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Chapter 1157 "If I die, will you send me a wreath?"

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    Ling Jiawan nodded, suddenly thought of something, and said, "Mommy, let you deal with Mo You, and I will deal with another person."

    Hearing this, Yao Jingyi asked suspiciously: "Who are you going to deal with?"

    Ling Jiawan narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with some resentment: "My good cousin Luo Yi. He and Gu Zihan are Ye Shen's right-hand men. Without him, it would not be so easy for Ye Shen to find out the truth.  "

    For Luo Yi, she also resented her in her heart. She felt that Luo Yi didn't treat her as a cousin at all.

    Ever since Luo Yi helped Fu Yechen to check her background, he was not her good cousin of Ling Jiawan.

    Since he doesn't have her as a cousin in his heart, why should she treat him as a cousin again?

    She said that she would never let anyone who wanted to hurt her go, and so did her cousin.

    Yao Jingyi was a little surprised when she heard that she was going to deal with Luo Yi, "Are you going to deal with your cousin?

    He is someone close to Fu Shao, so it shouldn't be that easy to deal with.  "

    Ling Jiawan smiled, and said confidently: "That's not necessarily true, Mommy is waiting for my good news."

    She wasn't sure about dealing with Fu Yechen, but she was absolutely sure about dealing with Luo Yi.  Luo Yi has a fatal weakness, that is, being too kind, so she thinks it is not difficult to deal with him.  

    North City, Fu's villa.

    The landline at home keeps ringing.

    "Hello?"

    The phone call was answered by Mr. Fu.

    "Dad, where's Xiaoyan? Why can't I get through her phone?"

    When Mr. Fu heard Fu Yechen's voice, he was both excited and worried, "Where are you now, Yechen? Are you safe?"

    "Dad, I'm safe, what's wrong?"

    Mr. Fu patted his forehead and let out a sigh, "No, we saw the news that there was a terrorist attack in Italy. Don't worry about you, so I ran to Rome to find you. Where are you now? Are you in Rome?  "

    After Fu Yechen hung up the phone, he quickly said to Xu Kun beside him, "Book a plane ticket to Rome immediately."

    Xu Kun froze for a moment, "But boss, we have an appointment tomorrow

    Early the next morning, after Jiang Qingyue woke up, he saw the person in his arms still lying in his arms. His mood improved, and he bowed his head and kissed the little girl in his arms. He was very satisfied. Even last night  The wound that had been hurting all night seemed not to be so difficult anymore.

    With such a movement, he woke up the little man in his arms.

    Lu Xibao was sleepy, rubbed his eyes, and snorted softly: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

    "A bit, but not in a hurry."

    Lu Xibao stretched out his small arm to grab his mobile phone, opened it and saw that it was almost ten o'clock, and the sun outside was already high.

    "It's getting late, I want to get up and ask Weilan to go to the restaurant to get breakfast together. When I checked in last night, the front desk said that breakfast would not be served after 10:30."

    As he spoke, he struggled to get up.

    Jiang Qingyue didn't stop her.

    Lu Xibao glanced at his wound and said, "I brought breakfast back to change your dressing."

    After Mo You and Lu Xibao went to the hotel restaurant to sweep around, they brought back breakfast.

    Jiang Qingyue had already washed up, but because the action of washing up just now seemed to have touched the wound, bright red blood appeared on the outside of the gauze.

    Lu Xibao hurriedly put down his breakfast, and ran over to support him: "Sit down quickly, I'll help you change the dressing and re-bandage."

    Seeing how nervous and worried she looked, Jiang Qing felt better, and sat obediently on the edge of the bed. The girl in front of him knelt down in front of him, and carefully helped him remove the gauze.  wrinkled.

    "Look at you, what's wrong with playing, you want to play with guns, but playing with guns will kill you!"

    While helping him clean up the wound, Lu Xibao frightened him with the tone of scaring a child.

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