After Those Years of Misery

"You stay here!" Xiao Ye whispered in Tong Wenya's ear.

The black-clothed man looked over alertly, raised his gun, the muzzle was facing Xiao Ye's forehead.

He is a professional sniper. Tong Wenya's heart was lifted. In order to distract the man in black, she gave a low voice, "Don't move!"

The man in black took another look at Tong Wenya who was running out of the corridor. After the spear flickered, he suddenly flew a kick at Xiao Ye, who had come close. Xiao Ye hid and kicked him empty.

The man in black and Xiao Ye approached Tong Wenya during a fight and forced her to a corner. He didn't know when an extra knife appeared in his hand, and the tip of the knife pointed at Tong Wenya's heart. Seeing that Tong Wenya was about to be pierced, Xiao Ye grabbed the first block and the knife was inserted into his body. The man in black stunned for a moment, drew out the knife, and ran away. Tong Wenya immediately caught up with him, trying to stop, but the speed was not as fast as him. At the open window at the end of the corridor, the man in black jumped down.

Tong Wenya also jumped down and chased, and around a small alley, Xiao Ye also chased.

"Go protect Sun Dacheng!" he said.

"Don't chase you, you are injured!"

"Yeah." Xiao Ye glanced at the direction in which the man in black disappeared, and did not insist.

"Go to the hospital first." Tong Wenya came to help Xiao Ye, "It's okay, go find Sun Dacheng, don't let him go back and kill him."

The two went back to the hotel again, Sun Dacheng's door had been closed by him, Tong Wenya showed the police officer ID and then called to open the door.

"Comrade police, I am in serious business."

"If you are not afraid of death, you don't need to explain. The killer has come to you, and he is protecting you from injury."

"Now, if you surrender yourself, your sentence can be commuted if you perform meritorious service."

Sun Dacheng frowned and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "I am a businessman and I have nothing to explain."

"Return to the police station." Xiao Ye said softly, worrying about his injury, and Tong Wenya could not go on trial.

Back at the police station, Tong Wenya handed Sun Da a deal to Yuan Siming. After a few instructions, he returned to the car and said to the taxi driver: "Go to the hospital."

Xiao Ye's shirt had been stained red with blood, and the wound was still bleeding.

"Don't worry about me, you go and catch the killer. He is a Korean. It's easy to find him. Just find out the entry records."

Tong Wenya was a little surprised, "How do you know he is Korean?"

"He walks very fast and has a large stride, which is in line with the characteristics of Japan and South Korea. However, the Japanese are born with an elegant environment and can't tolerate dirt at all. Just now at the fork in the road, he picked a road full of garbage in order to get closer. If you are a Japanese, you have to walk a clean road in a hurry. In addition, Koreans are the least suitable to be agents because they have a short temper, show emotions, and like to compete for length. He has a task and he also competes with us. Japan Neither people nor Chinese do this."

"Okay, I'll check the entry record, you go to the hospital."

"I will wait for you at your house. I have no identity and the hospital will not accept me."

Tong Wenya was a little worried. In order to solve the case, she couldn't find her mother-in-law. She threw the key to Xiao Ye and went on to investigate the case.

At about noon, Tong Wenya returned to the apartment and saw Xiao Ye curled up on the sofa in the living room.

"How are you?" She asked, Xiao Ye did not answer.

When he came closer, he flushed, as if he had a fever. She reached out and touched his forehead, it was really hot.

Xiao Ye opened his eyes and chuckled, "Just pour me a glass of water, it's just a slight inflammation, and no one will die."

What a stubborn bastard!

Tong Wenya cursed secretly, got up and poured him a glass of water.

"So unbearable, feed me a drink."

"Who can't bear it? Drink it yourself!"

Xiao Ye smiled and reached out to receive the water glass, with a smile on his face and hands shaking, "Open your mouth!" Tong Wenya murmured maliciously, but the movements on her hands were gentle. Pass the water to his mouth and feed him a little bit.

He adjusted his posture. The sofa was indeed too small. He could only bend his knees and couldn't stretch his legs.

"Go to bed and rest!"

Xiao Ye grinned, "Why let me get to your bed so soon? I'm a heinous murderer."

"You're not honest if you have a fever. Anyway, you are not a good person. The Koreans must know you!"

"Caught him?"

"No, I checked the entry and exit records. There is indeed a Korean named Jin Songren who fits the characteristics of that assassin... However, the evidence is insufficient and I can't stop him. He has now boarded the plane and flew back to Seoul."

As he expected, it was not that easy to catch Jin Songren. He smiled, "It's okay. When I'm done, I will take you to South Korea to catch him. I promise you will catch him."

His tone was like saying that he was going to give her a gift. Tong Wenya's heart couldn't help but throbbed, and she remembered that he had shielded him from the knife, "Why save me?" she asked softly.

"I like you!" He looked at her with scorching eyes, joking in his tone, and he seemed to be serious.

"Who, who wants you to like it, you obviously belong to that Jin Songren." Tong Wenya blushed and turned away.

"I do belong to him."

It seems that this girl is not stupid, Xiao Ye also noticed, Jin Songren retained his strength against him. He was injured recently. Jin Songren is so good and his marksmanship is so accurate that neither he nor Tong Wenya could run away.

Moreover, Jin Songren always kills people when he appears, it is very likely that he is preventing him from finding something.

Although he is not a murderer, he has connections with drug traffickers, Tong Wenya, don't be confused by him. Thinking of this, Tong Wenya scowled, "Heal first, and lie down on the bed. I don't want to owe you favor."

"No need."

"You!" How could this person be so hateful, "Whatever you want! You deserve to be uncomfortable," Tong Wenya gave him an annoyed look, then turned to the kitchen.

She remembers having a fever when she was a child, and her mother always cooked porridge for her.

Tong Wenya carefully added some diced greens to the white porridge, let the porridge boil in the pot, went to make a pot of clean water, and returned to the living room with a towel.

Xiao Ye seemed to be in a coma, his face flushed even more than at the beginning. She gently put a wet towel on his forehead, and peeked at his neck again, watching him curl up like a helpless child, and couldn't help sighing.

"Distressed?" His voice was hoarse. When she was stunned, he suddenly embraced her, hugged her tightly, and hugged her into his arms.

Tong Wenya's heart suddenly tightened.

His arms were too hot, as if she was about to melt her. She wanted to break free, but she was afraid of getting his wounds, so she could only be held so domineeringly.

"Don't kill me? Let go of me!"

"I'm okay." He was still smiling, but his arm suddenly loosened and dropped weakly.