Chapter 1070 Injury

Chapter 1070 Injury

"I know, I know. 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: "Involuntary? 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 and serious look Amused: "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 leaned against 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's 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 his arm around Zhou Wanyi's thin waist and stretched out his 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 it was too late for the old man to change his moves to dodge. His body suddenly jumped into the air and rushed towards Zhao Jianhui in the direction of the outstretched arm. The sharp knife in his hand changed to stabbing. In fact, even if he tried hard to receive Zhou Wanyi's kick, he still had to poke 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-looking girl was actually a specially trained agent. Although Zhou Wanyi's tiny feet could not be said to be a monument It can break rocks, but it can still break muscles and fractures when kicked.

Zhao Jianhui saw the old man flying towards him as if he was desperate for his life. The sharp knife in his hand was less than two inches away from his heart. If he still maintains the posture of Iron Banqiao, he will definitely get stabbed by him. At the moment, I couldn't care less about the appearance. I bent my legs and the iron bridge suddenly collapsed. Then I rolled like a lazy ass, trying to turn over to avoid the old man's lightning strike.

At this moment, Zhou Wanyi's little foot had already kicked the old man. In desperation, in order to save Zhao Jianhui, no one knew how hard she exerted her kick, but the old man snorted, spun around, and flew ten meters away along the walkway in front of the door. Then it fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Zhao Jianhui was lying flat just now. After relaxing his legs, he turned over and hit the door frame. It turned out that he had just reached out to grab the wine bottle in the tray after walking out of the door. Behind him was the hotel door. The old man pulled out a knife to assassinate him. He used the skill of an iron bridge and stretched most of his body into the door. Now he turned over to avoid it and bumped into the door. If Zhou Wanyi hadn't kicked the old man away, it would have been difficult for Zhao Jianhui to avoid the old man's lightning strike.

At the same time as the old man landed, Zhao Jianhui also got 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's body fell to the ground, but disappeared in front of Zhao Jianhui and Zhou Wanyi.

Have you really seen a ghost? Could it be that this old man knows the art of invisibility?

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

"I'm fine, please don't... let me see what's going on with that assassin..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly pushed Zhou Wanyi's body, and he quickly turned around to avoid it. At the same time, his right hand Pump your fist and hit the air around you hard...

As soon as there was a loud bang, the old man's figure suddenly appeared from beside Zhao Jianhui - however, instead of rushing forward, his body flew out backwards with his limbs spread wide. Following him, there was a scarlet rain of blood.

This time, the old man fell to the ground and never stood up, or even moved. Just when he fell to the ground, Zhao Jianhui slowly squatted down while holding his right rib. A touch of Yin Hong's blood slowly dripped from 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. She couldn't help but change her face. She held Zhao Jianhui's shoulders and shouted Urgent question.

Zhao Jianhui reluctantly shook his head: "I...it doesn't matter...go and see if that person is dead?"

Zhou Wanyi shook her head and said, "Hold on, I'll call an ambulance..." As she said that, she rushed into the room like a whirlwind. Now, she only knows that her lover is injured, and she doesn't care whether others are dead or alive.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived. 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 briefly bandaged and then carried off on a stretcher by medical staff. He was stabbed in the right rib with a sharp instrument. Without careful diagnosis, it is impossible to say whether the internal organs were injured. But the old man who stabbed someone was much more unlucky than the one who was stabbed. The old man didn't know whether he fell to the ground or was beaten. His head basically turned into a rotten watermelon. Not only was the skull shattered, but the brain inside was really turned into a mass of paste this time.

Seeing a patch of red and white bleeding where he lay down, the doctor said nothing, just stood up, shook his head, and said to the nurse behind him: "Send him to the morgue directly."