Chapter 221 I’m not sleepy anymore after saying this.

She entered the door.

Soon someone came forward and said, "Ms. Shen, please come to the third floor."

Shen Zhouyi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and her lips felt cold.

How interesting.

This Mr. Zhuang knows now.

Shen Zhouyi pursed his lips and followed upstairs.

Came to a box at the far end.

This is a suite. There is no one in the living room. There is a black umbrella at the door. The paint on the umbrella handle has been worn away. Directly opposite is the morning river view, covered with mist, and the whole world is hidden in the green mist.

Click——

The door to the bedroom next to her opened.

The man was not as formal as the previous meetings. He was wearing the simplest white shirt and black trousers. He was tall and tall, with an excellent head-to-body ratio. His black hair fell on his eyebrows, his skin was white, his lips were light-colored, and his eyes were sickly and sinister. The tail is long and slightly raised to look at her.

"morning."

Shen Zhouyi looked calm: "I want to know about Wen Yuan's situation."

She went straight to the point.

Zhuang Huaijun walked to the wine rack and carefully selected a bottle of wine. Although he was calm, he gave people an uncomfortable feeling of indifference, "Aren't you afraid to come to me directly?"

They met that time in Beijing.

Not friendly.

A gun, a life.

The ending is not happy either.

Shen Zhouyi pulled his lower lip lightly, "Mr. Zhuang's methods are tough. I know it personally. The foreign media praised Mr. Zhuang as a compassionate person. Don't you think it's ironic?"

Zhuang Huaijun poured the wine with a calm expression, turned around and looked at her through the indifferent Guangxi, his eyes were opaque, deep and mysterious.

"People have thousands of faces, and each has its own standards for good and bad. In Miss Shen's case, I seem to have been blacklisted?"

"What did Mo Qingqiu do to Wen Yuan?" Shen Zhouyi did not answer him, but stared at him calmly with her soft eyes.

"She's fine. She's catching a cold and resting. Mo is taking care of her and repenting."

Zhuang Huaijun came back happily.

He sat on the sofa and shook his wine glass. From this distance, she could clearly see a faint flesh-colored crescent-shaped scar on his rugged wrist. It was probably because the wound was deep at the time that it left such an obvious mark.

"Address, I'll pick her up."

Shen Zhouyi looked away.

"Miss Shen."

Zhuang Huaijun looked at her, "It seems that my memory was not very deep before, so you can boss me around."

Shen Zhouyi said calmly: "So, what do you mean?"

He squinted his eyes, hiding his sinister eyes, which were particularly melancholy: "I am not a person who kills and plunders at every turn. She will naturally be able to come back after she recovers, but... Zhuang has a small request."

These words.

It's nothing more than a threat.

Shen Zhouyi's lips became even darker: "What exactly do you want to do?"

From the beginning of these meetings, it seemed that something was wrong. From the conversation with my uncle, then with Pei Jinxing, and then the last conversation with Pei Jinxing, this man seemed to be a tyrant who was watching from the sidelines, witnessing each incident quietly. .

He definitely has no good intentions.

Zhuang Huaijun put down his wine glass and stroked the scar on his wrist bone thoughtfully, "Don't be nervous. It's a small matter. We can do it. Mr. Wen will be back at any time."

Said.

He took a document out of the drawer and placed it on the table.

"I'd like to ask Miss Shen to send this important document to someone for me. I'll run an errand and let Wen Yuan go home before evening."

Shen Zhouyi frowned.

Glancing at the document, he asked, "Who?"

"Chenlu Hospital, Room 1207, VIP 12th Floor."

"You do what you say?"

"I never lie."

Shen Zhouyi agreed.

She knew who Zhuang Huaijun was and what the ZJ family was like.

Wen Yuan is a serious businessman, and there is no way he can play with these vicious ghosts who seek their lives at night.

She stepped forward and bent down to pick up the document.

A hand with slender joints, pale veins, and beautiful warmth pressed down on the document.

The scar on the wrist bone is looming.

Shen Zhouyi raised his head.

Facing the man's long, narrow and cruel eyes, he stared at her: "You really don't remember anything?"

Shen Zhouyi's eyebrows seemed to be filled with mountain mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

She frowned lightly.

Seems to be stuck.

Zhuang Huaijun's eyes moved slightly, and he let go of his hand. There were emotions in his eyes that were both true and false, and his smile was as gloomy and unkind as ever, "It's okay."

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Come out of the room.

Shen Zhouyi's thoughts were confused.

She couldn't see through this Zhuang Huaijun, he seemed to be hiding thousands of secrets, he was ruthless and cruel, and he seemed to be born ruthless.

She grabbed the document and looked back at the door.

After a while, he left quickly.

No matter what.

She had to gamble that nothing would happen to Wen Yuan within the safest time frame.

She couldn't trust Zhuang Huaijun, but it was better than overturning the negotiation table.

Anyway, try to find some room.

Arrive at Chenlu Hospital.

Shen Zhouyi didn't see what the document was.

She's not interested.

Go straight to the twelfth floor.

After getting out of the elevator, she didn't look around and walked away.

I happened to miss Chen Yuchen coming out of a ward.

He stayed up for two long nights and underwent three major surgeries. His body was about to fall apart. When he raised his head after the rounds, a slender and indifferent figure passed across his eyes.

A meal.

Look up.

Chen Yuchen was slightly surprised: "Shen Zhouyi..."

But Shen Zhouyi didn't see him and walked quickly.

Chen Yuchen could only give up.

After checking the number of the ward she entered, she took the elevator downstairs and went back to the office.

The phone was turned off for two days.

When I turned on the phone, there were many WeChat calls.

He didn't check WeChat immediately, but directly found Pei Jinxing's phone number and dialed it.

It took a while for the other party to answer the call, and a decadent voice came out of the receiver: "Are you alive?"

Chen Yuchen rolled his eyes: "Don't hurt me. I just finished checking the ward, and your Miss Shen just came to the hospital. I just thought of giving you a call when I saw her. She came to the hospital early in the morning because she was not feeling well."

Comfortable?"
To be continued...