After being scum, I was reborn into the arms of President Ba's ex-husband

Chapter 32 No.30 The Three-Self Do Not Live
Ji Qing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, walking up and down by the bed.

Looking back, the person who read the script calmly.

Stepping forward, she took out the script in her hand, her face full of anxiety, "Grandma, why are you still reading these, if you can't pass the test on the Internet, it's okay to act or not?"

Long Moran didn't speak, and picked up the phone on the table.

Ji Qing thought that she was finally going to post an apology on Weibo, and was about to speak to persuade her to endure the calm for a while.

She glanced at the phone page and almost died on the spot.

I still have time to visit a certain treasure.

"Long Moran, I'm only willing to let you piss me off! If the fermentation gets worse and worse, at least the company will hide you in the snow, and at worst, you may even face a lawsuit? Do you know that?" Ji Qing hated iron but not steel look.

Long Moran didn't raise his head, and said calmly, "What's the hurry, I'm waiting, calm down, I just ordered a cup of green tea, and I'm in a hurry."

Ji Qing was so angry that he couldn't speak, he got up and rushed out the door. If he stayed with her, he would definitely have a heart attack.

In the early hours of the morning, more and more people paid attention to this matter on the Internet, and the public opinion became more and more fierce, and even human flesh became more and more dyed.

Long Moran scrolled through the overwhelming comments, the more the arc of her mouth became bigger.

Finally, when her reputation was uncontrollable, she made a move.

A video of Yi Muxue crazily insulting her was released.

When she was in the underground garage, she had observed that this idiot, in order to retaliate against her, turned off the surveillance, he was just asking for his own death.

Weibo is paralyzed.

Finally one day off work, the little programmer brother who went home to get married was forced to get up and work overtime on the wedding night.

He spat on the essence of the country, and secretly scolded Yi Muxue, a jumping clown, what did he do, he succeeded in killing himself.

This night is simply a sleepless night for hundreds of millions of netizens!

The mood is also like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs and constant reversals!

Long Moran opened Yi Muxue's Weibo, saw that they were all scolding her, and smiled mockingly.

He said to himself, "I really want to thank you for giving me the head! It just so happened that I couldn't find an opportunity, so you gave it to me. It's no fault of me."

The boss of the Gong family will not marry a woman with a huge stain.

Not only did Yi Muxue die, she also cut off her own escape path.

Cocooning yourself.

She quit Weibo and opened WeChat.

That black profile picture, not a single message in the chat box of "Remarks Kiss Your Husband".

Long Moran pouted.

A phone call came through.

It rang five times and no one answered.

She frowned slightly, her eyes were cold and gloomy, she got out of bed, picked up the coat and keys from the sofa, and hurried out the door.

I bumped into Ji Qing who was about to knock on the door, "Ouch".

Ji Qing rubbed his sore head, turned around and looked at the empty corridor with a confused look on his face.

Does this person teleport?

The black Bentley gave Long Moran the feeling of driving a racing car. It should have been a two-hour journey, but it was shortened by an hour.

Looking at the pitch-black manor, she had a bad feeling in her heart.

The strong light woke up the security guard at the door. With an electric baton in his hand, he left the security booth with sleepy eyes.

Seeing clearly the gloomy and terrifying Long Moran, he woke up instantly.

Immediately stood upright and saluted her.

Long Moran rolled down the car window, and said in a solemn tone, "Is Mr. Gong back yet?"

"Report Miss Long, Mr. Gong hasn't come back."

When the security guard wanted to say something more, the black Bentley had already merged into the pitch-black night, and there was no shadow left for him.

Top private medical laboratory.

Inside are all precision instruments, various separation machines, and red, green, and green liquids.

Zheng Yuze was wearing a white coat, concentrating on sucking up the dark green unknown liquid in the vial with a cold needle.

Then he pushed open the heavy sliding door and entered the inner suite. Gong Junmo sat on a chair with a special structure, his hands and feet were bound by iron chains, his white shirt was rolled over his forearms, and he sat on the chair with his back straight, like a cold sculpture. .

Zheng Yuze stood in front of him, with a hint of unbearability on his gentle and handsome face.

There was worry in his voice, "Junmo's injection will delay the frequency of your onset, but the price to pay is that your body will dry up faster. Is it worth it?"

Gong Junmo's cold voice revealed determination, "Let's begin!"

Zheng Yuze knew what he had decided, and ten cows could not pull it back.

At the same time, he was also curious about what kind of woman it was that made him not hesitate to endure such piercing pain.

Just to spend a few more days with her in a normal state.

When the cold needle pierced his skin, there was still no wave on his face, only the long eye feathers quivered a few times.

When Zheng Yuze pushed to the end, he couldn't help but glance sideways at the man who was sitting upright.

I feel both admiration and distress.

10 minute later.

Gong Junmo's back was wet with cold sweat, and the pain of tearing nerves and grinding bones made his whole body tremble violently, but his face was normal except for being pale.

Zheng Yuze stared at the white wrists tightly clenched into fists. The rough iron chains were rubbing against the skin, and bright red blood oozes out, which is shocking. The same is true on the ankles, some dripping down the white heels of his On the white and cold ground.

In the beginning, there were only drops of blood on the ground, but later it was all over the city.

White and red form a strong contrast.

2:30 am.

Zheng Yuze untied the iron chain with trembling hands, reached out to support the man with a pale face, as if he had just been caught in the swimming pool, let him put one hand on his neck, and walked to the sofa step by step with blood marks.

Zheng Yuze used the gauze prepared a long time ago, unscrewed the cap of the disinfectant, dipped it in with a cotton swab, and disinfected his frayed wrist. His body shook instinctively.

At the end of the treatment, he kept his body upright, a little stooped, but he didn't make a sound during the whole process.

On the contrary, Zheng Yuze's hands trembled a little at the end.
But I admire him even more in my heart.

After the bandaging was completed, Gong Junmo lay on the wide sofa with his eyes closed, seemingly tired.

Can you be tired?

Dealing with work during the day and being abused at night.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

Zheng Yuze found a blanket from the cupboard and covered him lightly.

He just sat on his office swivel chair and made do for the night.

Buzzing phone vibrating sound.

I thought it would stop after a few beeps.

I didn't know that the phone call was very persistent, and there was a posture of calling all the time if I didn't answer it.

Zheng Yuze frowned, and walked to the black suit jacket on the back of the sofa.

Taking out the mobile phone from his pocket, Long Moran's three large characters jumped into his eyes.

It went off for a moment, then came on again.

The person on the sofa said suddenly, "Bring it here."

Zheng Yuze, who was going to press the switch button, thought it was really time to wake up.

He sighed, and handed it to him.

The man pressed the answer button.

"Gong Junmo, why did you go? Where are you? I'm so worried about you?" Long Moran's rare nervous voice came, and when he listened carefully, he seemed to be choked up.

(End of this chapter)