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Chapter 1070 Injury

"I know, I know. [.Com text] As long as you appear by my side, it seems that all the hardships have been driven away by you... Alas, sometimes I also think... How great it would be if I could be with you every day... Even if I were to flee to the ends of the earth, I would be very happy... But, we are all... helpless."

At this time, Zhao Jianhui turned around, put his arms around Zhou Wanyi's plump and soft waist, tilted his head back, looked into Zhou Wanyi's eyes and asked: "Unable to control yourself? It depends on what you think. If you are willing to let your heart fly, then your heart is free..."

Zhou Wanyi stared at Zhao Jianhui's eyes, pretending to answer seriously: "How can I let my heart fly?"

"Haha..." Zhao Jianhui was touched by Zhou Wanyi's cute recognition. The real look amused him: "Forget it, let's talk about this later! Now, I know I can't convince you."

"Really, I do think so." Zhou Wanyi said, pressing her body tightly against Zhao Jianhui's chest, and then said: "I am a woman, and I also know that it is a woman's duty to take care of her husband and children at home. But who made me do this?" When she said this, she raised her head from Zhao Jianhui's chest and looked at Zhao Jianhui's face again: "Maybe, this is my fate. Knowing you is the happiest thing in my life. No matter what happens in the future, as long as we are together, we must cherish what we have now and love me well. My body and my heart are yours..."

"Nonsense!" Zhao Jianhui felt sour in his heart. He knew what Zhou Wanyi was doing, and he knew the dangers in it. Therefore, he never complained about Zhou Wanyi, he was just worried about her safety. From his heart, he never regarded women as men's accessories. People have their own pursuits and their own ideas. Whether these ideas are realistic or not, this matter has nothing to do with men and women.

Undoubtedly, Zhou Wanyi is a woman with a lot of ideas. Maybe she has her difficulties and concerns. After all, in the third generation of the Zhou family, she is the only one who stands out. Therefore, Zhao Jianhui felt sad. He hugged Zhou Wanyi tighter, kissed her on the forehead, and said, "Wanyi, I understand your idea. I won't ask you to do anything."

"Jianhui, should we order some wine?" Zhou Wanyi suggested softly.

"Well, let's order some wine. Drinking a little drunkenness is more romantic..." Zhao Jianhui felt that the topic just now was very heavy, so he deliberately teased.

"How can you be so flowery?" Zhou Wanyi punched Zhao Jianhui shyly, then walked to the phone and pressed the number of the front desk, asking the front desk to arrange for someone to send a bottle of red wine to the room.

Then, she walked back to Zhao Jianhui's side. The two stood quietly in front of the window, no one spoke, just hugged tightly, two hearts, thumping, the rhythm was very neat, as if one heart was beating.

"Dong dong..." There was a knock on the door, which broke the silence between the two. Zhou Wanyi smiled at Zhao Jianhui and was about to open the door.

"Wanyi, let me do it..." Zhao Jianhui suddenly laughed: "Today I am also yours, I will serve you..." "Well..." Zhou Wanyi nodded gently, but still snuggled up to Zhao Jianhui and walked to the door with him.

"Madam, sir, the red wine you want..." Reaching out to open the door, I saw a little old man in waiter clothes standing outside the door, hunched over, holding a wooden tray in his hand and standing at the door. Inside the tray, there was a bottle of red wine.

"Thank you, don't send it in..." Zhao Jianhui put one hand around Zhou Wanyi's thin waist and stretched out one hand to grab the bottle of red wine in the tray. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Outside the door, the old man looked about 60 or 70 years old, skinny, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind. In the East, most women no longer work after getting married, and it is not uncommon for hotels to use men to serve dishes. However, it is rare to hire such an old man who is half buried in the ground.

The old man kept bending his waist and lowering his head, and there was nothing unusual about his body.

However, just as Zhao Jianhui grabbed the wine bottle in the tray and retracted his arm, the tray in the old man's hand hit Zhao Jianhui's face with his arm at this moment.

"Ah..." With Zhou Wanyi's scream, Zhao Jianhui threw a punch and the wooden tray shattered. Amid the flying fragments, the old man roared, and a sharp knife with a cold glow had already reached Zhao Jianhui's chest.

At this time, the old man stood in a bow position, his eyes wide open, the sharp knife in his hand whirring with the wind, and a majestic aura rushed towards him. How could he look old?

