"I have something to say with Mr. Li. You wait outside." Jiang Kaishan ordered the bodyguard around him, then slightly raised his injured leg and moved into the house. Li Qing looked around, followed Jiang Kaishan in, and closed the door with his backhand.

Li Qing recognized this room. It was Jiang Cheng's room.

All the furnishings in the room were no different from those in the beginning. It was clear that Jiang Kaishan attached great importance to his dead son.

With his arm at the corner of the table, Jiang Kaishan tried his best to maintain his body balance, and his veins burst up on his neck: "Li Qing, what's your identity?"

"You took so much effort to bring me to such a place, just to say this?" Li Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm asking you!" Jiang Kaishan suddenly became fierce.

Li Qing raised his head, glanced at Jiang Kaishan and snorted with disdain: "what do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to talk to me like this?"

"In my eyes, you are no different from an ant." Li Qingsi said without scruples, his eyes full of contempt.

Jiang Kaishan was stunned for a long time. His face became more and more ugly. It was like suddenly aging into a teenager. He stared at Li Qing and asked hoarsely, "now I just want to know if my son Jiang Cheng died in your hands."

The arc of the corner of his mouth slowly expanded. Li Qing walked to Jiang Kaishan step by step, stared at his muddy old eyes, lowered his voice and said, "you are a man who has lived and died for a long time. You have become like this now. You haven't killed yourself yet. It shows that you are actually afraid of death. If you are afraid of death, don't ask so much. Knowing too much is bad for your health."

Two steps back, Li Qing laughed, and then turned to go out.

Jiang Kaishan stared at Li Qing's leaving figure. His crutches fell to the ground with a bang. His body immediately removed all its strength and fell to the ground with no look in his eyes.

"I know, I know." Jiang Kaishan murmured, his body paralyzed on the ground, and his breathing was too weak to be heard.

Li Qing went out of the room. In the stunned eyes of the bodyguard at the door, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and went downstairs triumphantly.

Back on the third floor, the bodyguards had all dispersed. Only the servants were still cleaning the ground, while Jiang Ting was sitting by the bed, with two slender jade legs overlapping and beads of water hanging on her delicate cheeks. It was obvious that she had just washed her face and had not had time to wipe it.

Entering the room, Li Qing looked around and said to Jiang Ting, "let's go. It's time to go back."

After biting her lips and hesitating a little, Jiang Ting asked slowly, "where is he?"

"It's all right, but it's only a few days." Li Qing said, leaned over to hold Jiang ting up, turned and went out.

"I'd better go by myself," said Jiang Ting, blushing with embarrassment.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor. Li Qing sighed softly: "you have a wound on your foot. Pay attention to rest."

After a moment of silence, Li Qing said again, "the old man already knows. Don't go back to Jiang's house this time. Stay in the Di Yi club. The sick wolf with red eyes likes to bite when he is dying."

When he said these words, Li Qing didn't look into Jiang Ting's eyes, because he felt a burst of sadness. He was clearly a father and daughter, and there was blood thicker than water. Why did he become like this?

"Me, isn't it the same?" Li Qing thought silently in her heart, and involuntarily emerged Wen Yang's suggestions in her mind. She couldn't help muttering: "after all these years, should I go back and have a look?"

"Rou'er, have you got your own happiness?"

Out of the jiangjiazhuang garden, Li Qing carried Jiang ting into the car, and then sat in himself. Wen Yang had already sat in the driver's seat early.

"Let's drive." Li Qingfen asked, and Wen Yang started the car and drove to Yanjing in the dark.

"Jiang Kaishan has been unable to lift any big waves, but you should pay more attention recently. After all, you should be careful to drive a ten thousand year ship." Li Qing pondered: "also, you should know the background of the Xiao family better than me. Go back and hurry up to check and give me a detailed information. It's not over yet."

Gently nodded her chin. Jiang Ting pondered for a moment and said, "thank you."

Li Qing slowly closed her eyes and let the car tear the darkness and rush into the colorful neon lights of Yanjing city.

I don't know how long it took, Li Qing suddenly said faintly, "Wen Yang, wait until you finish this period, come home with me. In addition, I also want to see other brothers."

Wen Yang's body suddenly stagnated, and immediately his face showed a color of ecstasy. Even his pale cheeks showed a flush.

"OK, when I'm finished, I'll go with my brother."

"HMM." Li Qing stopped talking. The three people in the car were thinking about their own thoughts. In their ears, they could only hear the buzzing sound of the car.

