“Azan…”

Listening to the sound of a mosquito-like voice coming from the receiver, Zuo Zhan's whole heart was suffocated, and his breathing was instantly suffocated.

After a few seconds of slowing down, he suppressed the thoughts in his mind and said to the phone, "What do you mean by saying it."

"She is calling you in her dream." Liao Jiangcheng's cold voice was no longer warm, as cold as the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, heart-wrenching, "When I feel compassionate, take her away."

A few simple words squeezed out from Liao Jiangcheng's teeth.

Through the faint crack in the door, he looked deep in the room. In fact, he couldn't see anything clearly. He was so dark that he could only glance at the outline. But the messy feeling was like a bone-eroding poison that made him feel confused.

"Did I not explain it clearly, or do you have a problem with your brain?"

"Zuo Zhan, I know exactly what you are thinking, and I don't have time to talk nonsense to you anymore. This time, and it's the last time-"

Liao Jiangcheng's cold voice was mixed with the determination of surrendering like a certain force, "Now you won't take her away, so, don't, regret it!"

When the words were finished, Zuo Zhan had already closed the line neatly.

Liao Jiangcheng almost dropped the phone angrily.

"damn it……"

His original intention of talking on the phone was not like this. He took advantage of the opportunity of making a wish to be terminally ill and forced Zuo Zhan to compromise and make concessions, without moving one soldier, or even without any effort, easily restrain Zuo Zhan, gaining both profits and making sure to make a profit.

But, why change the original intention?

Liao Jiangcheng couldn't explain it clearly, but he couldn't control his feelings when he saw that she was ill and was still thinking about that person. He listened to her murmuring Zuo Zhan's name, and he couldn't control his restlessness!

Liao Jiangcheng picked up his coat and walked out quickly.

The private doctor met him, and he strode out of the apartment with a cold face without saying a word.

A cold wind blew downstairs, and a cigarette was lit in the fire.

The cigarette was burning for most of the time, and the messy thoughts had not yet been suppressed.

How does he feel about making a wish?

With a wish, Liao Xu's marriage is strong and powerful, and there are benefits to the company and the family. However, Liao Dongxing is dead, Liao Haichuan is still in prison, and Su Yimo has also got out of the Liao family. Liao Meimei doesn't care about inheriting the family property, and Yiqiu is young... To put it bluntly, the entire Liao family is already in his hands. Whether it is to become bigger and stronger in his career or consolidate his position, no one can stop him.

Moreover, no matter how much money is, his life will be so long. He is really tired of flattery and intrigue every day...

Yes, right, the problem lies here.

Last time he was "vacation" on a secluded island abroad, he felt lonely for the first time. No matter how powerful or money he had, he had no one around him to accompany him. No matter how good or beautiful the scenery was, no one could share. How sad, what lingered in his mind at that time was making a wish.

Everything started from that time on.

Her appearance is exactly what he likes to his taste, her appearance conforms to his aesthetics, and her personality is exactly what he appreciates...

"Damn." Liao Jiangcheng recognized his heart for the first time. A ridiculous and powerless feeling was overwhelming. His chest was sore and swollen, as if he had torn apart bitter gallbladder, and the bitter taste was filled.

"Forget it, I can't care about that much."

He threw away the burned cigarette butts and turned around and went upstairs again.

And on the other side of the city.

The luxurious mansion on the top floor of a skyscraper, next to the high floor-to-ceiling window, Zuo Zhan's fingers holding a cigarette trembled slightly, and the lighter clattered for several times but did not catch fire.

With a click, Yan Shiqi fired a lighter and lit a cigarette for Zuo Zhan.

"elder brother……"

Zuo Zhan took a sip of cigarettes and turned around and looked at the bustling buildings in the night. "How is Liao Meimei?"

"The body recovers is pretty good. I just transferred to the general ward. The body organs are not suitable for donation for the time being. Our people have been paying close attention. I heard..."
Chapter completed!