Jin Yandong walked up to them and said, "I'll go." He had another bandage wrapped around his head, and his hands were taken back. He couldn't use his strength, and he was hanged, and he was sick.

"Yan Dong!" Qin Qinwan was shocked.

Jin Nanhua immediately said, "I am worthy of being my son, I have the courage." He covered his hands behind him and told him: "I went to Beiwan, remember, don't fight against the Canaan group head-on, then Canaan is the ruler of the entire Beiwan Black and White."

"So awesome."

Jin Nanhua didn't comment.

Jin Yandong asked: "Who is the one who decides Canaan?"

"Xu Family." Jin Nanhua never dealt with the Xu family in Beiwan when he was young, and the other party did not come here to show. Decades have passed, Jin Nanhua has been doing all the legitimate business now, but unlike the Xu family, they are still wandering between black and white. "Xu Yongqiao, director of Canaan, has two children and two daughters. Many people in Beiwan want to curry favor with them, but not many have seen them."

"After you arrived in Beiwan, you took over our hotel business, and you are not allowed to come back without any results."

"I understand, dad." Jin Yandong responded lightly.

Since Beiwan is so chaotic, it is a bit unreasonable for his Jin family to not re-enter their old business.

It was night, and the world was quiet, and occasionally, cicadas and insects were chirping.

Ji Lin is sick.

I haven't recovered after two days of illness.

This room, outside the door.

Wu Xiang looked worried, "Doctor Cai, how about my son?"

“The burn has not subsided.”

Not retreating yet.

Wu Xiang was panicked.

Dr. Cai thought about it, "Young Master Ji's illness suddenly came. I think it was a heart disease. He had been sick for two days and had been muttering about the name Qianxun for two days. Madam, why don't you find this girl? As the saying goes, heart disease requires heart medicine."

Wu Xiang didn't respond, as if he had his own considerations.

She gently pushed open the door and looked at the blurry outline lying on the bed under a little light. Ji Lin was not sleeping well, frowned, sweating all over, and kept shouting, Qianxun, I'm sorry.

His voice was hoarse and full of guilt.

After a long time, she closed the door again.

Wu Xiang knew about it.

Ji Lin blamed himself. For so many years, he has been living in deep self-blame and can't get out of it.

The more he likes Shen Qianxun, the more he feels sorry for her.

Wu Xiang was in a daze, and his thoughts suddenly returned to seven years ago. It was cloudy and when she saw it was raining, she wondered whether she would pick up her child from school in person. Unexpectedly, the teacher called and said that Ji Lin had skipped school and didn't know where the person was now.

On the phone, the head teacher kept saying that Ji Lin was disobeying discipline, causing trouble and fighting, which made the school mess. Wu Xiang apologized to the teacher and was about to go out to find Ji Lin. As soon as he went downstairs, Ji Lin returned in a clean school uniform and was stained with blood. Wu Xiang thought he was injured, and her face was so shocked that she was pale.

"Little Rin."

Ji Lin turned around and saw her pale face: "Mom, it's not my blood."

"You've had a fight with someone?"

Ji Lin said no: "There was a car accident on Jinghuan Road. I saved an aunt and hers." He pursed his lips, "I will go back to the room to change my clothes first, and I will go back to the police station to give a confession to the police station later."

Ji Lin went up to the second floor.

Through the open window, Wu Xiang saw a police car parked outside the villa door, followed by the phone at home.

It was Ji Congye's phone call, "You ask Ji Lin to go to the police station and stop talking nonsense. I sent someone to do that woman's car accident."

"What?"

Ji Congye's voice was very cold: "He and Li Qi were young and frivolous, and they dared to openly meddle in other people's business. If my subordinate hadn't recognized him as my Ji Congye's son, they wouldn't have the life to go home alive."

Upon hearing this, her face turned pale even more, without any blood.

At this time, Ji Lin went downstairs, "Mom, I'm out."

Wu Xiang stopped him, "Xiao Lin, don't worry about that woman. Don't say anything in front of the police."

Ji Lin refused and had a firm attitude: "I saw the murderer's face. He wanted to kill that woman, and I had to tell the police."

"Can't!"

"Mom, give me a reason that you can't do it."

Wu Xiang knew his son's character well. If you didn't give him a reason to convince him, he wouldn't listen to you. "That woman's car accident was sent by your father."

Ji Lin's face was dark. He knew that his father was not a good person. His bones and blood were all black. He could do anything to do for his career. But he was the least willing to become a person like Ji Tengye. He was cold-hearted and heartless.

Wu Xiang's eyes were dim and he grabbed Ji Lin's hand: "Xiao Lin, don't harm your father, don't harm our family."

After a long silence, Ji Lin shook her hand away, "I can't do it."

He is leaving.

Wu Xiang couldn't stop him.

She was anxious.

Pick up the fruit knife on the table and put it around your neck.

Blood stained the blade.

Later, as she wished.

Ji Lin said nothing.

He went abroad.

Who knew that Ji Lin would meet the woman's daughter once abroad and fall in love with her.

Ji Lin couldn't get through the obstacles in his heart and was destined to be out of reach with Shen Qianxun.

Wu Xiang understood that feeling, but he couldn't get it, and he couldn't get it.

Ji Lin had a very bad dream.

In the dream, things happen in the east window.

Shen Qianxun knew everything.

She was angry with him.

Look at him with a very cold look.

Like a stranger.

Ji Lin was most afraid of it.

The most fear is that the two of them have no friends.

Ji Lin woke up in fear, sat up from the bed, gasping for breath. He didn't come back to his senses, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "You're awake."

The curtains were wide open, and the white light shining in was slightly dazzling, and the breeze blew.

Ji Lin was stunned.

He raised his eyes.

Shen Qianxun sat in a chair beside the bed.

When I saw her, I felt like I was not awake.

At this time—

A warm and cool touch touched his forehead, and Xiaodan's voice rang out: "The fever has subsided."

Ji Lin didn't respond.

Xiao Dan pinched his arm and said, "Ji Lin, you are sleeping stupidly, why are you watching Qianxun?"

Ji Lin turned his head and saw Xiao Dan eating oranges. His tense and stiff body relaxed, he held his forehead with one hand, and calmed down: "Why are you here?"

Just woke up, my throat was rustling.

Xiaodan crossed her legs: "I have something to ask you, but your mother answered the phone call, saying that you were sick and had been sick for two days."

Ji Lin's expression was a little gloomy, as if he was not very happy that his mother touched her cell phone.

She put a petal of orange meat into her mouth and continued, "I'm not afraid of your death young, so I'm hurried to take Chihiro to visit you."

"I'm so arrogant when I have something to ask for help." Ji Lin replied.

Xiao Dan sat upright: "Brother Ji, your illness is not even good at even your eyesight. I clearly care about you."

"Go cool down at the same time." Ji Lin felt uncomfortable in his throat and didn't want to talk to her much. He looked at Shen Qianxun again, and then slowly lowered his eyes to cover the obscureness in his eyes.

Shen Qianxun opened his lips: "Why are you so sick?"

Ji Lin coughed twice: "I don't know."

"I'm so busy at work?" Shen Qianxun thought Ji Lin fell ill because she was too busy at work.

Ji Lin hummed, he didn't explain anything.

"Do you eat pears?"
To be continued...