< br >Chapter 119 < br >probably the bruise on Su Xi's shoulder was a little serious. He frowned and suffocated. < br >after taking the medicine, Ling Jiuze packed the medicine box, turned around and kissed Su Xi's face. "go to sleep." < br >Su Xi raised his eyes unexpectedly and subconsciously reached out and grabbed the bath towel around his waist. "are you leaving?" < br >Ling Jiuze looked down at her with meaning in his eyes. < br >Su Xi's cheeks flushed and his eyes flashed. "well, maybe he drank too much milk tea and didn't want to sleep." < br >Ling Jiuze leaned down, frowned and whispered, "do you want to be happy?" How about tomorrow? you're hurt. You shouldn't move. Have a good rest. " < br >Su Xi looked up at him and put her arms around his neck. She looked soft, waxy and clever. She shook her head gently, with a little coquettish meaning, "not good." < br >Ling Jiuze took a heavy breath and took a heavy kiss on her chin. < br >Su Xi looked up and kissed him and fell on the bed together around his neck. < br >Ling Jiuze, afraid of pressing into the place where she was injured, quickly turned over and lifted Su Xi up. < br >Su Xi knelt on the bed and looked at the man under him. In the gloom, his eyes looked at each other, and both of them had a heartbeat. < br >after a moment of silence, Su Xi leaned over and approached little by little until at last the lip flaps were stuck together. She opened her lips and slowly closed her eyes. < br >. < br >three days later, Han Ying and some friends came out for afternoon tea, but their car was not parked outside. < br >she was about to call her driver when the people on the bus got off and whispered, "Miss Han, Mr. Ling is looking for you." < br >Han Xie recognized that the person in front of her was tomorrow Night, and it was indeed Ling Jiuze's. She flashed her eyes and asked, "what can I do for you?" < br >"Miss Han will know when she goes!" < br >Han Huan was a little guilty. She wondered secretly whether Ling Jiuze knew about sending someone to kidnap Su Xi, but she couldn't help wondering what Ling Jiuze could do to her even if he knew. < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({}); < br >that Su Xi is at most his lover, and he can still kill himself for her? < br >with this in mind, Han Huan was not afraid and got into the car with his head held high. < br >Ten minutes later, Han Yi found that the car was not going to Ling's house. She frowned, "where is Jiuze?" < br >tomorrow night her face is expressionless, but she still says, "Miss Han will know when she arrives." < br >Han Xiao snorted coldly and sat steadily in the car with an indifferent appearance. < br >the car left the city center, went straight east, entered a port industrial park, stopped outside a factory building, and stopped tomorrow night. "Miss Han can get off." < br >Han got out of the car and looked around. "where is this?" < br >"Miss Han, come with me!" < br >the two entered the factory building and went down the stairs. The light was getting darker and darker. Suddenly the front door opened and the light shone in. Han Jing found that it was a darkroom. < br >looks like a temporary rest, with a bedroom inside and an office outside, with tables, chairs and sofas. < br >and Ling Jiuze was sitting on the sofa with long legs folded and a stack of papers in his hand, with the usual indifference on his face, unable to see his joy and anger. < br >"Boss Ling, Miss Han is here!" Make a sound tomorrow night. < br >Han Huan stepped forward in high heels and smiled softly, "Hisawa, you're looking for me!" < br >Ling Jiuze glanced up at her, looked down at the document, and said neither hot nor cold, "well, I'd like you to recognize a few people." < br >Han Huan has no time to think. Tomorrow night, he has opened the door on the right and brought the people out of the house. < br >Seven or eight men, with their shoulders shrunk and their heads bowed, their faces so crisscrossed with new and old wounds that they could not tell who was who. They went to the corner and squatted down honestly. < br >Han Huan clenched his handbag with a tightening of heart. < br >Ling Jiuze looked up and said, "look, do you know anyone?" < br >< br/ >< br >

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