Chapter 139

After being pulled out of the school building by Long Tianqi, they passed through the bustling crowd until they found an empty corner where they stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Are you going to participate in the birthday banquet for the Fang family's clan leader on December 10th?" Long Tian Qi asked.

"Definitely participate." The Yi family and the Fang family had a great relationship. Fang Fang Fang was the eldest wife of the Yi family. As the eldest daughter of the Yi family, how could she not participate?

"That could be for you." Long Tianqi nodded.

"Eh?" The corners of Ilan's mouth curled up. "What news did you hear?"

"Someone bought something from the owner of Zurich's Drunk Moon's Night Restaurant." A nightclub like Drunken Wind Moon sold way too many things. If it weren't for the fact that the people who bought it were too special, he wouldn't have doubted them.

Who is it?" Youlan was a little interested. Drunken Wind Moon was a nightclub that had just opened in Z, and it had caused quite a sensation in Z. Needless to say, it took up a lot of space, and all the audio equipment was state-of-the-art.

It was not as if there was no one who didn't want to cause trouble. First, he broke a leg that was causing trouble, and then he took care of the rest of the cops that had rushed over. This incident had let everyone in Z City know that Zephyr Moon's background was solid and that a place like a nightclub could not be opened without a backer.

In this life and until the death of Ilan, Drunken Wind Moon was the biggest nightclub in Z City. Drunken Wind Moon's boss became the boss of Z City's biggest gang, known as Boss Si.

"The Fang family." Long Tian Qi replied: "I suspect that it's for Fang Wen Tian's birthday banquet."

"The Fang family is using a restricted level drug for their family's Patriarch's birthday banquet?" "Is it that interesting?"

"You!" Long Tianqi knitted his brows. Why didn't this girl have any sense of danger? He poked her on the head with his index finger. "I have serious business to discuss!"

"Hey!" "Why do you sound like I'm being improper?" Ilan rubbed the spot where Long Tianqi had poked him and rolled his eyes. "They've already bought it. What can I do?"

"…" Long Tianqi was actually a bit speechless. When he found out that the [thing] had been sold and it was already too late to recover, he hurriedly went to find Ilan. "I'll be there too that day."

"What are you doing here?" "Aren't you afraid of your stepmother's suspicions?"

"I was invited to a party with my fiancée. What does she have to suspect?" Long Tianqi sneered.

"Eh? The Fang family invited you? " "You agreed?"

"The Fang family invited me, but I rejected." Long Tian Qi replied.

"Then are you prepared to agree to the Fang family's request?" Or did someone invite you again? " Ilan asked.

"If you don't agree, no one will invite you." Long Tianqi's words were short and concise.

"…" Ilan was speechless. Was this Long Tianqi's brain circuit abnormal? The corners of her mouth twitched. She continued to ask, "Then who are you going to agree to …"

"What do you think?" Long Tianqi shot a glance at Ilan, with a disdainful expression on his face, "Are you still going to ask me such a simple question?"

"Who is it?" How could she possibly know?

"You." Long Tianqi spread out his hands.

"I didn't invite you!" Ilan blinked.

"Then hurry up and invite them." Long Tianqi replied.

"…" The corners of Ilan's lips twitched a few times. There were so many white slots that she didn't know where to start … What, did she have to thank Long Tian Qi for looking up to her?

On the other side of the street, inside the Eiffel Mansion in Z City, Ihoun arranged the documents on the table. "What time is it?" he asked.

"It's almost twelve." Lian Cheng looked at his wristwatch and asked, "Are you going to pick up Miss Rui Er and the Madam now?"

"Right." He paused for a moment and said, "Call Fang Fang and get her to pick up Rui-Er at school, then let her go eat near the playground. I still need to go somewhere else."

"Eh?" Lian Cheng was stunned for a moment before nodding his head: "Okay, where is mister going? I'll drive you. "

After tidying the table, he got up and said, "The hospital in the city center."

"Alright." Lian Cheng nodded his head: "Is Sir's friend hospitalized? Should we prepare bouquets and fruit baskets? "

"No need." She despised him so much that he went to see her. It was a masochistic act. Isn't this shameful?

"Alright." Lian Cheng nodded and turned to contact Fang Fang.

"Wait a moment." Thinking back to Yuan Hui, who was lying alone on his sickbed with his eyes closed, he felt his heart soften. Thinking that Yuan Hui had no relatives in City Z other than Ilan, and since he was now in the hospital and didn't dare tell her, he quickly called Lian Cheng. "Call him downstairs and order a nutritious lunch to pack. I'm going to the hospital. The lighter ones will be easier to digest, which will help the wound heal. Oh right, she doesn't need cilantro, she doesn't like to eat it. "

"Alright." Lian Cheng replied and left the office.

"Eh …" Ihoun shook his head. He really did owe her.

When he arrived at the city hospital with the insulating case, he gestured for Lian Cheng to wait for him in the parking lot. Lian Cheng would bring him a meal, then he would go to the amusement park.

"Yes sir." Lian Cheng replied.

He strode up to the elevator in the ward of the inpatient department on the 17th floor. When he turned his head and accidentally saw the walls of the elevator, he was stunned. There was worry and expectation in his eyes. What was he worried about? He was worried about Yuan Hui's body, so what was he waiting for?

Ihoun didn't know and didn't dare to know.

As he was fretting, the elevator door opened and he warned himself that he was only here to deliver his lunch. He would leave as soon as it was over and would not stop.

When he reached the door of the ward, he heard a conversation coming from inside. He was stunned for a moment. Was it Yuan Hui who was talking to the nurse again? Doesn't look like it?

After knocking on the door three times, Ihoun pushed the door open and saw Yuan Hui lying on the sickbed. The chair he had sat on yesterday was occupied by a well-dressed young man. He was less than 30 years old and had a decent appearance.

The man saw him too, a flash of hostility in his eyes.