It was Xiao Fei's scream, because she saw her boss grabbing the blade with her hands without hesitation, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Xiao Fei held the wall with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, staring at the blood in Wei Qian's hand flowing down the groove of the dagger and the back of his hand. Then he raised his knee and pressed it on the belly of the small man. Xiao Fei heard a muffled sound, almost imagining it hurt. The man let out a short "ah" and his saliva sprayed out. He bent down unconsciously, and then he was hit hard by an elbow on the back of his neck.

The small man staggered on the spot and lay down like a dying fish. He rolled his eyes for a long time and twitched slightly on the ground.

It was not until this time that Xiaofei felt a little painful when her ankle twisted.

The elevator door opened, and a security guard who was patrolling the underground garage and was about to go upstairs was frightened by the bloody scene and took two steps back.

"Call the police." Wei Qian used his good hand to pick up the knife on the ground, clamped the phone with his shoulders, and said to Sanpang, who had not had time to hang up, "I'm in our parking garage downstairs."

The suit he was too slim and was not suitable for such intense exercise. Wei Qian felt it when he threw Xiao Fei out. Sure enough, he looked down and saw that the outer cloak was tearing apart.

He simply took off his torn coat and wrapped his bleeding hands.

Sanpang shouted at the top of his throat: "You fucking scared your father to death! What's going on?!"

"Tsk," said Wei Qian, "or we can invest in a clothing factory, which is so expensive and so unsolid."

Sanpang: "Get out! Fuck, don't move there!"

After saying that, Sanpang hung up the phone with a "bang" and a busy voice came from inside.

Xiao Fei hurriedly took out a pack of tissues from her bag, limped over, rubbing Wei Qian's bloody hands with a pale face. Looking at the hideous wound on her hands, Xiao Fei felt that she was almost dizzy: "This is not possible, I have to go to the hospital. Director Wei, you scared me to death just now, do you know? He is still holding a knife. You, you are too brave, you are not afraid of him..."

"Am I afraid of him?" Wei Qian raised his eyebrows gently, stretched his feet on the back of the person who was lying on the ground, and said generously, "I was a thug for someone back then, and when I was born and died, I was wearing open-crotch pants."

"When is it still funny!" Xiao Fei didn't believe his trick at all. She pulled Wei Qian out of the elevator in fear, "Oh, this person is too dangerous, please stay away from him quickly! Security guard, can you think of a way to tie this person up first? This is a lunatic who stabs people with a knife."

The security guard immediately called a large group of people down through the walkie-talkie, and several people arrested Wang Dongliang's brother-in-law and surrounded him.

"I didn't tease you." Wei Qian said to Xiao Fei while wiping his hands, "When I was a child, my family was poor and I couldn't afford to go to school. In order to make money, I ran to the underground black boxing ring in Guangdong alone and tried black boxing for others. But I found that it was not a black boxing ring at all, but a new drug test base. I escaped after a lifetime of death."

Xiao Fei stared at him expressionlessly for a while and said flatly: "Oh, my family was poor when I was a child and I couldn't afford to go to school. In order to make money, I became a spy for alien spies, and specially caught kittens and dogs for them to study. Later, the spy was bitten by an unvaccinated puppy, and finally died of rabies, so I got rid of the double-faced life."

Wei Qian laughed in cooperation, and at the same time, an indescribable feeling surged in his heart. It was only a decade before. No one believed what he had experienced personally at that time.

Are there really such ups and downs in life?

Or is it that his short first half of his life that he is already in a hurry to finish his entire life?

Wei Qian then stopped mentioning it, but asked quite gentlemanly: "By the way, my hand was a little heavy just now, are you okay with your feet? Didn't you sprain it?"

As soon as she said this, Xiao Fei became happy inexplicably. She quickly broke out from her fearful state just now and asked with a smile: "Dr. Wei, did you pick me up with one hand?"

Wei Qian raised his eyebrows, smiled reservedly, and tidied up his shirt and waited for her to praise her for her courage.

Unexpectedly, Xiaofei just held her face and said happily: "That's great. It seems that I'm not fat at all, so I don't need to lose weight!"

Three minutes later, Xiaofei called two people from the upstairs, one drove Wei Qian to the hospital, and the other stayed with her and waited for the police to deal with the matter.

There was heavy fog floating outside, and the visibility was very low. The driver watched his bloody hands look so anxious that he snatched each other several times, driving dangerously.

