About the ex-boyfriend who came back from the dead

Sunja pulled out the gun smoothly and hit Michael in the shoulder.The bullet had already been fired, but it deviated from the direction due to Shun Zi's interference.At this time, the other bodyguards brought by Mu Zhilan also took out their guns to fight.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Michael turned around and entered the elevator, firing several shots as a cover.Shunzi did not hesitate to shoot at the buttons and doors of the elevator, hoping to prevent the elevator from running.But that trick didn't work, the elevator kept running the same way.Sunja immediately chased after him through the stairs next to him.

And Ji Qingfeng lay on Mu Zhilan's body, his left shoulder was already stained red with blood.Mu Zhilan was like a dead robot, lying motionless on the ground, with his hands in the air, not knowing what to do.

"I'm fine..." Ji Qingfeng endured the severe pain in his shoulder, and talked to Mu Zhilan, "Don't be afraid..."

Even if his life was threatened, Ji Qingfeng tried his best to comfort Mu Zhilan.

Dr. Cao came over, quickly gave Ji Qingfeng emergency treatment, and told others to call the private doctor immediately.

"Qingfeng..." Mu Zhilan began to speak slowly, his voice was too hoarse to be heard, "You don't want to die, Qingfeng, don't you want to die, okay?"

Ji Qingfeng held Mu Zhilan's palm with his hand: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"You don't want to die, okay?"

Like a vexatious baby, he stubbornly made noise, made a wish, and asked for his beloved toy.He didn't know how to react, his mind went blank.At this time, Mu Zhilan realized that if Ji Qingfeng died one day, his personality and even the meaning of existence would disappear with him.

The private doctor rushed over quickly and treated Ji Qingfeng's wound.Fortunately it wasn't serious, just a bruise on the shoulder, but the wound was a bit deep and needed a tetanus to prevent infection.

The private doctor assured him that nothing would happen, but Mu Zhilan was still worried and insisted on sending Ji Qingfeng to the hospital for a physical examination.Ji Qingfeng couldn't hold back him, so he could only follow him to the hospital.

When Krista received the news and rushed to the hospital, Ji Qingfeng was escorted by Mu Zhilan to check all internal organs.Ji Qingfeng said several times that he was fine, that the wound had been bandaged, and what else could happen, but Mu Zhilan was still in shock, as if putting Ji Qingfeng in front of all kinds of people for inspection would bring him some relief. psychological comfort.

"Let the breeze rest, the patient also needs rest," Krista deliberately deceived Mu Zhilan, "These instruments have messy radiation, what if the wound is irritated?"

Mu Zhilan would definitely laugh back at such a low-quality lie that is like health care products for the elderly.But now Mu Zhilan is like a frightened bird, putting Ji Qingfeng's life and safety first, and believing whatever he says.

Ji Qingfeng finally got a rest, lying on his side on the bed, pinching Mu Zhilan's pain, giving him some comfort.

Only then did Krista exclaim: "Lan! You can see Qingfeng's face!"

The two people whose names were called looked at each other. What happened just now was so sudden that neither of them realized that Mu Zhilan had overcome the previous psychological shadow and was able to look at her lover with her eyes.

This can be regarded as luck in misfortune.

Mu Zhilan regained his senses and held Ji Qingfeng's hand. He once thought that if he could see Ji Qingfeng one day, he would hold his lover's face tightly and kiss him again and again. .But now that he took such a big risk, and Ji Qingfeng was shot, he didn't know how to react.After thinking for a long time, I was still afraid: "If possible, I would rather not have this recovery method..."

Ji Qingfeng scratched his hand, and put his face on his palm: "You have already recovered, so don't say such things."

Mu Zhilan nodded.

Krista had something to say to Ji Qingfeng, so she kicked Mu Zhilan out and asked him to preside over the investigation of the attack.Mu Zhilan reluctantly let go of Ji Qingfeng's hand and walked out of the ward.As soon as he arrived at the door, facing Shunzi, he immediately changed his expression and face.

"Have you caught up with the killer?"

Shunzi shook her head: "No, we lost it."

Mu Zhilan sighed, "His hair color is quite special. Check it online, maybe he is a professional killer. Call the police, and then I will go to my uncle and ask him to contact a professional person to come and check."

Mu Zhilan took Shunzi and drove to Camelia's house, and contacted Jiang Zhiqiu's uncle to ask him to send someone to look at the traces.

