Meng Wei opened it all, a few thin pages of paper. Before he could read it, he realized that Zhao Xiyin should not be a serious illness. He started with the treatment record in order, and then the b-ultrasound order and the blood test result.

Trauma, sharp scratches on both left and right arms, even worse on the left wrist, moderate tendon damage (grade 2), and mild bone fractures.

Meng Weixi looked solemn. He looked at it twice and asked Guan Qian, "Is it injured? A car accident?"

Guan Qian: "Ms. Zhao hit the glass cabinet. Half of the glass was aging. When she pounced on her, the entire piece of glass was broken. What I know is that many parts of her body should have been scratched by broken glass, with her face, neck, legs, but her wrists the most serious."

Meng Weixi subconsciously curled his fingers, and the pages of paper were instantly twisted and messy.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying his best to restrain his emotions, even if he had expected it in his heart, he would still hear the answer with his own ears.

"Why did it hit the glass cabinet?"

"I was pushed."

The air flow rate seemed to stagnate, the blood was rotten, Meng Weixi was wood and hard, hardened into a sharp knife, and finally pierced the thick layer of ice.

He said: "Zhou Qishen."

Guan Qian replied: "Yes."

"Their relationship changed in the second half of 2016, and they even separated for a month. The quarrel escalated before the Lunar New Year, but no matter how much they quarreled, Zhou Qishen and Zhao Xiyin never filed for divorce. The real point of divorce should be this time. I really couldn't investigate the specific process, but I asked the surgeon. According to the description of these case reports, Xiao Zhao was caused by gravity. Also, before they signed the divorce agreement, Ms. Zhao went to the United States, but she had not returned to Beijing for about two and a half months. In the first three months after the divorce, she went to the south to travel, basically stayed in some ancient water towns and relaxed. In the fourth month, in the winter, she returned to the United States again and stayed in the United States for about two months."

Meng Weixi asked in a hoarse voice: "What did she do in the United States?"

Guan Qian said: "Living in her aunt's villa, I should just accompany her aunt."

Meng Weixi had a very good memory. He knew that Zhao Lingxia was a successful businesswoman, and she also knew that she was busy with work and had a cool and strong personality. "Her aunt had a weak view of emotions and would not care about so much family companionship."

Guan Qian didn't know much about it. After all, it was not easy to dig out so much about Zhou Qishen's willingness and details of divorce. Meng Weixi didn't think much about it. His mind was like a wasteland now, pressing his forehead with one hand and pinching his eyebrows.

"I also found out that Zhou Qishen has been undergoing psychological counseling and related treatments in the past two years." Guan Qian said: "You should have an impression of his psychiatrist, Mr. Meng.

"It's Lin Yi, Dr. Lin."

Meng Weixi raised his head and frowned.

Not only did he have an impression, he was in a very bad mood in the first year of his departure from Beijing, and even had a tendency to abuse himself, so he also went to see a psychologist. Dr. Lin Yi worked in a famous psychological institution in the United States and received Meng Weixi. Later, he returned to China to develop.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or a bad fate. He and Zhou Qi are incompatible with each other and are destined to be enemies, but they always have boundaries.

When Guan Qian reported on the matter, he always had a positive attitude and adhered to the rationality. "It is said in the industry that Zhou Qishen has a bad relationship with his original family. I have checked relevant information. Perhaps in the handling of certain problems, his personality itself is flawed, prone to impulsiveness, and prone to extremes."

After a few seconds of quietness, Meng Weixi waved his hand and swept all the files and contracts on the desktop and cbooks to the ground. The crackling sound was sharp and howling, with great anger and resentment.

Guan Qian quickly stood up, "Mr. Meng, where are you going?"

On a late autumn night, Meng Weixi didn't even carry a coat, and kicked the door with the car key and walked out. Guan Qian couldn't stop him, nor did he dare to stop him. He smelled the smell of evil blood.

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What kind of commercial ribbon cutting activities are being held in Sanlitun tonight? There are too many people and traffic jams. When Zhou Qishen came around Jianguo Road, he was blocked in the west of Changhong Bridge for half an hour. But he was in a good mood and stopped and stopped with the traffic, and he was not impatient.

There were colorful champagne roses in the co-pilot, and three or four exquisite paper bags were placed in the back seat, which were gifts he personally picked at Shinkong World in the afternoon.

The group trained in the afternoon, and it took more time to rehearse and move. Zhao Xiyin had not yet disbanded. When he arrived at the Working Department, he drove the car into the underground garage. Zhou Qishen loosened his seat belt and waited in the car.

The fragrance of flowers is fragrant and makes people feel at ease. The car has not turned off, and the light on the dashboard is just right, which softens Zhou Qishen's already tough side face lines a little.

He leaned against the seat, with his head on the back of the chair, and was closing his eyes.

It was amazing. He thought he would have an ups and downs, but at this moment, his mind was silent and bizarre. He also had a contradiction. The two ideas in his mind tried each other to recover his beloved girl, and to treat her more well from then on to make up for those regrets in the past. Another little man with a knife, fork, sword and halberd pointed at him - the crack, have you really thought about how to repair it?

Zhou Qishen's heartbeat missed two beats, but soon, he was impressed by his inner desire.

Love, he loves this girl.

Every time I hold hands, every hug, every time I sacrifice myself for her.

Love has increased and not decreased until now.

The phone rang, and Zhao Xiyin sent a WeChat message, "I'm done with training, wait for me for five minutes."