Zhao Jianhui's feet were nailed to the ground, but his whole body was bent backwards from the knees. The name of this move is called "Iron Bridge" in martial arts. The sharp knife in the old man's hand missed Zhao Jianhui's body. Before he could change his moves, Zhou Wanyi had already kicked him. The old man's whole mind was on Zhao Jianhui, who knew that the woman next to him was also a tigress?

Zhou Wanyi's kick was so fast that the old man had no time to change his moves and dodge. He suddenly jumped into the air and rushed towards Zhao Jianhui in the direction of the outstretched arm. The sharp knife in his hand changed from stabbing to stabbing. He was willing to take Zhou Wanyi's kick and stab a bloody hole in Zhao Jianhui's body.

However, the old man obviously underestimated the power of Zhou Wanyi's kick. He never thought that this delicate girl was actually a specially trained agent. Although Zhou Wanyi's pink feet could not break stones, they could still break bones and tendons.

Zhao Jianhui watched the old man fly towards him without caring about his life. The sharp knife in his hand was less than two inches away from his heart. If he still maintained the posture of the iron bridge, he would definitely be stabbed by him. At that moment, he didn't care about whether it looked good or not. He loosened his legs and the iron bridge collapsed. Then he rolled over like a lazy donkey, trying to turn over to avoid the old man's lightning-fast attack.

At this moment, Zhou Wanyi's feet had already kicked the old man. In a hurry, in order to save Zhao Jianhui, no one knew how much strength she used in this kick, but the old man groaned, spun his body, flew more than ten meters along the aisle in front of the door, and fell to the ground with a wow.

Zhao Jianhui just lay flat on his back, and after loosening his legs, he turned over and hit the door frame. It turned out that he reached out to grab the wine bottle in the tray after walking out of the door, and behind him was the door of the hotel. The old man pulled out a knife to stab him, and he used the iron bridge skill, and most of his body had already stretched into the door. Now he turned over to avoid it, and his body just hit the door. If Zhou Wanyi hadn't kicked the old man away, it would have been difficult for Zhao Jianhui to dodge the old man's lightning-fast attack.

As the old man landed on the ground, Zhao Jianhui also stood up. Hearing the old man fall to the ground, there was a "wow" sound, but at this moment, a strange scene appeared. The old man fell to the ground, but disappeared in front of Zhao Jianhui and Zhou Wanyi.

Is it really a ghost? Could this old man know the invisibility technique?

"Jianhui, are you okay?" Zhou Wanyi saw Zhao Jianhui stand up and threw herself into his arms: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked for any red wine..."

"I'm fine, don't... Let me see what's going on with that assassin..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed Zhou Wanyi's body and turned around very quickly to avoid it. At the same time, he swung his right fist and hit the air around him hard...

There was a loud bang, and the old man's figure suddenly appeared beside Zhao Jianhui. However, his body did not rush forward, but flew backwards with his limbs spread out. Following him, there was also a burst of scarlet blood rain.

This time, the old man fell to the ground and never stood up again, and he didn't even move again. Just as he fell to the ground, Zhao Jianhui also squatted down slowly, holding his right ribs. A trace of blood dripped from the gaps between his fingers...

"Ah? Are you injured? How are you? Jianhui, don't scare me..." Zhou Wanyi saw the blood dripping from Zhao Jianhui's fingers, her face changed drastically, and she held Zhao Jianhui's shoulders and asked anxiously.

Zhao Jianhui reluctantly shook his head: "I... It's okay... Go and see if that person is dead?"

Zhou Wanyi shook her head and said: "Hold on, I'll call an ambulance..." As she spoke, she rushed into the room like a whirlwind. Now, she only knew that her lover was injured, and she didn't care whether other people were dead or alive.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived, and the lobby manager and customer service manager in the hotel heard that there was a murder case in their hotel, and they also ran up behind the doctor.

Zhao Jianhui was simply bandaged and carried away by medical staff on a stretcher. He was stabbed in the right rib with a sharp weapon. Without a detailed diagnosis, it is still unclear whether his internal organs were injured. But the old man who stabbed the person was much more unlucky than the person who was stabbed. The old man didn't know whether he fell to the ground or was beaten. His head was basically like a rotten watermelon. Not only was his skull shattered, but the brain inside really became a mess.

Seeing that the place where he lay was red and white, the doctor stood up and shook his head without saying a word, and said to the nurse behind him: "Send him directly to the morgue."

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