Young Master, did you fall off your horse today?

Chapter 228 Jun Mochen, don't scare me
"What's so good about this bitch, Brother Mo Chen, you'd rather block her!"

The heart-piercing sound resounded throughout the hall, and there were screams all around.

Jun Meng'er was held by the arms by several hidden guards, preventing her from moving.

Her eyes were crazy and vicious, staring at Su Qiao, wishing that her eyes could turn into sharp arrows and shoot Su Qiao to the point of being riddled with holes.

Su Qiao shivered, and raised her gaze slightly.

Only then did she see a slender and clean hand blocking the front of her neck, tightly grasping the fruit knife.

He wears an expensive luxury watch on his wrist. Like its owner, it exudes a luxurious and eye-catching Yuyu brilliance under the lights of the TV station.

The cuffs of the suit were still studded with jeweled cufflinks, but drops of blood dripped down.

"Jun, Young Master?"

Jun Mochen actually blocked Jun Menger's attack for her!

It took Su Qiao a long time to react, her hands were slowly clenched, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

It was only then that she remembered that when the scene was in chaos just now, someone ran over in a hurry from behind and stood in front of her.

She also heard the sound of a knife cutting through her skin.

She thought it was Senior Zhou who ran over, and it was her neck that was cut.

But, it was Jun Mochen?Why is it him?

Why is it him!

"Take Jun Menger down first." Jun Mochen threw the fruit knife on the ground.

The voice was as cold as frost.

Assistant Li Feng followed immediately and wrapped gauze on his hands.

"Master Jun, you should go to the hospital."

"This knife, it's not right."

A dark guard picked up the fruit knife on the ground and looked at it for a while, his face turned pale instantly.

Su Qiao's eyes also moved to the fruit knife, her heart skipped a beat.

Although the fruit knife only scratched Jun Mochen's palm, the blood dripping on it gradually turned black.

In the end, the black blood was even as thick as freshly ground ink.

It was shockingly black.

"Is there poison on the knife?"

"Master Jun, go to the hospital!"

Su Qiao grabbed Jun Mochen's sleeve and ran forward a few steps.

Glancing back at Li Feng and the others, his tone changed in anxiety.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Send your young master to the hospital quickly."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jun Mochen grabbed her hand.

"Su Qiao." Jun Mochen narrowed his eyes, his palm was obviously soaked in blood, but he still held her hand forcefully.

"Tell me." Blood was gushing out of his wound, and his thin lips were a little pale.

His eyes were as dark as two deep pools, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead.

But his eyes still had a sharp look.

"Tell me, are you caring about me?"

Su Qiao's heart trembled, she bit her lower lip, moved his injured hand away, and wanted to hand it to Li Feng.

"Jun Meng'er's knife must be poisonous, if you want to save your young master, take him away quickly."

But before the person handed over, Jun Mochen suddenly flickered, and fell into her arms.

"Master Jun! Jun Mochen!"

Looking at Jun Mochen, whose arms were as heavy as a mountain and his face was pale, Su Qiao's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and her eyes were red.

"Don't scare me!"

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In Jun's private hospital.

Su Qiao wandered around the corridor outside the re-examination room all night.

Through the glass window, she saw Jun Mochen lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.

Doctors came in and out, and all the instruments were moved into the intensive care room.

"Miss Meng'er is really crazy, her fruit knife has been soaked in poison."

(End of this chapter)