Yu Yong's words were plain, but Jiang Xinchen felt a chill when he heard them.

divorce……

Jiang Xinchen's hands hanging on both sides were slightly tightened. It was strange that he was not so surprised by the divorce that Yu Yong said at this time.

Unexpectedly, reasonable.

Perhaps from the last time, the Yu family and the Tong family stood by and watched, he understood a little.

Jiang Xinchen pinched his cell phone, slowly looked up, and looked at Mr. Jiang in the ward: "I am a member of the Jiang family."

Yu Yong paused for a moment and spoke in a deep voice, "Xinchen, think clearly, you know what the Jiang family is now. No matter whether you can stay in the Jiang family or not, you can't change it."

"I understand." Jiang Xinchen hung up the phone directly and walked out of the hospital door.

On the phone.

Yu Zhenling sat by the sofa, looked up at Yu Yong, and her hands were stirred together: "Brother... do you really want to get a divorce?"

After being married to Jiang Quan for so many years, compared to others, Jiang Quan never misses the flowers outside. Yu Zhenling has almost nostalgia for this marriage.

"You know what the situation of the Jiang family is now. They have depended on Mr. Jiang. They were afraid of Meng Fu before. Now Meng Fu is dead. You know what Mr. Jiang is in the situation. The hospital placed a critically ill order yesterday," Yu Yong sat opposite Yu Zhenling. He picked up a cup of tea and said solemnly: "Although I am from the Painting Association, I am still far from the president. If the Chu family attacks us, I have no room for improvement."

The Yu family has always had a heart to climb up.

Especially after Yu Yong returned from the capital, he realized that the Yu family, who was considered a famous family in T City, was nothing to be taken to the capital.

After going to M City this time, Yu Yong became more determined to climb up.

He finally developed a Jiang Xinran. At this time, such a thing happened, Yu Yong had to abandon the car and maintain his coach.

"I've found a lawyer for you," Yu Yong lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea, and continued to speak, "Contact Jiang Quan to sign a divorce agreement, and you can negotiate for yourself."

**

m City.

As a diplomatic diplomat, Wei Jingke was thanking the captain of the special rescue team in M ​​City at this time, "I would like to thank you for this action."

Otherwise, their rescue would not have been so fast.

Hearing this sentence, the captain of the special rescue team bent down quickly, and his spine was sweating coldly, "Mr. Wei, saving Miss Meng is our duty, and the affairs of the Painting Association are ours. Don't say that."

Wei Jingke just said something normally, but he didn't expect that the captain of the special rescue team was so panicked.

Listening carefully, his three words "Miss Meng" were filled with a little fear.

What's the situation?

Wei Jingke and Su Huang looked at each other.

"Mr. Wei, you are in M ​​City. If you have any instructions, we will be on call." The captain of the special rescue team bowed.

After they left, Wei Jingke turned sideways and turned to Su Huang: "Strange..."

He originally wanted to ask about Su Huang and Mengfu, but then he found that Su Huang was not familiar with him, so he stopped asking, and it was useless to ask.

Su Huang also looked at the back of the captain of the special rescue team. When the backs of their cars were all young, he turned around and walked towards the airport. While calling Ma Cen, he was preparing to evacuate back to the capital.

"Mr. Wei, are you staying here or going back with me?" After everything was ready, Su Huang asked Wei Jingke.

Wei Jingke shook his head, "I won't go back to the capital, I will go directly to the Federation the day after tomorrow."

He has other things in the Federation.

"Okay," Su Huang nodded, and at this time he also remembered another thing, "Ms. Feng is going to take the Federal Fragrance Association?"

Hearing this sentence, Wei Jingke looked a little serious, "She will pass the exam in two months. The Feng family will enter the Federation, but it is just a matter of time."

Su Huang nodded, didn't ask any more questions, said a few words to Wei Jingke, and then returned to the capital.

Wei Jingke looked at her back and left, put his hand in his pocket, ready to see Meng Fu.

**

In Meng Fu's ward, she was still wearing a sick suit. Her hands were unexpectedly fine, but after ct, she had some internal injuries.

When she woke up, she not only called Mr. Jiang, but also gave Li Qingning to follow up. Xu Bochuan, Che, Shao, Chuyue and his party reported their safety, "Don't, don't come, I'm fine."

"Sister Fan, I'll go see Director Gao." After calling, Meng Fu lifted the quilt and turned his head to look at Zhao Fan.

"Slow down, you should take a good rest first and look at your face. There is no blood at all." Zhao Fan put down the insulation bucket in his hand and took the coat to Meng Fu. "Director Gao is right across from him, leave."

Meng Fu took the coat and put it on himself. While walking out, he turned his head and coughed: "Sister Fan, have you brought me some wine?"

