Warm marriage to the bone, the president's wife is ruthless

Chapter 885 Treating Wounds
Unlike before, Mo Liancheng almost killed Song Yanshu with one punch, and Song Yanshu vomited blood, and his brain even went blank for an instant.

Song Yanshu sat down on the ground, wiped away the blood that kept spilling from the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and smiled coldly, with blood in his eyes.Just when Mo Liancheng was about to continue to attack, Mu Qingqing had already untied her skirt, rushed over and grabbed Mo Liancheng.

"Stop fighting, let's go!"

Mo Liancheng's eyes were fixed on Song Yanshu. The two men did not say a word from the beginning to the end, but the collision of eyes already explained everything. The interlacing of anger, like lightning and flint on the battlefield, belonged exclusively to men. a contest between them.

"Let's go!" Mu Qingqing pulled Mo Liancheng and said in a deep voice.She was worried that it would cause an unmanageable mess if it continued, because Mu Qingqing knew the temperament of Mo Liancheng and Song Yanshu very well.

Such people are often more paranoid. If it is really because of herself that she has made an irreversible mistake, Mu Qingqing will not be able to live in peace for the rest of her life.In the past, this feeling was not obvious, but after having Xiaochi, Mu Qingqing's thinking and style of doing things have quietly changed.

Mu Qingqing exerted all her strength, and finally pulled Mo Liancheng into the car. She stepped on the accelerator quickly, and there was a long sound of sharp turning, breaking the deathly silence.

Blood was clotted at the corner of his mouth, Song Yanshu just kept this posture, sitting on the cold ground for a long time.Like a long dream, when he clenched his fists hard, the faint tingling pain in his palm reminded him and pulled him out of the out-of-control emotions.

Even though the ring was abandoned, it shone with confidence. Song Yanshu bit his lip and raised his hand before throwing the ring into the trash can at the corner of the parking lot.

What the hell was I doing just now...

Song Yanshu thought to himself, got up too, and got into the car dejectedly.

The ringing of the phone broke the silence in the carriage, Song Yanshu raised the phone to his ear with difficulty with his weak hands, and answered a syllable coldly.

The person who called was Uncle An, and he got straight to the point, "Yan Shu, I have already found out what you asked me to investigate. It turns out that Mo Liancheng..."

After Song Yanshu heard Uncle An's words, his whole body was full of energy. He sat up straight from the back of the chair in an instant, "Is everything you said true?"

"Exactly!"

Uncle An continued, "I think Ms. Mu should already know about this. I asked someone to hack into the hospital's computer archives, got the case of Mo Liancheng, and asked a familiar expert to analyze it. Wrong."

Song Yanshu's face was full of mixed feelings, he hung up the phone, feeling as if he was crawling out of the quagmire bit by bit.

"Stop!" Just as the car drove into the coastal road, Mo Liancheng suddenly asked Mu Qingqing to stop the car.This way, they have been driving for 10 minutes, and the two of them have remained relatively silent.Everyone's heart is filled with all kinds of complex emotions.

A sudden brake, stopped in the emergency lane.

The sea breeze was cold and salty, and it slapped viciously on the face, and the whistling sound was like a menacing clamor, which was annoying.

"Are you angry?" Mu Qingqing spoke first, wouldn't it be entering an endless loop if she kept silent like this, there must always be someone who will give in first.

Mo Liancheng asked coldly, "Have you gone to the Mo Group?"

Mu Qingqing's heart trembled. She originally thought that she would tell Mo Liancheng about this matter soon, but she didn't expect Mo Liancheng to know about it first.In this way, he seemed passive.

"Hmm..." Mu Qingqing nodded, her voice weak.

"Why did you go there?" Mo Liancheng continued to ask, his tone was still steady, without any trace of sadness, joy or anger.

Mu Qingqing paused. She didn't know how Mo Liancheng would react, so she said, "I... I am a shareholder of the Mo Group. As a shareholder, go back to the company to have a look. What's wrong?"

Who knew that as soon as Mu Qingqing's words fell, Mo Liancheng turned around suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Qingqing's throat like a sharp sword, "You are self-righteous, you think you can do it with your own strength?" Have you turned things around?"

"Ah……"

Mo Liancheng sneered, his contemptuous expression made people look extremely unhappy, "I can solve my affairs freely, I don't need you to meddle in my own business!"

"What? Mind your own business?"

Mu Qingqing's sensitive emotions were also aroused by Mo Liancheng's excited tone. She frowned and said coldly, "Mo Liancheng, you used to ask me, and now I really want to ask you, do you have any? Heart!"

"Since Mo Han drove you out of the Mo Group, what have you done? Doing charity, donating money, and repairing schools? That's right, these are all very good, but is your heart really so peaceful? Do you want to find existence? Feeling, there is nothing wrong with it. But the Mo Group was Uncle Mo's greatest regret during his lifetime, so you let it go like this? Are you worthy of Uncle Mo, are you worthy of yourself?"

Mu Qingqing's voice was torn apart, most of it was swallowed by the sound of the waves.

What made her angry was not that Mo Liancheng didn't appreciate her help, but that Mo Liancheng's exhaustion of negative emotions made Mu Qingqing feel sad.

Mo Liancheng's expression darkened, and for a moment, amidst the roar of the huge waves, he said something that he didn't know if Mu Qingqing could hear clearly.

"But I don't want my woman to be wronged for me..."

Mo Liancheng's voice was very low, and Mu Qingqing faced the sea without responding, but silently shed a few tears.

Back at the villa, Mo Liancheng hugged Mu Qingqing with a cold face, and threw him on the bed in the bedroom. His arms were still so strong, so solid and reliable.

Mu Qingqing didn't resist, and saw Mo Liancheng bring in a medicine box from outside the door, half-knelt in front of her, raised her feet and placed them on Mo Liancheng's lap.

"What are you doing?" Mu Qingqing looked at the clean towel Mo Liancheng handed over suddenly, and asked suspiciously.

"Bite!"

"Huh?" Before Mu Qingqing understood the meaning of Mo Liancheng's words, the pain in her ankle immediately penetrated into her heart, but the towel had already fallen on the ground. Mu Qingqing couldn't bear it, but Mo Liancheng put her own The arm was stretched out in front of Mu Qingqing, and Mu Qingqing bit it without thinking.

Because he had been wearing high heels during the day, his ankle was more or less numb, and he didn't even know that there was a piece of broken glass in the wound.

A fine layer of sweat emerged from Mo Liancheng's forehead, and he quickly picked out the fragments with sterilized tweezers. As the pain gradually subsided, Mu Qingqing also let go of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)