Wei Qian: "I didn't hurt the big blood vessels, and the blood was almost stopped by itself. It wasn't an abortion. Why are you anxious?"

The driver glanced at him tremblingly.

Wei Qian frowned and leaned on the back of the seat: "Let's open slowly... so fog, I don't know if I can take off on the right."

The answer is no.

There was a large area of ​​the airport, crowded, like a Spring Festival train station. Wei Zhiyuan finally found a seat in a cafe and read books to wait for time. Unexpectedly, after reading a book, he still didn't get any reliable flight information, so he had to take out his computer to surf the Internet again.

Wei Zhiyuan was doing nothing and wandered around aimlessly on several websites. Suddenly, a local news jumped out. He was about to close it as usual, and he glanced over it in a hurry, but felt that the pictures below the news looked familiar.

When I looked again, it was the underground parking lot of his brother and his company.

The news title is "A man was subdued by a knife in an office building."

Wei Zhiyuan immediately called Wei Qian's landline phone number, but no one answered, and was transferred to the front desk by the insider.

After hearing a few words, Wei Zhiyuan was sweating coldly and then he called Wei Qian's cell phone again.

Wei Qian was in the hospital, and one hand was inconvenient. It took him a long time to get the phone out: "Oh, you haven't taken off yet?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Where are you?"

"I...uh," Wei Qian paused and said vaguely, "I'm outside, something is wrong..."

Wei Zhiyuan interrupted him impatiently: "Where are you hurt?"

Wei Qian was stunned: "You are quite well-informed."

Wei Zhiyuan was anxious to him on the spot: "Don't talk nonsense to me! Where are you hurting?!"

Mr. Wei had never been yelled like this before he came to his senses after a long time of stagnation: "What are you yelling about? I'm not dead yet - I just made a small hole in my hand, it's already fine."

The cafe was crowded and the heating was sufficient. Many people were so hot that they took off their coats. Wei Zhiyuan felt that his hands were so cold that they were numb. He closed his eyes, calmed down for a moment, forcing his voice to slow down, and the tone was reduced by octave: "I'll go change the sign."

"Are you full?" Wei Qian's tone seemed a little lazy, "I won't reimburse you for taxi money."

"I have to go back to play the Rockets, and I'm not relieved if I don't look at you."

"Oh... OK, wait." Wei Qian called him helplessly. Wei Zhiyuan heard him sigh, and then a "click" came from the other side.

After a while, the phone prompted him to receive a MMS. Wei Zhiyuan opened it and saw that it was a photo sent by Wei Qian. The wound had been cleaned up. A doctor in a white coat avoided the camera and was lowering his head to deal with him. He wiped the blood clean. Although it still looked like flesh was rolling, it was not very serious.

"Have you finished looking at it?" Wei Qian said, "After reading it, just wait there, don't make trouble back and forth."

Wei Zhiyuan frowned, and he suddenly felt very strange.

First of all, he had never seen Wei Qian take pictures with his mobile phone. Wei Qian had no habit of playing with his mobile phone. He either made a phone call or sent a text message. There was no third function. Can a person who never used it think of this thing as soon as possible at critical moments?

And just to prevent him from changing his air ticket?

Indeed, the investment funds do require Wei Zhiyuan to connect, but it is not urgent. It is no difference between him and half a month later.

Even if Wei Qian had nothing to do, he was delayed due to heavy fog, so he called back and said, "Brother, I may not be able to leave today. How about the weather change?" Will Wei Qian not let him go back?

That's impossible. Wei Zhiyuan felt that with his brother's temper, he might even drive over to pick him up because of the bad weather.

I was afraid of thinking about everything. After thinking about it this way, Wei Zhiyuan became even more nervous. Wei Qian was obviously pushing him out. Then... what happened to him?

Wei Zhiyuan never knew that his imagination could be so rich. For a short period of time from running out of the airport to taking a taxi, all kinds of worst-case scenarios had been wandering around in his mind like a lantern.

He felt his heart rate was about to reach 18.

Wei Zhiyuan took action first and then reported, rushed to the hospital in a hurry, and fled, and immediately took a taxi and turned home. It was not until the door opened and he saw the person lying on the sofa that he relaxed.

Wei Zhiyuan leaned against his door and felt his legs almost softened into noodles. He calmed down for a while before slowly walking over.

