"Why keep turning off the phone?" Ouyang Rujing's cold questioning came from her phone, as if a rage was enduring, and it could burst out at any time.

"Wife, listen to me. I almost died just now and was in the hospital for infusion." I said.

"How could it happen?" Ouyang Rujing at the other end of the phone immediately asked.

"Do you remember the last time Zhang Chengye hired the Japanese Blue and White Organization to kill me at the Holiday Hotel?" I said.

"Um!"

"I'm still from the Blue and White Organization, and the most powerful killer. My name is Qiandai. I'm known as the No. 1 killer in Asia. I had the chance to kill me, but unfortunately I seemed to have a little bad brain..." I told Ouyang Rujing in detail and attributed the video to the other party's conspiracy.

"I'll go there right away." Ouyang Rujing immediately spoke after listening to my story.

"Wife, no, I'm fine now. I'll go back in a few days. By the way, is the child okay?" I asked.

"My son is normal, and the doctor said he might be able to go home at the end of the month." When she talked about the child, her voice became colder.

"You take good care of your son in Jiangcheng. If you don't go to see him for a day, I won't feel at ease. As for Mengshan, it's nothing wrong. Qian Dai's life and death are unknown now, and there is no threat at all." I said.

There was a moment of silence in the phone. It was estimated that Ouyang Rujing was thinking. After about half a minute, her voice came again: "Be careful, I won't pursue the video for the time being, but I will settle the score when you return to Jiangcheng."

"Ah!" I let out a soft cry, feeling depressed. Ouyang Rujing was still biting the video and refused to let go.

"Hang it," she said, then hung up the phone.

I stared at my phone for a few seconds, with a depressed expression on my face.

"What's wrong? Miss Ouyang is angry? Is it hard to be a son-in-law when I come to my house?" Song Xiaoman's voice came from his ears. No matter how he heard it, he felt that she was gloating.

"Hey, is it a friend? Shouldn't you comfort me at this time?" I glared at her and said.

"Okay, don't look aggrieved. I don't know how to be blessed. Miss Ouyang has a beautiful and beautiful figure. I don't know how many second-generations in the Beijing circle. If the third generation wants to have a love for a love, there is no chance for you. You are good, even having a child." Song Xiaoman rolled her eyes.

I didn't say anything. Only I know whether the shoes fit their feet. They only saw the glossiness of their appearance and did not know how many beats they had been. People with average mental quality probably had already collapsed.

After a little regaining, Ning Yong came, Song Xiaoman stood up and left, and when he left, he reminded me again: "Wang Hao, remember to get Ou Shilei away, you agreed and you can't break your promise."

"Uh? When did I agree?" I was stunned for a moment and asked at her.

"Just now," she said.

"I just now..."

"Bye-Bye!"

Just as I was about to speak, Song Xiaoman waved his hand and walked out of the infusion chamber, not giving him a chance to speak.

"I just said I was thinking about it." After she left, I murmured inwardly.

"Uncle Second, are you okay?" Ning Yong asked staring at me.

"It's okay, how about your injury?" I asked.

"I know what to do with Chinese medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and then take a few more days to rest." He replied.

"Yeah!" I nodded, stared at him with a puzzled look and asked, "Ning Yong, can't you beat that Japanese girl Qian Dai?"

"Although her kung fu is also a state of transformation, she is one step behind me," said Ning Yong.

"Then why are you injured?" I asked, and I felt even more strange. I thought that besides guns, it was almost impossible for anyone to be Ning Yong's opponent. I saw all of it. Even Beiying and Nanyan were probably going to tie Ning Yong at most, and in a few years, they would definitely surpass them.

But he never expected that in this battle between him and Qian Dai, he was both injured. Although Ning Yong's injury did not seem to be serious, Qian Dai was the first person to hurt him.

"I have too little practical experience. That Japanese woman named Qiandai must have experienced a lot of life-and-death battles. I resisted with one elbow and fought back at the same time. It was a ruthless fighting style of exchanging injuries and exchanging life for life. I have never met such a ruthless person before, so I suffered a loss. If I fight with her next time, the winning rate would be much higher." Ning Yong said with a serious expression.

I guess after this battle, it will have a greater impact on him in his heart, but I don’t think it will be harmful. At least it can allow him to examine his own weaknesses and shortcomings.
Chapter completed!