Arriving at the Diyi luxury club, Jiang Ting looked at Li Qing's blood and suggested: "go upstairs and deal with the wound first."

"OK." Li Qing didn't want to go back like this to scare Tian Rong, so she promised.

Although it was the second half of the night, there were still lights outside the Diyi luxury club. Three people quietly dived in from the back door and took a special elevator to the top floor.

Wen Yang helped to tear away Li Qing's blood soaked shirt and frowned: "brother, are you okay? How do I think you're going to hang up?"

"Can't you say something nice?" Li Qing glared at Wen Yang: "the previous wound has been opened, and the goods have been stabbed in the stomach. Recently, bad luck has happened one after another."

Then Li Qing took it out of his pants pocket, threw a bloody saber on the ground and scolded angrily: "shit, is an expert really powerful with this kind of thing?"

"Hey, hey, you broke his hand." Wen Yang said with a smile.

"That's because his own knife is fast. I can't blame him." Li Qing said with a tired and lazy face, but his cheeks were still a little pale due to excessive blood loss.

Wen Yang picked up the military knife, weighed it in his hand, and then danced a knife flower: "what if you put such a fast thing in your pocket and accidentally cut off your children and grandchildren?"

"You get away from me." Li Qing scolded with a black face, and Wen Yang smiled with a shy face.

Jiang Ting turned out the medicine box from the cabinet, limped to the two people and said faintly, "I'll come."

Then he touched the disinfectant with medical cotton, wiped the blood on Li Qing, and carefully cleaned the wound.

Looking up at Jiang Ting's focused appearance, Li Qing asked softly, "is the injury on your foot better?"

"Much better." Jiang Ting replied. It took more than half an hour for Jiang ting to wipe the blood on Li Qing, clean up the wound, and then wrap a thick layer of gauze around the injured place.

"You are so badly hurt that you should go to the hospital." Jiang Ting put away the medicine box and suggested.

"It's all right. I'm used to this kind of injury." Li Qing said disapprovingly and looked at Wen Yang.

Staring at the scar on Li Qing's body, Jiang Tingmei's eyes coagulated slightly, and then said, "wait a minute, I'll find you a dress."

"Thank you."

Jiang Ting nodded, turned and went out. After about ten minutes, she came back with a folded white shirt in her hand and looked at Li Qing on the sofa. The latter had quietly fallen asleep.

Wen Yang put his hands around his chest, leaned against the table, made a silent gesture to Jiang Ting, lowered his voice and said, "let him rest. He's bleeding too much and tired."

"Yes." Jiang Ting sat down in her chair, her shirt on her lap, and her beautiful eyes stared at sleeping Li Qing.

"What kind of person is he?" Jiang Ting suddenly asked softly.

Wen Yang scratched his pale cheek with a slight frown. After a while, he whispered, "it's very special. He has a strong desire to protect. You don't need to worry about anything with him. You feel very safe, because he always tries to bear everything alone."

Raised her hand and stroked the hair in front of her forehead. Jiang Ting pursed her mouth: "it's different from what I thought. I thought that the belief in a killer should be destruction, not protection."

"He is an unqualified killer." Wen Yang's eyes twinkled and stared at Li Qing. He even showed a trace of pity out of thin air. "Sometimes I feel worthless for my brother."

"It seems that he always desperately wants to catch something and protect people with such a strong desire, which is often the most precious thing he has ever lost."

Wen Yang's voice fell, and the house fell into a long silence.

After about 40 minutes, Li Qing's fingers moved slightly, and then slowly woke up.

Wen Yang handed over a glass of water. Li Qing gulped it down, then looked up and asked, "how long have I slept?"

"Not long, forty-three minutes." Wen Yang said faintly.

"It's time to go back," Li Qing said, putting the cup aside and getting up from the sofa.

Jiang Ting came up, unfolded her shirt and helped Li Qing put it on: "this is a custom-made dress for the waiter in the club. You can make do with it."

"It fits very well." Li Qing said with a smile, staring at Jiang ting and helping him fasten the buttons one by one.

"Well, let's go. Remember to call if you have something." Li Qing raised his hand to Jiang TingYang and walked out of the room. Wen Yang followed Li Qing behind him, turned back, took a deep look at Jiang Ting, lifted his hood and wiped it out of the door.

"What did you say?" Li Qing asked casually as he walked in the corridor.

Wen Yang was silent for a while before he whispered, "brother, why are you in charge of this kind of business again."

"She is a little like me." Li Qing said faintly, with a smile on her lips.

(small explosion, everyone is happy!)

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