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

Ji Tianmo smiled enchantingly again, with a conspiracy and calculating face of "If you don't kill the third son, I won't be a goblin, his mother".

……

in the intensive care unit.

Xuan Fei had already changed into a sterile gown, sat next to the hospital bed, and looked at the man lying there with low eyebrows, extremely quiet, like a well-behaved child.

Since he became an adult, he and Ye Da have seen each other less and less, let alone seeing his brother so weak and embarrassed, it is almost impossible, because no one can hurt Xuan Ye.

But now, the man who has silently protected him for so many years is lying on the cold hospital bed, covered with wounds scratched by the impact of rubble, and still has a breathing tube, and even his life has just come back from the front of the ghost gate.

What can make Xuan Fei panic is not that Xuan Ye is lying here to save his life, because he also knows, knows better than everyone that his brother will definitely do this.

What really shocked him was the look in his eyes at that moment after Xuan Ye was shot.

……

It's still the deep black eyes that are too dull, and the eyelids are covered with pale black indigo.

At that moment, looking at him, he lost the coldness of every time they met before.

The straight gaze is deep, persistent, and hard.

is so sharp that it seems to go deep into his heart at a glance, full of extraordinarily domineering Zhan **** Youyu, domineering to express all the obscure feelings that have been silently hidden in the damp corner, and then it is fuller and gentle.

It's so gentle that it seems to drip water.

The spoiled, the pitied.

And, the most beloved.

Really, even if his brother didn't say a word at that time, he could read the thousand words in those eyes, thousands of affectionate.

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

There are some words, if you don't say them, it's really too late.

These, Xuan Fei felt, for the first time, so direct, so intense.

……

On the ground, Xuan Fei's throat rolled hard, and a more astringent hot flashes surged up in his red eyes.

I feel even more sad, sad, and wronged, I was wronged for Xuan Ye.

"Brother, don't you feel wronged?" That hand had been holding Xuan Ye's hand tightly, and he unconsciously tightened it harder.

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

It stands to reason that the ICU ward is not allowed to bring mobile phones in, because electromagnetic waves will interfere with the normal operation of instruments and equipment, but his mobile phone is the latest high-tech product of the mafia and will not have an impact.

Looking at the caller ID on the mobile phone screen that had been vibrating, Xuan Fei frowned, his gloomy eyes dimmed a little, like a broken star in annihilation, and then he cut off the phone.

……

In the bedroom of a villa in downtown Washington.

Elizabeth curled up in a quilt in her nightdress, her delicate features reflected in the warm light of the wall lamp, beautiful and beautiful.

Listening to the mobile phone in her hand constantly coming out of the disconnected busy sound of "beep-toot-toe-", Elizabeth frowned, her eyelids jumped suddenly, and she was a little inexplicably uneasy.

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