to deal with the criminal police from time to time, and treat various suspects who have self-harmed because of resisting arrest.

The doctor in the emergency room knew Qi Feng, and invited him to an office alone, reminding that An Lan's condition was not ideal, not like a simple digestive system disorder, and suggested that Qi Feng take him to a mental hospital for a detailed evaluation .

"You mean depression?" Qi Feng asked.

The doctor replied that he had doubts, and asked Qi Feng to take him for examination as soon as possible.

Back in the infusion room, Qi Feng looked at An Lan curled up in the seat, only to feel that compared to the past, he had shed a layer of skin and was a different person.

At dawn, there was only the last bag of glucose left on the infusion stick, Qi Feng rested on the chair beside An Lan with his forehead resting on his forehead.

An Lan opened his eyes slightly, and saw the infusion room which was gradually getting busy. He had no expression on his face, and numbly watched the decelerated life after frames, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

At this time, An Lan seemed to be in a vacuum in the current world, his heart was lost, and he didn't know what to do.The liquid in the hanging bottle had been dripped out, and the red blood was poured back into the infusion tube, but An Lan remained motionless. He thought of a person, a person who could really make him feel warm...

It was also at that moment that a longing figure flashed past in the crowd - An Lan's breathing stopped for a moment, and immediately after that, the dead heart in his chest beat faster.

He Qiyan? !

The haunted name suddenly came to mind, An Lan stood up abruptly, took two steps forward unconsciously, and pulled out the bloody needle on the back of her hand.

"Old White Rabbit..." An Lan silently said that endearing name, and tried her best to search in the crowd, but she couldn't find that figure.He was so anxious that his heart ached, and he ran towards the infusion room in a hurry.

Qi Feng woke up and happened to see An Lan's leaving back. He yelled twice, but when there was no response, he hurriedly got up and chased after him.

An Lan ran out of the hospital all the way. On the street with endless traffic, the roar of cars, the noise of pedestrians, and all kinds of voices made him have a splitting headache. He gradually lost his way. In a daze, he seemed to see He Qiyan's back Standing in the traffic flow in the middle of the road.

Unexpectedly, An Lan took a step forward and staggered towards the speeding traffic...

Then, a sharp urgency resounded, and he was suddenly pulled back by a powerful force, and Qi Feng's angry shout followed closely in his ears——

"You fucking don't want to die?"

An Lan turned her head, her pale face was facing Qi Feng, a tear burst from her lifeless eyes, her thin lips trembled slightly: "Give him back to me..."

The driver who was forcibly stopped stopped and wanted to scold him, but Qi Feng kicked him on the car door. He shrank back in fright and drove away angrily.

Qi Feng pulled An Lan to the side of the road, and said word by word: "I told you, He Qiyan has already sacrificed."

The moment the words fell, he was punched hard on the face, and An Lan shouted: "Give him back to me! He is mine, give him back to me!"

Qi Feng wiped the corner of his mouth, turned his head, pinched An Lan's cheek, and told him solemnly again: "Listen to me, He Qiyan is dead. I don't care if you cheer up or not, you can only have me for the rest of your life." .”