On the other hand, Michael, who escaped Sunja's pursuit, went to a clinic run by his acquaintances and asked them to help him remove the bullet and stitch up the wound.It was already late at night after the episode, and before leaving, an acquaintance warned Michael not to drink alcohol recently, eat a reasonable diet, and stop messing up missions to tear wounds.

Michael turned a deaf ear, wearing a hat against the dim street lamps to make his pale golden hair less dazzling, he stooped into the car and returned to the villa.

The whole villa is very quiet. Out of the secrecy of the organization's information security, there are no bodyguards or housekeepers here, only a few nannies come to clean up occasionally.Entering the hall, it was pitch black, and Michael wanted to fumble to turn on the light, but the anesthesia wore off, and the pain in his shoulder suddenly became obvious.He was too lazy to turn on the light, so he just groped his way back to the room.

Suddenly, the entire hall lights up, from the outer circle to the inner circle, the bright and dazzling lights are lit up one by one.Michael, who hunched over and propped up the escalator, climbed up step by step, looked particularly embarrassed.

Raphael stood at the top of the stairs, and behind him was a picture of the Virgin Mary mosaiced by stained glass.Raphael put one hand on the carved escalator, looking down at Michael, like a judge examining crimes.

The smell of blood and medicine floating in the air is especially sensitive to people like them.Raphael walked down step by step, his shiny leather shoes stepped on the wooden stairs, and the sound of "da-da-da-" echoed throughout the empty hall.He walked over to Michael.Michael thought that Raphael was here to help him, and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that Raphael's opening was a question.

"Did you do it?" Raphael asked, "Did you do it to Lucifer?"

His voice was majestic and calm, sounding like a priest in a church, the legendary Heavenly Father.But this kind of voice has no deterrent effect on Michael. He knows how hard the hypocritical Raphael in front of him has worked so hard to train this kind of voice comparable to that of a World War II speaker. He also knows that such a voice is just used to deceive the organization. For those mindless believers.

What's more, Raphael, who is used to coming and going in sensual occasions, can't even survive ten rounds under his own hands.

Michael ignored it, but walked up stubbornly.

"I asked you something! Do you still see me as the leader?" Rafael reached out and grabbed Michael's arm, "Do you know how powerful the Camelia family is? Do you know How much trouble your behavior will bring to the organization!"

"Then do you still remember your father's last words before he died?" Michael turned around. Tired of Rafael's questioning, he pulled out the gun tied to his waistband and pointed it at Rafael's eyebrows, "Kill him!" Dead Lucifer, and his lover! Which one have you done now? You only have organizations in your eyes, don’t forget, all your power, wealth and power are left to you by your father! Without your father, what do you do? neither!"

Being pointed at by a gun, Raphael also calmed down a little.He knew how devout and central his friend was, and he also knew how important his father's words were to Michael's heart.Michael has nothing to attach to, nothing to love, he really broke his courage with one shot.

Raphael took a deep breath and communicated with Michael in a calm tone: "You have to know that the organization was founded by my father with all his pains. If we angered the Camelia family in order to kill Lucifer, let them Further destroying the organization is not worth the loss. Lucifer is not of Camelia's blood, we can find a way to provoke the relationship between him and the Camelia family, as long as the Camelia family abandons him, how do you want to torture him? I won't care about you."

Rafael made a promise, and Michael's anger became a little bit lower. He put away his gun and said "sorry" to the half-brother he grew up with.

"I know you are loyal to your father, but Michael, those who do great things must be calm," Raphael further coaxed Michael, "I am also a child raised by my father, he said before he died Every sentence is deeply engraved in my mind, like an oracle. It’s just that Michael, sometimes desperate courage is not as good as a clever strategy, and we need to wait for an opportunity. Didn’t Gabriel have successfully entered the card Is the Miria family already? Believe me, the day will come when Lucifer is killed."

Michael remained silent, thinking about the credibility of Raphael's words.

Rafael looked down and saw the wound on his shoulder: "Look at you, what benefits can you get by making yourself like this. Have you seen a doctor? Do you need me to find someone to check your body again?"

Michael shook his head, rejecting Raphael's kindness.

"I'll take you back to rest." Raphael reached out to hold Michael's hand and helped him up the stairs step by step. "During this time, you will rest at home, and I will take care of other things. You With this kind of injury, life is inconvenient, do you need me to arrange a woman to take care of you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Michael: "No need."

"Don't be polite to me."

"No need," Michael pushed Raphael away as soon as he entered the room, "I can take care of myself."

His attitude of refusal made Raphael suspicious, and Raphael's smile faded after Michael closed the door.

From this point of view, what Gabriel said seems to be true.