Love is not too late: Lu Shao's number one sweet wife

Chapter 208 It's a pity that I don't want to hear anything now

In the ward, Lu Mohan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ruan Yitian helplessly.

She shrank into a ball, tightly holding Jiang Qi's hand and not letting go.

"Eldest Young Mistress, he is the Eldest Young Master, do you remember what Jiang Qi told you, he is your family member!"

Jiang Qi comforted her softly, but she held his hand in fear, not even daring to look at Lu Mohan.

"Big boy..." Jiang Qi looked at Lu Mohan helplessly.

The line of Lu Mohan's lips was drawn into a straight line, and he was so frustrated that he wanted to grab Ruan Yitian and shout, to wake her up, to kiss her, to tell her that he was the one she had to rely on, Jiang Qi is nothing!

But, facing her like this, what can he do?

The doctor said that she was stimulated and the sequelae of the fall. She didn't know when she would recover. All he did was wait.

Standing up suddenly, watching Ruan Yitian tremble with fright, he gritted his teeth and said to Jiang Qi, "Take care of her." After speaking, he turned and left.

Outside the ward, there stood a 1.9-meter-long burly man with a fierce look on his face.

Jin Zheng, who was selected by Lu Mohan ten years ago to send him away, has been struggling in the underworld all year round. During the past ten years, he has been mixed up like wind and rain, but he rarely shows up. He is the main source of news for Lu Mohan. channel.

Seeing Lu Mohan coming out, he took a step forward: "Master..."

Lu Mohan clenched his hands tightly into fists, looked at him and said, "How is it?"

"I'm a coward, but he keeps his mouth shut. If he doesn't say anything, there must be something terrible in An Mingjian's hands." Jin Zheng replied.

"A fatal reason?" Lu Mo sneered, "His life is in your hands now, what could be more fatal than this? Tell him, in fact, my patience is really limited. Without him, the An family will still fail."

After a pause, Lu Mohan turned his head to look at the ward, and suddenly said bitterly: "Forget it, I'll go there with you!"

"Eldest Young Master?" Jin Zheng looked at him in surprise, "Is this...won't it be right?"

"What's wrong, no one will know." Lu Mo said coldly.

No one will know, it is to send people away.

After the arrangements were made, Jin Zheng pushed a wheelchair into the empty warehouse on the outskirts, slowly.

The iron door closed with a bang, and the light in the warehouse suddenly became much darker. Through the high windows, the sunlight cast a slanted line, and dust flew in the light.

Brother Yuan struggled to sit up and looked at the figure on the other side of the light beam in horror: "Who? Who are you?! Did you bring me here? What do you want to know? I don't know anything, hurry up let me out!"

Jin Zheng stood upright, and Lu Mohan, who was in the wheelchair, slowly stood up.

Looking at the figure not far away, Brother Yuan narrowed his eyes. For some reason, it was just a figure, which made him feel invisible pressure. He held his breath involuntarily, and watched the figure walk in front of him.

A completely unfamiliar face, not the man who came to snatch the little girl that day, he had never seen this person before.

"Who are you?" He looked up at him.

Lu Mohan looked down at the wretched man under his feet. The Italian handmade leather shoes slowly fell on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Ge broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Lu Mohan remained expressionless, and slowly stepped on one foot.

He stepped on it slowly, as if he didn't use much strength, but Brother Yuan couldn't bear it and howled loudly.

"My legs! My legs..."

The tragic voice echoed in the empty warehouse, but Lu Mohan turned a deaf ear to it.

Jin Zheng pursed his lips, and took a strangely shaped iron rod. At the front end of the rod were three sharp iron spikes.

"Master, be careful with your legs."

The young master's leg has just recovered, so he can't be tired.

Lu Mohan maintained his posture, motionless, took the iron rod, and poked Brother Yuan's arm under his horrified gaze.

"You, are you using these hands to touch her?" He said coldly, with indescribable sadness in his deep eyes.

Just before he understood the meaning of his words, the three sharp iron thorns pierced the palm of his right hand without the slightest pause.

"Ah——" Brother Yuan let out a hoarse scream, and the first scream hadn't stopped yet, the iron spike was pulled out, and pierced his left hand again, piercing his left hand with the ground.

Brother Yuan let out a series of screams, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Jin Zheng immediately walked quickly to the side and brought a bucket of water: "Eldest young master, please give way, don't get your shoes dirty."

After seeing Lu Mohan walk away a few steps as promised, he poured water on Brother Yuan's face without hesitation, waking him up from his coma.

Opening his eyes, seeing Lu Mohan again, Brother Yuan yelled, "Who the hell are you and what are you going to do? We don't know each other. Why do you treat me like this when you have no grievances?!"

Lu Mohan stepped forward, holding an iron rod in one hand, and gestured at Brother Yuan's face with a sharp iron thorn, and then, too fast to cover his ears, he stabbed at his shoulder blade. When he let out a howl of pain, his strength increased sharply, directly piercing his shoulder blade.

Brother Yuan couldn't even shout, he lay on the ground trembling and looked at Lu Mohan who seemed to be descended by a demon.

This person, let him see no hope, no room for bargaining, no possibility of delaying time, he seems to die soon!
Brother Yuan shivered, and a desire to survive suddenly surged in his heart: "Don't...don't do anything! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you! Please let me go, let me be a dog Fate, I will listen to you in everything from now on!"

If he could still move, he wished he could get up and kowtow to this demon, but his shoulder blades were nailed to the ground, he couldn't move at all, he could only look at the person in front of him with begging eyes.

Lu Mohan stood upright, holding on to the iron rod, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up slightly, that arc, which was clearly the arc of a smile, was as cold as ice.

"It's a pity." He said, regretting, more like mocking, "I don't want to hear anything from you now."

He pulled out the iron rod vigorously, and the sharp iron thorns slid down his bloody shoulder. Brother Yuan let out a cry like a pig being slaughtered, because the iron thorns slid down from his flesh, piercing the skin, and the flesh and blood inside Blood poured out.

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More than ten minutes later, Brother Yuan passed out covered in blood. Although Jin Zheng was used to fighting and killing scenes, but they were all quick and quick. A person's skin was torn apart, and he was a little disgusted watching it from the sidelines.

"Eldest young master, if you continue to do this, you will die. Do you really not want to ask about An Mingjian?" He asked in a low voice.

Looking at the dying man on the ground, Lu Mohan stopped and threw the iron rod to Jin Zheng.

He obviously didn't find anything on his hand, but he still took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it carefully, and then said lightly: "Hold him, don't let him die so easily."

(End of this chapter)