100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

The entrance to the underground research room of the mafia headquarters is in a research institute behind the Intelligence Department. You walk through the empty hall and enter from the side door. You go all the way to the ground floor. This is a glass passage with only one password sensor door. Ye Wei came down once with Mo Jue and remembered the password. She opened the door easily. There was another elevator, this time going directly to the research room.

The underground research room is very large, like a large building. It was originally a mafia weapons research center and drug research and development center. After being cleared, it looks very empty. The research rooms are separated on all sides and are fully equipped.

Eleven looked around and said, "This is a bit like our virus weapons research center."

However, it is not as large as the first terrorist organization. They mainly use arms to make huge profits. From research, production to trading, they provide one-stop services. The core interest of the mafia is not arms.

Their weapons research here is probably just blueprints. Even for viruses, they provide formulas, not finished products.

"I've been here twice and I'm not very interested. However, a drug they recently researched is very powerful. The raw materials are extremely cheap, but the effect is very good and the price is extremely high. Drug syndicates in the Middle East are going crazy to grab this drug. The profits Very big." Ye Wei said with a smile, a high-risk industry must be high-profit. Although drug smuggling is illegal in the eyes of ordinary people, it is not so in their eyes. They buy and sell drugs, but they are not contaminated with drugs. To them, , this is a means to gain profits, and there is no morality at all.

If they don't sell it, there will be people selling it, just like arms smuggling, the same principle applies.

Eleven raised his eyebrows, "Nerve drugs?"

"yes."

"I heard about it. No wonder the arms business has been bleak recently. Gangsters in the Middle East usually do drug business in addition to smuggling arms. If the mafia signs an order here, they may not have the funds to smuggle arms again. Chu Li, please I also studied the market over there this time." Eleven smiled.

"Arms and drugs are inseparable from the mafia. The mafia now occupies most of the drug market." Ye Wei said, Yun also conducted a survey last time. In the Middle East alone, the mafia's drug market share is as high as 60%. , extremely terrifying, and I don’t know how Mo Jue and Mo Ye were able to seize this piece of fat so quickly.

The two walked through a bunch of laboratories and arrived at the medical office. Ye Wei opened the door and went in together with Eleven. In the ward, Mo Ye was lying quietly with an infusion tube inserted in his body and no oxygen mask. An electrocardiogram It was normal, but he was unconscious.

Eleven couldn't help but take a few steps forward. Ye Wei stepped back, sat on the sofa, closed her eyes and rested. His face was much fairer and thinner. Without seeing the sun for half a year, Mo Ye's originally wheat-colored skin became very pale, an unhealthy pallor. The lips were bloodless, breathing was slow, and the long eyelashes covered them gently, casting a faint shadow under the eyelids.

His hair has grown long, and no one seems to have taken care of it in the past six months. He had it cut short when he went to Eastern Europe, but now it has grown again, falling neatly on the pillow.

That face was still stunning, with extremely delicate facial features. Even when he was asleep, there was a rare surprise. Apart from Suman, she had never seen a man with such an outstanding appearance.

Eleven stared at him blankly without saying a word, not knowing what to say to him. So many doctors couldn't make him wake up. She was not a doctor and could do nothing.

It was just a meeting, and it seemed that a wish had been fulfilled. She was no longer so nervous and worried about him. She said that she knew that Mo Ye was not dead, but seeing that he was safe and breathing with her own eyes made her feel much calmer.

She originally thought that when she saw Mo Ye, she would feel a little agitated, maybe a little uncontrollably excited, maybe she would think about whether she should forgive him, or maybe she would think about the entanglement between him and her.

But, there is nothing, I just feel at ease.

Maybe sometimes you miss a person. As long as he is safe, nothing else matters. At least he can still breathe and have a chance to survive. This is more important than anything else.

Ye Wei closed her eyes and rested for a while. She didn't see Eleven talking, so she couldn't help but open her eyes. Sitting on the sofa, she only saw Eleven's back. The back was a bit thin, and her long hair hung softly on her shoulders. It seems that there is neither sadness nor joy.

"Why don't you talk?" Ye Wei said with a smile, "Are you embarrassed? How about I walk around."

Eleven shook her head. That's not the case. She just didn't know what to say to Mo Ye. It seemed that she wasn't sure about their relationship. She fell in love with Mo Ye five years ago, and she fell in love with Mo Ye when Mo Ye was Anthony. But when Mo Ye was Mo Ye, he and she never even had a chance to have a good conversation. Either he was too cruel, or she was too hateful.

How to explain the relationship between them? She didn't understand. Sometimes she really didn't know what to say when facing Mo Ye.