Zhao Fan said quietly, "In the cabinet next to your bed."

If it were in the past, Zhao Fan would still take into account Meng Fu's identity as a singer and stand on the unified route with Su Cheng.

But at this time, Meng Fu escaped from death, and his life was hanging on the line. Zhao Fan felt that he could not refuse Meng Fu, so he secretly hid a can of wine on his face while buying Meng Fu's food.

"Above the way." Meng Fu patted Zhao Fan on the shoulder.

Zhao Fan was modest, "By the way, President Yan called you before and asked you, and said he wanted to see you."

"Oh." Meng Fu was not surprised.

The two were about to go to Gaoshuoku's ward together, but unexpectedly, Director Gao was pushed by his wife first.

It was already half a day since the rescue came out, and Zhao Fan and others immediately notified Director Gao's family.

Director Gao's legs were just cast. He was now sitting in a wheelchair with his legs raised high, and his wife was pushing him. He was talking to Qin Hao: "Are the rest of the crew okay?"

Qin Hao knocked on the men in Meng Fu's ward and said, "I have arranged the crew members too. Except for some cameras, USB flash drives and negatives, I'll do it all for the venue. You can recover from the injury first. Don't worry about other matters."

Inside, Zhao Fan opened the door and saw Director Gao and others, and smiled, "I just said I was going to find your door."

When the wife of Gao, who was pushing the high director, saw Meng Fu, she immediately put down the wheelchair of the push high director and bent down at Meng Fu with great gratitude, "Miss Meng, thank you for saving our old Gao Yisheng..."

Zhao Fan and Su Di didn't say anything, but Director Gao's wife heard Director Gao say that if Meng Fu were not available this time, Director Gao would have died three days ago.

Qin Hao also turned to Meng Fu, stood up, and finally let go of his heart that was hanging: "It's fine."

"Madam Gao, don't give such a big gift. It should be that Director Gao also gave Meng Fu a lot of opportunities." Zhao Fan stopped Director Gao's wife and smiled.

"Your hands are really okay?" The two of them spoke well. However, Director Gao was sitting in a wheelchair and his eyes were on Meng Fu's arm. "In theory, this is impossible..."

"Ba"

Director Gao's wife slapped Director Gao's forehead mercilessly, "What's impossible? I think you're itchy? Why don't you thank Miss Meng!"

"No, no, no, maybe, maybe," Director Gao withdrew his gaze and looked at Meng Fu with a real face, "How could there be something wrong with your hands!"

And thank you.

As the few people were talking, Wei Jingke and Su Di also came to see Meng Fu.

"Miss Meng..." As soon as Su Di came in, he looked at Meng Fu excitedly, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Others don’t know, but Su Di has experienced it, so naturally he knows that the energy in Meng Fu’s body seems to be larger than that in his body?

Could Meng Fu also be from the ancient martial arts family?

But the ancient martial arts family has never heard of Jiang or Meng...

strangeness.

Wei Jingke put a bouquet of flowers he bought on the road on the table. He was not familiar with Meng Fu and was even a little embarrassed.

After waiting in the room for two minutes, he was about to walk out.

Su Di sent him out first.

"This Miss Meng is really a little strange," Wei Jingke turned to Su Di, "When you know that when you are in danger, the Painting Association here actually found a special rescue team in M ​​City. The Painting Association has always been noble and looks like no one looks down on him. Even the Great Elders and the others have no choice. Don't you think it's strange?"

When Su Di heard Wei Jingke say this, he only raised his eyebrows, and was not too strange, so he said "Oh".

Not to mention anything else.

Meng Fu, a popular star, can be alongside Bertram if he acts as a racer.

Also, the president of the Painting Association I met at Meng Fu last time must be from the headquarters of the Beijing Painting Association.

Then, there was the perfumer that Su Di had been guessing.

Wei Jingke looked at Su Di and always felt that he felt that he was "Oh" and deserved a little beaten.

**

The next day.

Yan Langfeng has been busy with Meng Fu's affairs at the reception desk of the Painting Association in M ​​City these two days.

He was on the phone with the city lord of M City, and Yan Langfeng straightforwardly: "Do you know the Chu family in T City?"

After those rescue teams rescued Meng Fu, Yan Langfeng had been asking someone to investigate the fact that someone had stopped the rescue of M City Special Rescue Team.

The Chu family has always been secretive in their work. Yan Langfeng’s main force is in the capital. It is difficult to find out the secrets of T City in a short time, but he also found a little.

Not to mention Yan Langfeng's question, even if he doesn't ask, the city lord of M City will tell the truth.

After listening to the other party’s explanation, Yan Langfeng frowned slightly and hung up the phone.

"Master." The assistant next to him poured a cup of tea for Yan Langfeng.
To be continued...