Wei Qian bent over and carefully dealt with the fine wounds on Wei Zhiyuan's body.

Wei Zhiyuan was smashed by something on his neck. There was a slightly deep wound. He went to the hospital for treatment. Others were inconspicuous minor injuries. Wei Qian was disinfecting and applying medicine to him one by one with alcohol, and his face looked very bad.

Wei Zhiyuan took off his shirt and threw it aside, sitting there like a doggy-like person, without saying a word when he was touched, his eyes kept chasing Wei Qian's face.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Brother, can you stop frowning?"

Wei Qian said angrily: "Do you care? I have confiscated the money, and you are picky about the service attitude."

"That's not." Wei Zhiyuan explained indifferently, paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating about what was said or not. After a while, he decided to be frank, so he said, "The key is that you always do this, I'm almost reacting."

Wei Qian seemed to be thinking about something else, but he didn't react at the time. After two seconds, he came back to his senses: "Wei Zhiyuan, you are still trying to get excited, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him, lowered his head slowly, and after a moment, he smiled a little sourly.

Wei Qian knew that he was pretending to be pitiful, but he still couldn't help but have an idea in his heart: Why did he run up happily to ask for bones and end up being kicked into a puppy?

However, before he could finish his pity, Wei Zhiyuan turned his head and asked him sincerely: "Then can I kiss you? Just give me a face or forehead if I don't kiss you."

Wei Qian couldn't bear it and looked at him.

Wei Zhiyuan still stopped without knowing that he had seen it, and even gestured: "Just make a moment."

"...Your mom's pussy." I felt that my little sympathy was wasted like this. Dong Wei, who was five or six, couldn't help but burst into pieces.

Wei Zhiyuan laughed, as if he hadn't kissed him, and he was happy to be scolded a few times.

At this time, the door was knocked on, and Wei Qian went out to open the door and let Sanpang and Ma Chunming in.

"What's the situation? Let's take a look, my mother, brother, have you just climbed back from the Iraqi trenches?" Sanpang looked Wei Zhiyuan from top to bottom as soon as he entered the house, then pointed to the small bottle in Wei Qian's hand and asked, "What's that?"

Wei Qian recalled: "I forgot who gave me a bottle of white wine last time, more than fifty degrees."

"What a grudge, is this? Are you planning to lingchi?" Sanpang said, "Where is the trauma medicine? Didn't the doctor prescribe it?"

"I think it seems a little bit small. Besides, it's sticky, it doesn't seem to be disinfected, right?" Wei Qian said. He glanced at Wei Zhiyuan and asked, "It hurts?"

Wei Zhiyuan shook his head with pleasure.

Before he could shake his head, he was slapped on the forehead by Sanpang.

"You're so cheap!" Sanfat accused him in a bad way, and said to Wei Qian, "You can get out."

Wei Qian threw the small wine bottle away, but the old man stopped serving him, and he swayed with a cigarette in his mouth and went to the balcony with Ma Chunming.

Ma Chunming forced himself to fight, barely struggling to develop a little fighting spirit from the whirlpool of love breakup, and lowered his voice and said to Wei Qian: "Is it an accident?"

Wei Qian's face turned gloomy: "It's probably not."

Ma Chunming's voice lowered: "Is it the land in City A? Can they catch up here? This is too much! Can you call the police?"

Wei Qian calmly exhaled a puff of smoke rings and said, "Okay, that's OK, but there's no evidence."

There is a piece of land originally planned as a square in City A, and the only piece of clean land left in the core area of ​​the city center. The government revealed that it intends to re-plan the land into commercial land. Wei Qian and the others have been watching it for more than half a year.

There are many monks in high-quality plots, and there is another local family who is determined to win.

It is said that the boss of the opponent's family is named Wang Dongliang. He is in his early fifties and has raised a large group of labor-study students. He was not a good thing in his early years. Now his business has been washed away and he is still a local bully who cannot change his shit.

At the beginning, they sent people to negotiate and agreed to pay 50 million as a condition for Wei Qian and his team to withdraw from the competition.

But fools know that this is a bully clause that fools people. Compared with the appreciation value of 50 million, it is simply mosquito meat.

