As the middle-aged man walked in, the god of death saw the other person's appearance clearly.

A fat man less than 1.7 meters tall, with a bald man, with a pair of half-framed glasses on his chubby face, and behind the glasses were a pair of mouse eyes.

There was anger, disgust and dissatisfaction on his face, and there was even more disdain in his eyes.

As soon as we met, we threw out sarcastic words, which showed that this man's measurement was really extraordinary... so small!

It would be fine if he said others, but as soon as he entered the door, he said that he asked the God of Death to search for Chen Qiqi who had been found for many days. This immediately made the God of Death feel a little unhappy, and the hand holding Chen Qiqi's shoulders couldn't help but tighten.

Chen Qiqi escaped from the arms of the god of death, wiped his tears with his hands, and quickly got up.

"Uncle Zhao, I..."

"Don't call me Uncle Zhao, you still have the face to call me Uncle. I ask you, is your name Zhao Dan? You can only fool Zhao Hao, thinking that you can deceive me?"

Chen Qiqi stood there on the spot, not knowing what to say. She didn't expect that she had hidden her identity for so long and finally learned about it by her back. Although she had never had that intention towards Zhao Hao before, Zhao Junwei still had great prejudice against her, and always felt that her existence had affected Zhao Hao's development.

Now that such a serious thing has happened, the other party wants to let her get away as far away as possible.

"Uncle Zhao, I didn't use my real name because..."

"I don't want to listen to your messy things. Since my son met you, you have been in trouble. I really don't know where you came from. It's so unlucky. Let me tell you, it's okay for my son to be fine today. If there is anything, you can't get better! Humph!" Zhao Junwei waved his hand impatiently and turned his body, as if he didn't even want to look at Chen Qiqi intently.

Chen Qiqi's tears came into her eyes. She knew that she was indeed implicating Zhao Hao. Without Zhao Hao, she would not have been able to go to work at a Bangladesh bar. Without Zhao Hao, it would have been even more impossible for her to pay off her previous debt. Without Zhao Hao's fingers today, she might have been her.

She is indeed a broom star!

"Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me. I have seen people like you for too many times, so don't come with me. I'll be annoyed when I see you, get out of here, don't affect my mood."

Chen Qiqi knew that he was in the wrong, and faced the other party's humiliation, silently endured it, turned around and walked towards the hospital door.

The God of Death had been enduring it for a long time, and grabbed Chen Qiqi's hand and grabbed the other party.

The other party actually said that his brother, no, he is his woman now, and he dares to use this attitude, which is too unfair to take him, a man seriously!

"You are really strange! Your son's fingers were cut off. Don't you want to know who did it? Shouldn't you scold those people? Why do you scold the person who sent your son to the hospital? Your son likes her, what's wrong with her?" Death gripped his fists tightly while speaking, and the veins in his arms immediately burst out.

Zhao Junwei turned his body, his eyes stern, and he said in a low voice: "Did you figure out who you are talking to? It's not your turn to point fingers at my family. I'm in the mood to pay attention to you today, so it's better not to let me change my mind."

In this world, the God of Death is the least afraid of threats. The people who threatened him in the past have already died.

"What if I just want to care?" The corner of the God of Death's mouth bent a curve, which was a bit charming, but more of it was incomprehensible.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Qiqi hurriedly grabbed the god of death.

The god of death turned around and saw Chen Qiqi's head shaking like a rattle.

Sighing, the God of Death knew that if Zhao Junwei was moved, Chen Qiqi would be unable to bear it in his heart, so he had to give up!

"Let's go!" Chen Qiqi looked at the god of death with a nearly begging look.

Death felt soft. What a poor girl this was. She suffered all kinds of unfair treatment and could still live strongly. Faced with accusations and abuse, she still thought about the other party. Now he understood why Chen Qingfeng was obsessed with Chen Qiqi. This was indeed a rare good woman.

Zhao Junwei was not as good as the god of death at all. He snorted coldly, turned his head and ignored the two of them.

Bangladesh bars are the industry of the Steel Teeth Gang. As a Bangladesh bar, Zhao Junwei has also seen some people who have seen storms, so he naturally would not take the god of death who looks ordinary on the outside seriously.

The moment he received the call, he knew everything. The other party had an IOU in hand, and Zhao Hao stopped the other party from doing things. Even if he begged the boss to come forward, he would ignore it. The Steel Tooth Gang and the Tiger Gang were not in dealing with it, and the Tiger Gang's momentum was even more powerful than the Steel Tooth Gang. The boss could not have made a big fight because of such a small matter.

The son was injured, but he had no way to do anything to the other party, which made Zhao Junwei feel angry. The fire could only be scattered on Chen Qiqi's body.

The god of death held Chen Qiqi's hand and came to the door of the hospital.

Lighted a cigarette, and the god of death took a fierce breath, glanced at Chen Qiqi who had been bowing his head.

"Qingfeng, I finally found Qiqi. What should I do next? Should I tell her the truth or..." The god of death looked up at the moon in the sky, and asked Chen Qingfeng, who was no longer in the world.

No one can answer the God of Death, he is the only one who can make decisions.

At this time, the most important thing is to have a good talk with Chen Qiqi?

The god of death looked at Chen Qiqi again and found that the other party had squatted down, holding his knees with his hands, buried his head on his knees, and his body was constantly trembling.

She must have suffered too many grievances, and finally couldn't bear it at this moment, right?

The god of death squatted down and gently hugged the other person's shoulder, allowing Chen Qiqi to lean against her shoulder.

"If you want to cry, cry loudly! It's so good to cry."

"Wow..." Chen Qiqi cried loudly.

It doesn't matter if I cried. I cried for almost half an hour. This was something that God of Death had never expected before, and the clothes on his shoulders were completely wet.

I felt that the trembling body in my arms was not so serious, and the crying was getting smaller and smaller. The god of death knew that Chen Qiqi had almost vented.

Holding the other person's shoulders and letting him face him, he poked out his hands and wiped away the tears from the other person's face.

I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but when the God of Death lifted the hair that was blocking Shen Qiqi's right face, he was stunned in an instant.

At the corner of the right eye to the bottom of the ear, there is a shocking scar with seven or eight centimeters.

Chen Qiqi had been very excited, so she forgot about the scar. Now she was suddenly discovered by the man she cared about the most, and hurriedly pushed away the hand of the god of death and covered it with her hair.

No matter how ugly a woman is, she still loves beauty, not to mention that she was originally a very beautiful woman.

The god of death was furious in an instant, and the blue veins on his forehead immediately burst out.

He is a person who falls on the tip of a knife all day long, and he recognizes at a glance that the scar is left by a sharp cut. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a dagger.

"Qiqi, who scratched the scar on your face?"

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PS: The new year is here. I wish you all the best in the new year and there are girls everywhere!
Chapter completed!