dew marriage

Chapter 32
Mu Jiao frowned, staring at He Yankai with eyes as cold as the moon, and shouted in a low voice: "Are you crazy like her too! Let me go!"

But He Yankai is indeed crazy, and he really won't let go.

He had already warned Mu Jiao so seriously, why Mu Jiao just refused to obey, and wanted to provoke Wen Qianqian!

He Yankai pulled her in front of him, narrowed his cold eyes, and glanced at her sharply: "Why are you so angry at me? Why are you always making trouble for Qianqian? It's not like you don't know how she was hurt by you !"

What was it like to be harmed by her Mu Jiao?
Mu Jiao smiled coldly, ironically and resolutely, and said without fear: "Did you lose your first child because of me? You can't do anything after being killed by me." Are you having a baby?"

Her words were higher than each word, and her tone became more emphatic, sarcastic instead of thick, causing He Yankai's expression to darken, and he pinched her cheeks, and his fair face began to turn red because of his pinching forcefully.

But Mu Jiao endured the pain and looked straight into his eyes. No matter what happened, she, Mu Jiao, would not give in. Yes, she did nothing wrong. Why, why should she be a foil to their story, why should she admit it? sinner!

Three years later, Mu Jiao still refused to admit it, and he was still the one with the clearest mind.

But in the past three years, He Yankai and Wen Qianqian insisted that it was Mu Jiao, and she couldn't argue without any strong evidence.

He Yankai has known Mu Jiao for so long, but he is still not used to her being so cold. Angry flames erupted and burned on Mu Jiao's body.

"Mu Jiao, do you still want to leave me? If you do, why do you always do such things that make me angry! Do you still think of me!"

"Of course I want to leave you." Mu Jiao sneered and looked at him contemptuously: "But, I never put you in my eyes!"

"Mu Jiao!" He Yankai shouted coldly, but Mu Jiao's eyes were red, and he said every word clearly: "In my eyes, you are trash!"

In my eyes, it is rubbish!

No one has ever dared to say such things in front of He Yankai, saying that He Yankai is rubbish, it takes a lot of courage and courage.

No one dares to do this, it doesn't mean Mu Jiao can't.

"Say it again!" His eyes were tainted with blackness, his thin lips were tightly pressed, while Mu Jiao broke free from his restraint, rubbed his cheeks, curled the corners of his lower lips and said in a cold voice: "I Call you trash! Trash!"

She raised her head slightly, speaking so coldly and calmly, but He Yankai was out of anger, raised his big hand, and was about to hit him, Mu Jiao shrank his pupils when he saw this, and moved closer to He Yankai: "Fight, let you hit, It's better to die!"

She didn't think it was a provocative method. To her, it was like this. This was her real thought at this moment. She was so direct and decisive, her eyes were red, and there was a sense of determination in her eyes.

However, the flash of pain was still captured by He Yankai, but he saw the scarlet wound on her arm. The next second, he dropped his hand, pointed at the door and shouted coldly: "Get out!"

Mu Jiao took a deep breath, glanced at Wen Qianqian who was sleeping on the bed, threw the diagnosis and treatment results on He Yankai, turned and left.

He Yankai's expression darkened as he watched her endure the pain and put the wound like that.

"Akai..." Wen Qianqian called him in a weak voice, only then did He Yankai regain his senses, turned around and walked to the bedside.

On the other side, Mu Jiao had already walked for a while, but was stopped by someone halfway. The one who stopped her was none other than He Zihuai.

Mu Jiao was surprised when he saw him, but soon his face returned to his usual indifferent expression, and he shook off his hand: "Mr. He still likes to block people."

"Your arm is injured, I'll take you to bandage it." He Zihuai had no doubts about him, and if her wound wasn't treated, it might be infected.

As a gesture, he stretched out his hand to grab Mu Jiao's hand, but Mu Jiao would not ask him to grab it at all. He let go of his hand and said in a deep voice, "I will handle it myself, thank you Mr. He for your concern."

Impatientness flashed across He Zihuai's cold and serious face, and he stepped forward and grabbed Mu Jiao: "He Yankai can torture you like that, but I can't take you to bandage him!"

Mu Jiao sighed imperceptibly, only feeling that she was exhausted physically and mentally, not because she was willing to be tortured, nor because she was willing not to bandage the wound with He Zihuai.

Really, I really want to stay away from these right and wrong, I really want to leave as soon as possible.

He Zihuai didn't know what she was thinking, but just happened to be in He Yankai's office, and just happened to hear about this, so he immediately followed He Yankai and saw her in such a mess.

His arm was bleeding and he didn't know how to bandage it, but he was still fighting with He Yankai in the room.

Shrinking his eyes, he dragged Mu Jiao to the emergency room without saying a word. Mu Jiao had no choice but to let him drag him.

When he arrived at the emergency room, he also coldly ordered the doctor to bandage her wound, while he stood aside.

Mu Jiao endured the pain. The wound was not deep, but she still had a few stitches. To be honest, it was very painful. She was just a woman, with delicate skin and tender flesh. Every blow would have red marks, let alone stitches.

He Zihuai saw that there were still light marks on her face, her arm was injured like this again, and her cold eyes were darkened. After the doctor finished bandaging and left, he said sarcastically: "I didn't expect you to come here like this for the past three years. Now, I thought you were enjoying some kind of happiness when you married He Yankai."

(End of this chapter)