A strong dragon cannot defeat the local snake. Wang Dongliang did not expect that he would be exposed by an outsider. He has been rampant in A City for a long time, like a shrimp that learns to walk with a crab in Handan. Now he can only do it horizontally and has forgotten how to walk vertically.

So Wang Dongliang was immediately angry and embarrassed.

Before that incident, there were several intimidation letters sent to Wei Qian's office.

Xiao Fei called the police in a fuss at first, but the source was not found, including the test, and there was no evidence to point to Wang Dongliang. Moreover, the local police could not reach City A. There were many difficulties in this matter, whether it was coordination or investigation.

Wei Qian simply told Xiaofei not to make a fuss, and used the e-liquid in the filter with a threat message.

Perhaps seeing that threats didn't work, Wang Dongliang was anxious and began to take a detour as he saw the bidding and auction get closer and closer.

"Isn't it just a piece of land? Let's just evacuate it. Our country's 9.6 million square kilometers is necessary. Is it necessary to fight with him?" Ma Chunming said, "Besides, we are doing serious business. Wang Dongliang is a hooligan and doesn't care about the rules at all. How can he fight with him? This time he asked someone to drive you to hit you. Will he send bombs to your house next time? There is no king's law, he is just a terrorist!"

Wei Qian said without raising his eyelids: "That's impossible. Even if the land is in my hands the day before, I will collect one dollar to sign a contract and transfer it to a third party the next day, and I will never let the land fall into the hands of the Wang."

Ma Chunming sighed and said bitterly: "Don't fight..."

"Douqi? I don't." Wei Qian bounced ash in the balcony garbage basket, "Is it a gangster very amazing? So am I."

Dr. Ma was speechless and had never seen someone who had been rushing to take up the job title.

"How can you do this..." Dr. Ma protested weakly, "Are you going to use violence to fight violence? Stop kidding."

Wei Qian looked at him with a smile: "Oh, you dare to talk back to me, are you brave?"

Ma Chunming: "I am reminding you of your rationality."

Wei Qian asked back: "Why are you not rational when you stand at the entrance of the hotel for a night?"

Ma Chunming: “…”

The knife hit the chest, choking him for a while. After three seconds, Ma Chunming shook his sleeves, walked out with great strides, and cursed softly: "You are... simply a bastard! Big bastard!"

How could he be like a teased good woman? Wei Qian smiled softly, stretched out his legs and sat on the small, sturdy sofa on the balcony, looking at the clear and refreshing autumn weather outside the window, and finished smoking the cigarette in his hand.

After a while, Sanpang also walked in. Wei Qian raised his head and looked at him inquiringly.

Sanpang picked up his trouser legs and sat down next to him: "That child is nothing - but you two are so hungry today."

"Hun?" Wei Qian stood up, supported his hands on both sides of the balcony window, and looked down from a high place, "Someone is staring near my home. You work overtime today, go back to the company to sort out the address book, and get all the relationships you can find."

Sanpang was stunned for a moment: "Are you going to fight Wang Dongliang to the death?"

"It's him who wants to fight me to the death." Wei Qian looked up at Sanpang, "Why do you want to give me the cynicism like Ma Chunming?"

"That's not." Sanfat shook his head.

Ma Chunming is a serious child born in a good family. He has been studying smoothly since childhood and has become a high-level scholar. He still has a hobby at home and is a typical scholar. He is not willing to cause such trouble. They think the cost is too high and the proportion is declining.

But Sanpang understands this principle. He is the most likely to cause trouble when he leads the "good guy" who cannot go away and fights backwards. Everyone knows this.

Sanpang raised his hidden worries: "Can we beat him even if we have any questions?"

Wei Qian turned his head and glanced at him: "If he was Mr. Hu, I would hide from him, but would he be?"

"you mean……"

"If you want to survive, the underworld must have the rules of the underworld. If you do this hooligan trick in the business world, is it really the boss who is the second one that day?" Wei Qian sneered, "How long can you keep the black business? This land is good, but it is not as valuable as it is. He doesn't hesitate to find someone to drive and hit me, and I want to rob it. What do you think for?"

Sanpang lowered his voice: "They are short of funds and are afraid that we will raise the price when bidding and auctioning."