The TV was on, and he was performing a boring variety show, while Wei Qian was already asleep on the sofa. He put one hand on his lower abdomen, injured his other hand, and was tied with a clean bandage to spread aside.

Wei Zhiyuan did not alarm him, bent down and looked at Wei Qian's injured hand carefully, and then made sure that his face was fine and there were no more wounds on his body. Then he felt relieved and muttered in his heart: Bastard, what are you hiding with? The soul scared you.

At this moment, the cell phone that Wei Qian threw on the table in the hall rang. Wei Zhiyuan walked over and picked it up and saw that it was Xiao Fei. He turned around and looked at Wei Qian who was sleeping well, picked up the phone and pushed the door and walked to another room: "Sister Xiao Fei, it's me."

Xiaofei paused: "Hey, Xiaoyuan? You didn't leave? Where is your brother?"

"I saw the news at the airport and was worried, but I came back - he fell asleep. Is there anything urgent?"

"Great," said Xiao Fei, "Can I ask you to come here? There is an urgent case from a project company that needs to be signed immediately. The people there have to take the train back to the evening. I should have sent it to you, but today my brother broke a heel in the elevator. I just borrowed a pair from someone in the afternoon. I didn't fit in. Can you..."

Wei Zhiyuan agreed immediately, put his luggage back into the room, picked up Wei Qian's car key and left.

He was quietly from beginning to end, and Wei Qian didn't notice it at all.

It was not until Wei Zhiyuan left for a long time that Wei Qian was awakened by the knock on the door by Sanpang, the uninvited guest.

Sanpang: "I'll give me some condolences to the comrade who has broken claws. How about it? Does it hurt?"

Wei Qian was awakened by a slept soundly, and was upset. He said angrily: "There is a kitchen knife in the kitchen. You can feel it by chopping it and feeling it yourself - isn't this nonsense?"

Sanpang sat on his sofa with his butt: "Come on, you are so heroic. I heard that Xiao Fei almost blows you into Ximen Chuxue. Go back and enjoy the admiration of the little girls for two months."

Sanpang said, pulling Wei Qian's arm over and looking at his hand that made it into rice dumplings: "I've become a one-armed hero - hey, why are you so inch? Xiaoyuan left at this time. At this critical moment, there is no one at home to take care of him. I've long said you should marry a wife, so you can be settled if you let others give up. Now... Oh! Forget it, I feel even more uncomfortable if I say too much - by the way, where's my sister?"

"Yesterday her agent called her and asked her to go back to read the script," said Wei Qian.

"Ah? You're leaving too?" Sanpang scratched his head, "Hiss Yang Guo, what luck did you have to leave? Otherwise, I'll live here these days?"

"No need." Wei Qian hesitated for a moment and suddenly said, "Can Ma Chunming jump around? I may have to take a long vacation in two days. If there is anything wrong with the company, please discuss with him more."

Sanpang: "Wait, I heard that this is wrong, what are you going to do?"

"Nothing, there was a minor operation, I plan to stay in the hospital for a few days."

Sanpang was stunned: "Surgery? What kind of surgery?"

"Just... nothing, it's very small."

Sanpang: "Chronic appendicitis?"

Wei Qian: "Yes."

"Why are you 'um', who are you 'um'?" Sanpang frowned and looked at Wei Qian with infinite doubt. "You have explained your words to me clearly, but you can't explain them clearly."

"There is a small tumor on the lungs. I made an appointment in the hospital more than half a month in advance. I went to the hospital for a second in two days." Wei Qian saw the three fat man's ghost expression and quickly added, "It's really okay, it's not a big problem. It's benign. Just cut it."

Sanpang's heart suddenly became angry and asked him: "I...my grandma's... Wei Qian, you... when did you... the fuck?"

"Isn't that a company's physical examination this fall? The film I took at that time said there was a shadow on the lungs, and I did a ppd, saying it was not tuberculosis, anti-inflammatory drugs could not be eliminated, nor was it inflammation..." Wei Qian looked at Sanpang's face becoming increasingly ugly, and immediately changed his voice and added, "But no signs of cancer were found in the bronchoscope and sputum, which were mostly benign. I said, "Don't be as good as your dead father?"

"Most?!" Sanpang's voice range was suddenly expanded to a high frequency that humans could not reach, and shouted at Wei Qian's ear with a voice, "Dad! You'd better die for me. Can you speak human language with the surname Wei? What does 'mostly' mean?"
To be continued...