Chapter 397
al assistant. It was most likely that she was trying to curry favor with Huo Jing.Just as Huo Jing's complexion was about to ease, she remembered Fu Yan and Fu Jing meeting last night. Her face darken...It's too early for the doctor to take Fu Yan to get any checkups.
The only possibility was that Fu Yan left from here.
She wouldn't just leave without a word, and how could he sleep so soundly that he didn't even know when Fuyuan left.
He coldly scanned the humidifier, strode over to it, and opened it. Sure enough, there were white crystals at the bottom of the water. Someone had added something to it. Unknowingly, he had fallen asleep.
What a despicable act!
It must be Huo Mingzheng!
Ji Lin strode out of the ward, and Solon outside the door looked at him warily, "Young Master Ji Er, what are you looking for"
"What are you pretending for! Where is your payment" Ji Lin was half a head shorter than Sorin, and not as physically imposing, but his aura was in no way inferior.
Sauron looked down at him and said in a cold voice, "I don't know."
He was Huo Mingzheng's man. Ji Lin didn't believe a word he said, yet when he pushed Suo Lun hard, he couldn't budge him.
He was all muscle, a truly professional fighter. If it came down to a brawl, Ji Lin had no chance of winning, but he couldn't just stand by and watch Fu Yan be taken away by Huo Mingzheng. This time, he almost killed Fu Yan. Who knows what would happen next time, maybe Fu Yan wouldn't even survive.
But Sauron only stood in his way, and did not strike.
"Young Master Ji, don't force me to take action."
Ji Lin didn't want to waste any time with him. He feigned a shot, swiftly dodged from Sauron's grasp, but only took two steps before being blocked by several black-clad bodyguards.
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The nurse entered the ward to remove the IV needle from Li Qin's arm, but she discovered that Li Qin had already removed it herself. The puncture site was not pressed, and dark red blood stained her hand back.
The nurse was startled and hurriedly treated her back of the hand. After wiping away the dried blood, the nurse realized that she wasn't getting a needle removed, but rather had pulled the needle head apart and drawn it across her hand, creating a long gash. No wonder so much blood was flowing.
And Li Qin remained completely still throughout the process, not even a flicker of emotion on her face as the nurse tended to her injured hand.
The nurse was very worried and hurriedly went to call the doctor.
Along with the doctor came Sauron.
Li Qin knew he was Huo Mingzheng's person, although she wasn't sure what relationship this golden-haired, blue-eyed, tall and muscular man had with Huo Mingzheng.
"Where's Azheng" Li Qin subconsciously looked behind Solen, but there wasn't a single familiar face besides him.
Sauron replied truthfully, "Master Mingzheng should be on the plane back to Nanzhang City now."
"Doesn't he wait for me" Li Qin questioned him. "Who is he with Fu Yan"
Sauron only answered one question, "You are still very weak."
Li Qin, with a pale face, anxiously asked, "What are his plans for me Has he said when I'll be able to go back"
Sauron shook his head and said in his usual tone, “Lord Haur said that he would leave things to you and wouldn’t interfere.”
Li Qin's face became even worse. It wasn't that he wouldn't interfere, but rather that he didn't want to.
She was becoming increasingly uneasy, and the fact that this was her first meeting with Sauron— even though he seemed just as devoted to Huo Mingzheng as Cao Fang and Cao Yuan were— added to her unease.
How could such a person just appear out of thin air
...and so on.
Why do you call him Lord Mingzheng What is the Romont family
Sauron's name is seldom spoken, “Young Master Mingzheng is my master, he holds a high position in Zurich, far surpassing the Huo family of Nancheng.”
After saying that, Sauron left the ward.
Li Qin stared at the glass of water left on the bedside table, discarded by Huo Mingzheng. Her whole being fell into unease.
"Azheng, have I overthought it Am I really overthinking this..."
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At Zurich Airport, a private plane is parked on the tarmac. Huo Mingzheng holds a tightly wrapped person in his arms, and Cao Yuan gives him a black umbrella from behind.
He brought back not many bodyguards to Nancheng, about ten people. The group of people walked toward the plane in a low-key manner.
Just as Huo Mingzheng approached the private plane within fifty meters, a throng of black-clad bodyguards suddenly surged onto the tarmac.
Cao Yuan immediately grew alert, scanning his surroundings. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man at the head of the group, a man who was elegant, composed, and dignified.
"Fu Hanlin." Huo Mingzheng slowly curled his lips.yes welled up. Fu Yan looked on with a tight throat and a pang of heartache in her chest.She forced down her emotions, and said with a relaxed smile, "Grandpa, why don't you teach me how to do it"What...