Xuan Chenhao raised his eyebrows coldly, and his wife was wise.

Ji Tianmo smiled again, looking conspiring and plotting, "If I can't kill the mistress, I'm not a fairy and his mother."

...

In the intensive care unit.

Xuan Fei had changed into a sterile suit and sat next to the hospital bed, looking down at the man lying there with his eyebrows down, very quiet, like a well-behaved child.

Since he became an adult, he and Ye Dada have met less and less often, let alone seeing his brother so weak and embarrassed, it is almost impossible, because no one can hurt Xuanye.

However, now, the man who had been protecting him silently for so many years was lying on the cold hospital bed, covered in wounds that were scratched by gravel, and was also inserted into a breathing tube. His life was hanging in a thread and he had just returned from the front of the gate of hell.

But what made Xuan Fei panic was not Xuan Ye lying here to save his life, because he also knew that he knew better than everyone that his brother would definitely do this.

What really shocked him was the look he looked at him at that moment after Xuanye was shot.

...

It was still those deep and dark eyes, with light black indigo covered under the eyelids.

At that moment, looking at him, he was less cold and charming than when he met each other before.

The straight eyes are very deep, very persistent, and very hard.

It was so sharp that it seemed to penetrate into his heart at a glance, filled with particularly domineering possession, and overbearingly expressed all the obscure feelings that had been silently hiding in the wet corner, and then it was a fuller tenderness.

It's so gentle that it seems that water can drip out.

Doting, pity.

And, my favorite.

Really, even though his brother didn't say a word at that time, he could understand the thousands of words and deep affection in his eyes.

Because Xuanye knew best that that shot might kill him, and he might die in the next second, and that would be the last moment between their brothers.

If you don’t say some words, it will be too late.

Xuan Fei felt all these, for the first time, so direct and so strong.

...

Suddenly, Xuan Fei's throat rolled hard, and a more astringent hot flash surged in his red eyes.

I feel even more sad, sad, and wronged, which is a grievance for Xuanye.

"Brother, don't you feel wronged?" The hand kept holding Xuanye's hand tightly, and unconsciously tightened it harder.

When Xuan Fei received a call from Elizabeth from Washington, he was still in the intensive care unit.

Logically speaking, ICU wards are not allowed to bring mobile phones in because electromagnetic waves will interfere with the normal work of the instruments and equipment, but its mobile phone is the latest high-tech product of the mafia and will not have any impact.

Looking at the caller ID on the phone screen that was vibrating, Xuan Fei frowned, and his dark eyes dimmed a little, like an annihilated star break, and then he turned off the phone.

...

Washington, downtown villa in the bedroom.

Elizabeth curled up in a quilt in a nightgown, and her delicate facial features were reflected in the warm light of the wall lamp, and she was beautiful.

Listening to the constant sound of "Du-Du-" broken line sounds from the phone pinched in his hand, Elizabeth frowned, her eyelids hopped twice, and she felt a little uneasy.

Just as she was pouting and about to dial in, a text message came in from her phone, which was sent by Xuan Fei.
Chapter completed!