Zhou Qishen's eyes were hanging down on the screen, and he was replying to the message. When the car door was pulled open, he didn't even have time to notice. Meng Weixi's white supercar was standing in front of his car.

Meng Weixi was really fierce, and he took off the momentum of his big Land Rover wheel. He grabbed Zhou Qishen's hand, which was too fast. Zhou Qishen's center of gravity was not stable, so he simply rolled down with force and pushed Meng Weixi. The two of them fell to the ground together.

During the fight, Meng Wei had the upper hand and suppressed Zhou Qishen tightly. His fists were like rain. He was so cruel and violent. He really wanted his life.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Zhou Qishen fucked, bent his knees and heavy force, and then pushed upwards, pushing Meng Weixi's stomach and the most fragile part of the abdomen. Meng Weixi was so painful that cold sweat came out. Zhou Qishen took the opportunity to counterattack and returned all his fists, "Are you sick?"

Meng Weixi fell to the ground, blood came out from the corner of his mouth, and it was as red as blood plum, which was particularly tragic.

Zhou Qishen didn't catch it well, and a bloody mouth was opened to his eyebrows, dripping from the cheeks, forming a blood flow down his neck, dyeing the collar.

Meng Weixi stood up with his knees, then punched Zhou Qishen directly on his temple, "Who is surnamed Zhou, you are a fucking scumbag! You snatch Xiaoxi away, but you don't cherish her, why do you still hurt her?!"

Zhou Qishen's face changed in an instant, his thinking was completely dead, and the sound of his temples buzzed.

Meng Weixi's words were like sharp blades, piercing the darkest, most sensitive, and most regretful layer of gauze inside him. He pulled the skin and cramps, and saw blood and bones. Meng Weixi grabbed his collar and pulled it forward. His fist was wrapped in hatred, his intentions were hard to calm down, and the young man was venting his anger.

Zhou Qishen's string broke and his will also disperse.

"Are you a man? Are you a fucking man?! If you are tired of it, don't love her anymore. Don't hurt her. Return her to me, and return Xiaoxi to me!" Meng Weixi's voice was hoarse and his demeanor was lost. On his thin light-colored shirt, he didn't know whose blood was dyed.

He repeated over and over again, "I will give you whatever you want, can you return Xiaoxi to me?"

As she choked, Meng Weixi's eyes turned red.

A man uses toughness as armor, but shows his weakness in front of his enemies in this life.

Zhou Qi's deep soul flew to the nine heavens and returned to his senses in this second.

He did not fist and kick again, nor did he uselessness to compare his aura. He was gloomy and deep, and his expression was declining and decadent, and he only said, "I'm going to settle this woman."

The empty parking lot seemed to be weaving a net from heartbreak. The two of them exposed each other's scars in the net, and they were all defeated.

Zhou Qishen supported himself and staggered to stand up.

Meng Weixi's eyes were sharp and he threw the fatal knife. "Zhou Qishen, Zhao Xiyin shouldn't be yours. How did you steal her from you when you didn't do human affairs back then? You know in your heart. She is a blessing you don't deserve. If you ruin her, aren't you afraid of being retribution?"

After saying that, Meng Weixi covered his injured right shoulder and stepped onto his white sports car step by step.

Zhou Qishen stopped, his back was ragged, but his back was still straight.

After a few seconds of quietness, Zhou Qishen slowly turned his head, looked solemn, and returned to the car calmly.

The noise fell on the ground, the headlights were shining, as if all the dust returned to the dust and the soil returned to the soil. The confrontation just now was just a dream.

Zhou Qishen even lit a cigarette, clamped it between his fingers and didn't smoke it, and his elbow lazily placed it on the window ridge. Then he shifted the steering wheel with one hand, and stepped on the accelerator. The huge Land Rover was like a beast that lost control. With the sharp noise of the tires rubbing the floor, he directly hit Meng Weixi's rear of the car.

"Bang!" The loud noise disturbed the nearby vehicles' alarm, and there was chaos and no rules.

Meng Weixi was sitting in the car and was hit and fell forward. Fortunately, he was pulled by his seat belt and did not lose half his life.

Zhou Qishen's jaw was tense, his eyes were filled with emotion, and his murderous intent was revealed.

He bit the cigarette, repeated the reverse action, and then hit it again.

Bugattiveyron was not as heavy as Land Rover's heavy crushing. Zhou Qishen accelerated and pushed Meng Weixi's rear to move forward, showing a stance to die together. Meng Weixi stepped on the brakes, and the top luxury car was solid, and he actually stopped the car.

Zhou Qishen got out of the car, walked over and kicked Meng Weixi hard at the door. He stopped attacking, and stood outside the window, just looking at Meng Weixi, saying word by word:

"After getting married, Zhao Xiyin is my wife, and I am the one in my Zhou Qishen household registration book. You have a fucking face. If you have a little face, you won't be able to play with the ties and hard to part after she gets married!!"

Zhou Qishen's eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood. In the last sentence, the defeat was like a mountain of defeat, and the old hatreds were brought out again, and he was so hurt that he was defeated.

Zhou Qi sneered deeply, smiling badly and cruelly, "Boy and mistress? It's great. You and I don't lose to each other. You and I both took it and got the draw. Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, and Mr. Meng, and none of us are nobler than each other. They are both fucking hearts and have done beastly things."

This side is tense and in a mess.

Zhou Qishen's chest suddenly hurt without warning, so much so that he even helped the car door before he stood firm. As if he was telepathic, he subconsciously turned around and the elevator door not far away closed again.

Indicator floor upwards -1,1,2,3...

The distance is getting farther and farther away.
Chapter completed!