Chapter 1977
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Ji You narrowed his eyes, exuding an icy aura. "I just received a call and heard the voice of the Tang Dynasty."
Ji Zuo got out of the car, lit a cigarette and took a puff. His eyes instantly turned cold. "Was it a call for help?"
Ji You's voice was low and cold. "It sounded like it was being controlled by someone. It only managed to call out Si's name before it was hung up."
Ji Zuo asked, "A warning?"
Ji You replied, "Something like that."
Ji Zuo asked coldly, "What do you plan to do?"
Ji You replied, "What else can we do? Be careful over there. Did anything go wrong? "
Ji Zuo glanced at the ruins behind him. "They should have guessed that we would go to save Uncle Rong. There's a time bomb inside. If we hadn't been fast enough …"
He swallowed the rest of his words.
It was the second day of their wedding. He didn't want to mention any inauspicious words.
Ji You's body turned colder when he heard that. "I'm afraid this matter has something to do with Feng Yan. After Ji Yun's death, I asked Uncle Rong to get rid of some of the Ji Family's people. They're all our own people and they won't want to leak any information. There aren't many people who know about our relationship with Uncle Rong."
He heard the door creak open behind him.
He turned around and saw the milk bottle in Tang Si's hand fall to the floor with a loud thud.
Tang Si stood there, looking at Ji You in a daze.
Feng Yan!
Feng Yan!
She remembered this person!
Some shadows flashed in her mind, faster and faster, as if she was about to remember them. Suddenly, those black shadows became blurry, making her dizzy …
The next second, Tang Si's vision went black and she fainted.
Ji You hurried over and caught her. He carried her and placed her on the big bed. He sat next to her, looking at her with a worried expression.
Si, what do you want me to do with you?
Ji Zuo was speechless.
He hung up the phone and looked at Qianqian. "How is Uncle Rong?"
Qianqian looked at Ji Zuo and got out of the car. She said softly, "Uncle Rong is getting on in years and can't afford to be tortured. It looks like they've interrogated Uncle Rong a lot. There are different degrees of injuries on his body, and there are even burn marks. Since he's just exhausted, it won't be a big problem. Don't worry, he should wake up after some rest."
Ji Zuo replied with a "Mm." He looked at Qianqian and hugged her tightly from behind. He tightened his grip on her waist and leaned over, burying his head on her shoulder and kissing her cheek. "Were you scared just now?"
Qianqian paused. She knew that he was referring to the explosion. She chuckled. "With you around, I'm not afraid."
Ji Zuo glanced at her dirty face, his handsome face rubbing against the dust. "Are you hurt?"
Qianqian liked how intimate he was. She shrank her neck.
"I don't know if you hurt me. You're so heavy."
Ji Zuo kissed her cheek clean. "Why don't you think I'm heavy, huh?"
Qianqian said, "You don't usually press on me."
Ji Zuo stretched his neck forward and found her lips. He kissed her hard. "Why don't I press on you? Yesterday afternoon, I pressed on you so many times. Have you forgotten? "
Qianqian blushed instantly. She glanced at Uncle Rong. Thank goodness Uncle Rong hadn't woken up!
If he hadn't woken up, he wouldn't have fainted after hearing Ji Zuo's shocking words.
Ji Zuo asked persistently, "Why don't you think I'm heavy?"
Qianqian was speechless.
Ji Zuo bent down to kiss her lips. "Speak."
Qianqian glanced in Uncle Rong's direction and said happily, "Ji Zuo, Uncle Rong is awake!"
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