"He is almost 'can't afford to raise', this is a desperate situation," said Wei Qian.

Sanpang hesitated for a moment: "That's safe..."

"I told you to be careful recently. If the manager is worried, you can hire someone to follow him. If you find suspicious people near your home, you can call the police, and you will say that you have been targeted by the theft gang... Just call Director Zhao and let him know what's going on. I will treat him to a meal in two days. All expenses incurred will be reimbursed."

Wei Qian is a reliable person. On some levels, he is more reliable than the old bear who is fairy-like and pretends to be a god all day long - Brother Le still dies with his eyes open.

Sanpang knew that he was sleek and was not a person with great ability after all, but he believed Wei Qian, so after hearing Wei Qian's words, he stopped talking and planned to follow Wei Qian's lead.

At this point, Sanpang changed his voice: "Hey, how did Xiaoyuan get the big hole in the back of his neck? It would be fatal if he leaned a little more."

Wei Qian didn't know what he remembered, so he paused before saying as simply as possible: "The driver's glass was broken, so something might have been scratched."

Although he said this lightly, Comrade Sanpang looked big and thick on the outside but was a monkey spirit inside. As soon as he listened to his voice, he saw Wei Qian's body being unscathed. After thinking about it for a moment, he figured out what the scene was at that time.

Sanpang frowned and for a while, he said, "He has such a heart for you...ah, it's simply..."

As soon as this was mentioned, the calm indifference on Wei Qian's face just now immediately fell apart. He frowned and sat on the small sofa just now. He almost felt uncomfortable. He changed his posture irritably and waved his hand: "Don't mention it, I'm so annoying."

Wei Qian said coldly: "You are simply sick."

Wei Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, looking a little melancholy: "Brother Xiong said I should conduct three sentences a day, and face the wall before sleeping every day, recalling the big and small thoughts of the day. For a while, I played a stand-alone disaster-themed game with a few friends. At that time, I had an idea that I couldn't get rid of every day. I hope that a sudden earthquake would come, and the brick and earth frames would collapse, burying the entire city. I could use my body of flesh to open a gap for you, so that you could watch me crushed to pieces in your arms."

He stared at Wei Qian's eyes, his hand on the wall slowly slid down, and gently rested on Wei Qian: "But later I analyzed it and found that the reason why I had this idea was to hate you and fantasize about revenge on you, which is a typical way of thinking for losers, so I began to stop thinking about it, although it would still appear once or twice... "

He got closer and closer to Wei Qian, and after closing his eyes gently, he showed a child-like smile: "Just, there are so many wounds on my body like ragged cloth. If you have the ability, you can hit me."

Wei Qian: “…”

Wei Zhiyuan's smile was even brighter: "Yes, brother, I'm just threatening you."

However, as he said this, he did not do anything outrageous in the end. He just kissed Wei Qian's eyebrows very gently and carefully, and like a dragonfly, he stepped back after a moment of stopping.

Then he let go of his hand and took a step back: "Fuck me, it's so happy, it's worth being beaten to death by you."

Wei Qian had no idea why he was standing here like a wooden stake and listening to the crazy nonsense, and he didn't know why he didn't hit him or push him away. He still stood attentively like a dumb goose.

Wei Zhiyuan's eyes, voice, and the words of Sanpang's words "You should do it yourself" before leaving were all entangled in Wei Qian's mind.

Finally, Wei Qian turned left expressionlessly, went back to the room without saying a word, and threw it onto the door.

After that day, Wei Zhiyuan stole Wei Qian from his side and insisted on going to work with him every day. He followed him wherever Wei Qian went. During the day, Xiao Fei asked Xiao Fei to set up another table in Wei Qian's office and do his own thing with headphones. He would accompany him to have dinner at night. If he had social events, he would go home together. This made Wei Qian twenty-four hours a day, as long as he didn't close his eyes, he could see this thing at all times.

A few days later, Song Xiaobao came back, and Alex and a retired female special police officer who had been sent to help with her.

Wei Qian had no choice but to go with Wei Zhiyuan and pick her up.

The first time Jian A saw Wei Qian, he stared at him all the way, and he almost drooled. Finally, Wei Zhiyuan could not bear it and blocked his sight and looked at him warningly.
To be continued...