"By the way, lend me your phone to use. My phone was lost in the melee just now." Jian Meihua said.

"Okay!" Ye Chuan touched his pockets, then looked at Jian Meihua with a bitter face: "My one was lost as well."

"Is there anything else?" Jian Meihua asked with a headache.

Ye Chuan thought for a while and said, "There is also a landline in the bedroom. You can try it if it can be used."

"Okay." Jian Meihua said as she walked towards the bedroom, staggering.

"I'll help you?" Ye Chuan said.

"No," Jian Meihua refused and walked towards the bedroom alone.

Looking at Jian Meihua's back, Ye Chuan suddenly felt that this woman was not as powerful as she showed on the surface.

"Dongdongdongdongdong--" At this time, the door was knocked again. Ye Chuan scratched his head with some bamboo baskets. He picked up the bottle and walked to the door and asked, "Who?"

"Brother, it's me." Mo Mo's voice came from outside the door again.

Ye Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then became nervous as before. He subconsciously turned back and looked at the bedroom door, and saw that the door was closed, and quickly opened the door: "What's wrong?" Ye Chuan's mood now was like a man on two boats was afraid of capsizing at any time.

"Brother, I'll give you some medicine. Last time I saw that there were not much left in your medicine box, I'm afraid you won't have enough." The last time Mo Mo said was the time when Mo Mo helped Ye Chuan clean up his wound when the two met for the first time.

"Oh! Oh! OK!" Ye Chuan took the medicine from Mo Mo's hand in a daze, not knowing what to say. He didn't expect that after so long, Mo Mo could still remember that there was not enough medicine in his medicine box.

"Brother, aren't you going to fight today?" Mo Mo asked again worriedly.

"Absolutely not, don't worry!" Ye Chuan said, looking at Mo Mo with an indescribable scent.

"Well, it's good that there isn't. Brother, I'm going back to sleep!" Mo Mo said with a breath.

"Go back quickly and go to bed early, it's already very late now." Ye Chuan said, his tone becoming very gentle.

"Yeah, brother, good night."

"Good night."

As soon as Mo Mo left, Jian Meihua walked out of the bedroom with a gloomy face.

"Have you contacted the person you want to contact?" Ye Chuan asked while sitting on the sofa again.

"No, all the phones can't be reached." Jian Meihua said, with no emotion in her tone.

"You can live here tonight. It's so late now, it's not safe outside, and you can't contact others." Ye Chuan said with some embarrassment, but he was thinking about how to peek at Jian Meihua for a while.

"Well, then okay, please trouble you." Jian Meihua did not refuse.

Ye Chuan nodded, shook his head again, and said, "I'll just be on the sofa. You go to the bedroom, just don't think it's dirty."

"Okay, thank you!" Jian Meihua still answered without a tone.

"Why are you polite? Of course, if you want to repay me, it's not impossible...hehe..." Ye Chuan looked up and down at Jian Meihua, showing a despicable smile.

"What can I do?" Jian Meihua said with a smile, her hand stretched to her back.

"You can rest!" Ye Chuan said seriously: "Go to bed quickly! You need to take a good rest if you are injured!"

"Then I'll go to rest!" Jian Meihua greeted Ye Chuan and turned around and entered the bedroom.

Ye Chuan suddenly wanted to slap himself hard. Your grandfather! Why are you pretending to be a gentleman! Now, you have lost the opportunity to sleep with such a beautiful woman in bed. Ye Chuan secretly swore in his heart that if you encounter such a situation again in the future, you will never be able to save face.

Ye Chuan wanted to secretly open the bedroom door again to see what Jian Meihua was doing, but after thinking about Jian Meihua's black muzzle, he would just forget it.

Thinking of this, Ye Chuan fell on the sofa and went to make an appointment with Mr. Zhou.

Perhaps because of drinking or maybe because of being tired, Ye Chuan slept very hard. When he woke up in the morning, he found that Jian Meihua had left. On the bed in the bedroom, he still had the shirt, the coat that Jian Meihua wore last night, and a thick stack of cash.

"It seems that this woman is quite loyal!" Ye Chuan smiled and put away the cash.

In Shanhe Building, Jian Meihua returned to the office. Standing in front of the injured Su Yue and Gan Guoliang, the killers of last night, broke up all the people. Until the morning, the few people returned to the office one after another with injuries.

"Sister Mei, I always feel that Li Qiang is a little suspicious. Why did this person appear at your most dangerous moment twice in a row?" Su Yue said, covering the wound on her arm.

"I think so too, will he have any purpose?" said Gan Guoliang.

"I don't know, if he wanted to harm me, I think I'd do it last night. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but the feeling this person gave me is always mysterious. Su Yue, you continue to find a way to check his background." Jian Meihua said, and then asked again: "Ai Lan hasn't come back yet?"

Su Yue lowered her head: "Not yet. After being broken up last night, there was no news."

"I hope she is safe." Jian Meihua said quietly. At this time, someone knocked on the door of the office.

"Come in!" Jian Meihua called weakly.

The door opened, and Ai Lan was injured on her body. Behind her was a burly man tied up and covered in blood.

"Ai Lan, are you okay?" Jian Meihua asked.

"I'm fine, this person..." Ai Lan pointed at the man and said, "It was one of the killers last night."

Jian Meihua was secretly surprised. Unexpectedly, Ailan, who looked thin, could actually capture the strong man who was nearly 190 years old. She took out her pistol and put it on a silencer, walked to the strong man and asked, "Who asked you to attack me?"

"Hmph!" The strong man didn't say anything and turned his face aside.

Jian Meihua fired twice at the strong man's arm without saying a word. The strong man screamed and was about to struggle, but Jian Meihua's gun was already pointed at him: "Who asked you to attack me?"

"Wei...Wei Kun..." the strong man said gritting his teeth.

Jian Meihua suddenly pointed the gun at the strong man's foot and fired another shot.

"Ah!" The strong man screamed and sat on the ground. Gan Guoliang rushed over immediately and pressed the strong man down.

This time the gun pointed at his crotch. Jian Meihua looked at her and smiled, "Who asked you to attack me?"

Although she was laughing, the strong man had already felt chilling. Jian Meihua's eyes told herself that as long as she couldn't tell the answer she wanted, she would definitely fire the shot without hesitation.

"Yes... it's Uncle Wang..." the strong man said with his eyes closed, looking as if he was ashamed.

Jian Meihua suddenly laughed again and pulled the trigger at the strong man until she heard the sound of the empty pistol.

"Sister Mei, it's indeed that old guy Wang Quan. What should we do?" Su Yue asked.

Jian Meihua gently blew away the smoke from the muzzle, pressed the muzzle against her chin, and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, his death will be coming soon."
Chapter completed!