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Chapter 42 New Life

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    Xia Wancheng had done enough tricks in front of everyone and felt tired.  On the way home, Xia Wuju asked her: "Why did Xia Soo frame you?"

    "It must have been ordered by someone." She looked depressed.

    "Who has such a big grudge against you?"

    "If something happens to me, whoever benefits the most will be the one who can sit back and relax."

    Xia Wancheng waved her hands tiredly, not wanting to say any more words.  If the suspect hadn't suddenly surrendered this time, she would have really suffered a big loss.

    When she arrived at the door of her house, Lei Kong suddenly called, asking her to treat her to dinner.

    "No time."

    "I have something in my hand that interests you. Don't regret it if you don't come."

    Xia Wancheng found Lei Kong in a private club. He was gambling with others and asked her to wait aside.

    Xia Wancheng settled on the sofa, the air was filled with the smell of lavender aroma, and the regular sound of shuffling could be heard in the ears from time to time.  She only felt that her eyelids were heavy and the back of her neck was sore, and she actually fell asleep like this.

    When she woke up again, the phone rang and Xia Zaogan asked her when she would be back.  Xia Wancheng looked at the time and saw that it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning.

    Xia Wancheng was hungry and her head was heavy. She looked up and saw Lei Kong sitting opposite, still hesitant, "Why are you here?"

    Lei Kong smiled, "Miss Xia San, is she fainted from sleep?"

    "Oh, yes. What do you want to say to me?"

    "Then I want to ask first, how does Miss Xia San plan to thank me?"

    Xia Wancheng raised her eyebrows and saw Lei Kong throwing a stack of photos at her feet.  She looked around and saw all the photos of Xia Mo and the woman.

    She was speechless, and Lei Kong continued: "Are you curious how I got these photos? Or are you curious why these photos were not published in today's newspapers and magazines?"

    Xia Wancheng smiled, "Is it such a coincidence? All the magazines I picked at random are owned by your family?"

    "That's not true, but it concerns someone, and everyone is a little more sensitive. In fact no matter whether those magazines are run by my family or not, it is impossible for these things of yours to be published."

    This is the detail that Xia Wancheng failed to handle well.  As the saying goes, details determine success or failure, and she almost suffered a big loss because of it this time.

    "What do I want to thank you for?"

    Lei Kong¡¯s laughter seemed to have been reverberated, giving it a contrived sexiness.  "You're not too stupid, otherwise why do you think people would surrender?"

    It turns out that it was indeed the person in front of her who helped her.

    Xia Wancheng lowered his eyes, "Thank you very much. But I don't like to owe favors to others. I wonder if there is anything I can do for you, Mr. Kong?"

    "It's easy to say. I like to hear nice words from pretty sisters. How do you usually talk to your brother Qing? Let me listen too, and I'll take it as interest."

    "Master Kong is joking. People outside say that Miss Xia San is a vicious, vicious and scorpion-hearted person. I'm afraid I won't be able to say anything nice."

    Lei Kong suddenly changed the topic, "What is your relationship with Gai Yu?"

    Xia Wancheng was speechless.

    Lei Kong suddenly took a long step and crossed over the table.  He grabbed Xia Wancheng's chin. He looked at her delicate eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Gai Yu is my brother, stay away from him."

    Xia Wancheng looked at him up close and saw that this man could maintain a good appearance even though he indulged in sex every day.  There is usually a smile in the corner of his eyes, which seems to be swaying with an evil aura.  The look he was staring at her now really showed the fierceness that he had been honed in the gladiatorial arena.

    "What you said is exactly the same as my free sister. But she wants to marry Gai Yu and become a young mistress. What is your purpose?"

    Lei Kong pinched her harder, and Xia Wancheng was forced to straighten her spine.  When she looked at Lei Kong, she knew that the pressure Lei Kong had given her had made her physically weak.

    She held his hand, and Qingyue's soft voice said, "Okay, I'll sell you this face."

    Lei Kong smiled slightly, and then his slender fingers slipped into her collar, his fingertips directly grazed her collarbone, and before Xia Wancheng's expression changed drastically, he pulled out her necklace.

    He opened it with his fingertips and showed the photo inside to Xia Wancheng's eyes, "I swear in the name of your mother."

    Listening to Xia Wancheng finishing her words with resentment, the smile on Lei Kong's face became much brighter.  He touched Xia Wancheng's head, leaned into her ear, and whispered in his usual flirtatious tone: "How boring an honest person like Gai Yu is."

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    After repeated tossing, Xia WanCheng was exhausted both physically and mentally, and slept until the afternoon of the next day.

    She turned on her phone and saw a message from Dr. Micheal, whom she had never contacted before.  "how?"

    Xia Wancheng sat blankly beside the bed for a while before calling back, "Are you in the hospital now?"

    The calm man¡¯s voice came out, ¡°There will be an operation to be performed soon.¡±

    "When will it be?"

    "Hard to say."

    "I'm coming to find you."

    Xia Wancheng waited until nine o'clock in the evening before Dr. Micheal showed up.

    He sat on the sofa and put his fingers on his forehead, showing an unusually tired look.

    "How is the surgery?"

    Not hearing the other party's answer, Xia Wancheng sighed softly and said comfortingly, "You have tried your best."

    Ten minutes passed, and twenty minutes passed, and Michael kept sitting there in the same posture.

    Looking at his lonely look, Xia Wancheng felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort, confusion and sadness in her heart.  It was as if she was the one who performed surgery on people, and she was also the one who watched a life fall.

    She asked: ¡°How does it feel to save someone¡¯s life?¡±

    "Can not remember."

    Xia Wancheng squatted in front of him, raised her head and asked him, "Then how did you feel when you rescued me from the water?"

    It was a hot afternoon, and there were sparks in the stagnant air.  When Xia Wancheng was fished out of the lake, she was not breathing and her heart had stopped.

    He actively rescued her for half an hour, but there was no change.

    I regretted the loss of a young life, but my CPR behavior did not stop.

    His mentor has always said that he is only suitable for research because he cannot face life and death calmly.

    The girl¡¯s pale and beautiful face lost any vitality in the sunlight and was about to wither and wither. Her mechanical wrists also began to lose strength.  At that time, one hour had passed since the rescue started, which was the time when the rescue could be declared ineffective.

    This young girl will die in such vicious weather.

    He didn¡¯t know how long he would have to hold on, but he still couldn¡¯t convince himself to give up the rescue.  At this moment, an extremely weak beat suddenly came from under the hot palm.

    He couldn¡¯t believe it, and carefully put his ear to the girl¡¯s chest, and heard the second and third heartbeat.

    It¡¯s not an illusion.

    He remembered that he was like a fish caught in a net, lying limply on the ground.  He was soaked and in a daze, talking unconsciously, and next to him was the girl coughing weakly.

    During this period of more than an hour, the ideal building in his heart was crumbling, on the verge of collapse, and then stood tall again because of that re-beating heart.

    He stood up as a freshman, all because of her.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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