Chapter 1780

Wen Yanzhi's eyes suddenly burst out and his fingers pinched into the palm of his hand. He did not return solemn words, only slowly rose from the ground.

It was just such a simple move, but it seemed to have exhausted his whole strength. His mind was full of the tragedy of the young man after he was tyrannized.

Jingrong's painful hum and frightened expression are like a knife on his heart.

If --

if he didn't take him away without permission, and didn't let him buy breakfast in a place he didn't know where he was, all this might not happen.

Black gun in hand. He went out step by step, and his whole body was full of the cold and cold air brought from hell.

Those people outside are squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms. When the leader heard the footsteps, he looked back and saw Wen Yanzhi. He wanted to beg for mercy immediately. However, after seeing his gloomy look, his body shook and all the words stuck in his throat.

There was no heat on Wen Yanzhi's face. He raised his hand and banged it neatly on the man's other leg.

"Ah..." The man screamed and fell to the ground.

Wen Yanzhi's face had never been terrible, almost ferocious. The horrible eyes glared at each other and fired several shots at each other. But in each other's blood, each gun will not let a little blood.

The people next to him were silent and regretful. To know that Jing Rong is involved with Mr. Wen, they dare not be so blatant.

After counting the guns, he took a pocket towel from his chest and wiped the muzzle of the gun coldly. He said, "take them to the black market and sell them."

"Yes, young master!"

All the men who knelt on their knees were a group of big men. At the moment, they all changed their faces when they heard Wen Yanzhi's words.

"Master Wen, be merciful

"We are wrong! We won't dare to do it again! Please spare us this time

You know, the black market is not only selling women, but also men. The men who buy men on the black market are no more than those who are fun and ruthless. In this black market, I don't know how many people have been abused by all kinds of sexual abuse methods.

Wen Yanzhi was indifferent to everyone's plea for mercy.

It's cold on the surface.

Until on the ambulance, see lying in the car, with oxygen bottles, bloodless youth, his face changed slightly. Cold, gradually receding, replaced by deep intolerance, heartache and deep guilt.

Don't dare to sit near him. Face chagrin buried in the center of both palms.

Wen Yanzhi sent Jing Rong to the hospital.

After emergency rescue and a series of examinations, he was finally pushed out.

In the ward, Yu Zeyao has been sitting there waiting. Standing beside him in solemn silence. What had just happened in the abandoned building was clearly stated.

Seeing Wen Yanzhi, who came in with Jing Rong, who was unconscious, he stood up with a cold look and took the lead to walk to the ward hall. When he passed Wen Yanzhi, he only left a cold sentence: "come out!"

Wen Yanzhi takes a look at the boy and tells the nurse several times. Then he turns around and follows Yu Zeyao to the ward hall. As soon as the door of the ward was closed, Yu Zeyao grabbed Wen Yanzhi's skirt and smashed him with a fist.

Wen Yanzhi has never been beaten. At this moment, he has been beaten firmly, and he does not hide. Instinctively, as if seeking to vent his anger, he also hit the man with a fist.

Yu Zeyao did not hide, and the corners of his mouth were hit with blood on the spot. Seeing this picture solemnly, he took out a gun to face Wen Yanzhi.

Yu Zeyao cheered: "retreat!"

Solemnly weighing it, he finally put the gun away and backed aside.

Yu Zeyao clasped Wen Yanzhi's neck and looked cold. "You took Jingrong. You let him come back with a half disability overnight. How did you do it? What do you want me to tell his sister? "

"I'd like to ask you!" Wen Yanzhi sneered, gritted his teeth, and grabbed Yu Zeyao, "this matter has nothing to do with your uncle! I tell you, if Jingrong can't stand up all his life, and he can't take his paintbrush any more, the rest of your family and I will not be finished! "

His eyes popped and his voice trembled.

Yu Zeyao also stares at him coldly.

Two people, four eyes opposite, finally, do not know who released who first. Wen Yanzhi seemed to be over hit, retreated to the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked fiercely. The fingers with the cigarette were shaking.

Yu Zeyao walked over and put out the cigarette end of his finger. "Don't smoke in the hospital."

The sound, compared with just now, has been softened a lot.

Wen Yanzhi gradually calmed down, and his dispirited face was buried in the palm of his hand.

He was like talking to himself, confessing: "it's my fault, it's my fault that I didn't take care of him. It's none of your business."

"I'll look into it again." Yu Zeyao stood beside him and looked down at him. For a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "what does the doctor say?"“……” Wen Yanzhi's Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't say more than one word.

Yu Zeyao had already known that there was more melancholy between his eyebrows. "I'll let Jingyu come here, but I don't want Jingrong to be injured and tragic to let her know."

Wen Yanzhi breathed more heavily, and his disheartened face was lifted from his fingers.

He looked up at Yu Zeyao, a proud and flamboyant man. For the first time, he was so helpless that he was shocked.

"When Jingrong wakes up, how can I tell him In the future, not only can he walk with the help of a wheelchair, but also... " Wen Yanzhi said this, sniffed for a long time, then went on to say, "even he is no longer the hand of God. He will never want to go to the Academy of fine arts that he yearns for most with his fine arts talent? "

Yu Zeyao listened to his words, his thin lips moved a few times, but he was unable to speak.

He always felt that he was a cold politician. From childhood to adulthood, what he was instilled in his bones was to fight for power and gain. All his patience and softness were given and only given to Jingyu.

For a teenager's future, he can completely ignore.

But at this moment, the heart is not calm and peaceful.

Such a encounter, for a young man full of hope in the future, is extremely cruel. Maybe, he will never recover.

And for the king who placed high hopes on him and loved him deeply, it must be a devastating blow.

Yu Zeyao left the hospital with a lot of worries. Along the way, no words, solemn also did not say a word.

Driving all the way back to the vice president's office, it was already daybreak.

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