Chapter 231

"Where's job?" Junzhimu woke up much earlier than they expected. They were scared to death two hours ago. Fortunately, he woke up.

However, when he woke up, he said the name in the first sentence. Aunt Fang and several of them stood by the bed and looked at each other with complicated and embarrassed expressions.

"... where's job?"

He lay flat on the bed, his face was still pale and weak, his eyes were closed, his right hand was still pricked with a needle, his whole body had no strength, and his head was not so painful.

There was some noise in his ear, but he knew she wasn't here.

Aunt Fang stepped forward and could not hide her nervousness. Usually they were afraid of your herding, but tonight she was very reserved and said in a low voice, "little lady's little aunt called..."

"Where is she?"

It seemed that something was wrong. Jun Zhimu's pale face suddenly became gloomy. He immediately opened his eyes, his throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice was very penetrating.

Looking at him, aunt Fang froze with fright.

Inner struggle, half lowered his head, did not dare to look at him, efforts to calm down, voice back a, "young lady, she just left, she said to go to her aunt there."

"No way." In a cold voice, he firmly denied.

"It's not the first time she's turned her back on you. It's impossible."

The servants at the door of the room gave way one after another. Mr. Jun came in calmly with a crutch and scolded angrily.

"Where is she?" He's very persistent.

"Give her back... She's dangerous outside."

The old man had a black face and was burning with anger, especially when his turbid eyes saw his morbid appearance. His chest was blocked with anger and heartache, and he growled with gnashing teeth.

"My family's descendants, how can you have such useless descendants in my family? When you are so sick, you only care about one woman!"

This time, the man on the bed didn't reply. It seemed that his head was still dull. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, his left hand quickly pulled off the needle on the back of his right hand, and he was about to get up with his hands on the bed.

One side of the housekeeper saw him this action, immediately anxiously motioned to the bedside maid to support him.

"Get out of here!"

Junzhi's head was still dizzy, his body was weak and trembling, he barely supported his upper body, his voice was hoarse and cold, he was sick, but now he was in a very bad mood, and his momentum was even more shocking.

The old man standing at the head of the bed with crutches became more and more angry and scolded at his paranoid appearance.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let him go to find his own death, don't worry about it!"

The servants in the room were very hesitant and did not dare to touch Jun's shepherd. They all looked at the needle dripping liquid and their young master's face was haggard and weak, and he didn't even wear shoes. They strode out towards the door in a hurry.

The old housekeeper watched the two grandsons fighting. He was very anxious. He ran out quickly, "young master Zhimu, you are not stable. There are many complications..."

"Your illness really can't be delayed any longer. We need to arrange the operation immediately."

As soon as this uneasy voice fell, Jun Zhimu, who had already come to the stairway, suddenly became dark in front of his eyes and could not see anything. His heart was filled with instinctive panic and his hands and feet were confused.

Stepping down the stairs, the whole person lost his balance and fell down the stairs in a panic, frightening everyone upstairs.

"Master Zhimu"

The old housekeeper took the lead in responding, yelled in horror, and ran quickly.

The others were stunned for a second, looking at the motionless tall body lying under the stairs. His forehead had been bleeding, stained with his morbid pale face, and his heart was beating in silence.

But Mr. Jun's eyes were wide open and staring at the bottom of the stairs. The old man's face was full of fright. His heart beat wildly and his lips trembled. He wanted to open his mouth and give orders immediately. However, his spoken language was out of control, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

The pain in my heart, as familiar as ever, is so painful that I can't breathe and speak.

Junzhimu is more paranoid than his father junqingcheng, and makes him angry and worried... How can he bear the pain of sending black haired people to white haired people again!

"Dr. Mo, come and help quickly --"

The housekeeper has gone to the stairs, looking at the body which has been gradually cold, red eyes, shouting, "simple bandage, take all the medicine, contact the special plane immediately, and fly to Seattle immediately tonight..."

Torrential rain ravaged the whole sky and dark clouds surged. The weather was very bad. The golden lightning suddenly fell, shaking people's hearts, and thunder resounded through the sky.

Qiao bao'er was sitting in the car, and outside the car window, in the dark and rainy night, a white light and lightning flashed away from her face. Her face turned white, her heart beat faster, and she was in a frenzy.

She didn't yell in the car. She knew it was just in vain. She just kept looking back and looking in the direction of Jun's house behind her

The shepherd of the king.

She doesn't know how he is now. Don't worry

Until the speed slows down and the car stops, the driver will unlock the car lock. With a very light click, she almost pulls down the door at this moment and is about to rush out and leave the cage in the car.

However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw a familiar face.

Gu Ruyan was standing by the door, holding an umbrella, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Why?"

Qiao bao'er got out of the car. Her whole body had already been drenched by the roaring rain. Her dripping hair and shirt, her cold and white face, and her eyes were full of complex emotions, staring straight at the woman in front of her.

"Why, auntie, tell me, grandfather, why did he send me back?" The backlog of emotions, constantly endure, she knows, all this must have something to do with Gu Ruyan.

Gu Ruyan stepped forward to block her umbrella and looked at her. At this time, he looked at himself with a kind of almost resentful eyes and said to her in a calm voice, "baby, you let me down."

"You actually took the opportunity to go back. You didn't give up that jun family. Are you also infatuated with the power of jun family like those women, and you love vanity like them..."

"Auntie, you are not reasonable at all!" Qiao Baoer roared.

The umbrella couldn't stop the torrential rain, thunder, lightning and wind. Her uneasiness was growing, and the tears in her red eyes blended with the rain

"Junzhimu is ill. I promised to accompany him!"

Qiao Baoer turns around and is about to leave.

Gu Ruyan simply threw the umbrella in his hand, stepped forward quickly, reached out and grabbed her arm, "don't go back." Her attitude is also very firm, as the sky thunder, sonorous and powerful.

Qiao Baoer backhand to break off her fingers, face was white and blue, but eyes are red circle, warm tears and cold rain is different, tears one by one hit Gu Ruyan hand, but she was indifferent, still tightly grasp, do not agree with her to leave.

Qiao bao'er was really worried. She cried red and went to beg her, "let me go back. I'm really worried about him..."

She couldn't imagine that junzhimu was so weak. She was really incompetent before. She cared too little about him and regretted it. Her heart seemed to be pulling. She was afraid that he couldn't do anything.

Gu Ruyan didn't think she would cry like this, but she was still hard hearted, "you go back, you can't help..."

"I love him!"

Her voice hissed, "I love him!" Echo with the roaring thunder.