Perhaps, she is not a proactive woman in the first place.

"You talk to him, maybe he can hear you. I watched some movies and stuff, and they all acted like this. Although you are not Prince Charming, Mo Ye is considered a beauty. In fact, I don't mind watching you kiss Sleeping Beauty." Ye Wei smiled wildly and teased Eleven.

Eleven's ears felt hot, and her cheeks were slightly red. Ye Wei was behind her and didn't see her. Ye Wei was suddenly curious about something, "Eleven, has Boss Mo kissed you?"

With Eleven's temperament, Boss Mo seems to have little chance.

"Weiwei, shut up." Eleven couldn't help laughing and scolding, Weiwei is so smart, she immediately understood, Boss Mo, you are so brave, you can even kiss him, for this, she gave him extra points.

Ye Wei smiled and leaned on the sofa with a rogue look on her face, "I'm serious, if you talk to him or hold his hand, maybe you can really wake up Mo Ye. He has been sleeping for half a year." , it’s been long enough. Mo Jue has to come down to see him once every day, and he feels very depressed when he goes back. Although I don’t like him, I still hope he wakes up. Who can make the man and woman I like like him? Hey, This relationship really troubles me.”

Eleven couldn't help but look back and glare at her, Ye Wei chuckled seductively.

The drip dripped slowly and flowed into his body along the infusion tube. Mo Ye's sleeping face looked less cold and more sickly, making it easier for others to like him.

"It would be great if I could really wake him up." Eleven said faintly, remembering that chaotic night in a daze. More than half a year later, it left a deep impression on her, and she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to.

She could never forget the look in his eyes before he fell into coma, like a magical hand tightly grasping her painful heart.

"He must think that I fired the shot on purpose and hate me." Eleven said with a bitter smile. Ye Wei remained silent and did not respond. Under normal circumstances, she would think that Eleven fired the shot on purpose. She didn't know what Mo Ye thought. , but no matter what, she supports Eleven.

Eleven frowned, took a few steps closer, moved his fingers, gritted his teeth, hesitated, and finally reached out and touched his hand gently. The temperature in the ward was adjusted to a moderate level, but his hand was a little cold. …

There was no warmth at all, and Eleven's heart felt cold. If she hadn't known that he was still breathing, she might have thought it was a corpse.

Mo Ye... Mo Ye... Why haven't you woke up yet?

His fingertips touched the back of his hand, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally held his hand. Mo Ye's palm was slightly calloused and rough to the touch, but it was slightly warm and not as cold as the back of his palm. Eleven A smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his lips.

Although these hands hurt her, they also stroked her hair with compassion, and her face also led her to chase on the ice. She still remembered those temperatures and emotions.

She gritted her teeth and couldn't help the pain in her heart. She couldn't say anything too sensational. After thinking about it, she didn't know what to say to him. Could she say that she didn't hate him? Are you still hating him and saying you don't love him? Also in love.

Did you say wait for him? She can't do it, so she doesn't want to make a promise.

Explain this shot? She was so arrogant that she didn't even bother to explain. If she did, he probably wouldn't be able to hear her.

It's really embarrassing.

"Boss Mo, if you don't wake up, you will never see your Eleven again." Ye Wei couldn't help but said, "Well, that bullet was actually an anesthetic bullet, and the bullet missed, so you were lucky enough to survive. Come down. If she really wanted to kill you, you would have met the King of Hell a long time ago. If you can't aim accurately at such a close range, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the reputation of the number one killer? So please, don't be so stimulated that you don't want to wake up and face it, okay? Okay? This is very shameful. This girl has come all the way to see you. It’s inappropriate for you to pretend to be sleeping with a beauty while you’re asleep. You’ll be struck by lightning.”

Eleven couldn't help but smile, "What are you talking about?"

"You don't bother to explain, let me explain it for you." Ye Wei raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Boss Mo is really incompetent. He has been sleeping for so long. Hey, Eleven actually loves you very much, otherwise he wouldn't look at you twice. "Open your eyes and look at her. She has become beautiful and fat. You should get up and ask her to lose weight."

Eleven eyebrows were filled with smiles. Ye Wei always made people happy when she spoke. No matter how dull the atmosphere was, as long as she had the intention, she could liven it up.

"Am I so fat that I need to lose weight?" Eleven asked doubtfully. The cold expression was still there, but her eyes were very confused. She was only 2 kilograms heavier than before the mutation, which is not much. She has not reached normal weight. Woolen cloth.

But she doesn't look fat anywhere, and her face is really plumper than before.

"...I'll just tell you." Ye Wei waved her hand.

eleven,"……"