Young Master Spoils His Cute Wife

Uncle Shu, who came with his men, was already scared out of his wits. He originally wanted to give the two of them some space to discuss things more clearly. However, he didn't expect that the driver would actually lock the car door.

The continuous torrential downpour caused the water to surge rapidly. By the time the two of them reacted, it was already too late.

They hurriedly ran to the place where the car was parked. Wu Chi, who had been drenched by the rain, suddenly appeared in front of them while holding the unconscious Ning Yan. When Wu Chiang, who was on the verge of collapsing, saw Uncle Shu, he finally could not hold on and fainted.

The indistinct Wu Chiang's ears were surrounded by countless noises. The ambulance was buzzing, and the sound of his high heels on the floor was like a sharp knife scraping against her eardrums.

She seemed to be sinking into a cold lake, her limbs numb and breathing hard.

Ning Yan! Ning Yan! Wu Dai suddenly opened his eyes, like a startled deer, and began to flee in all directions.

"Where's Ning Yan?" How is he? " She grabbed the nurse beside her and bellowed crazily, "Tell me, where is Ning Yan?"

The nurse, who was frightened by her fierce expression, forcefully pulled away and desperately grabbed her fingers: "Are you talking about the mister who was sent over with you? He's still in rescue. "

It's still being rescued, is it that serious? Wu Chiang's nerves were like a taut string on the door. She pulled the needle out of her hand and ran toward the operating room barefooted.

"Miss, you still can't leave, your feet are still bleeding!"

The nurse's voice behind her became so vague that there was only one voice in her mind. She wanted to see Ning Yan, and she wanted to see him standing in front of her unharmed!

Love or hate, dissipate with the rain!

Outside the emergency room stood a bunch of people. Mingjing and Mingliang sat on a bench in the corridor without saying a word.

Wu Chi's feet stepped on the cold floor without making a sound. Like a ghost, she floated to Uncle Shu's side as he stood in the doorway. Her voice was so deep that it sounded like it came from hell.

"Uncle Shu, how is Ning Yan?"

Hearing the sound, when Ming Liangliang saw Wu Chi, she was like an eagle that had been circling in the air for a long time, and when she finally saw her prey, she immediately exploded.

She stood up, grabbing Wu Chi's collar tightly, her eyes almost spitting fire. "You still have the nerve to ask? If it wasn't for you, would Ah Yan be lying here? "You bitch!"

Mingliang was originally taller than Wu Chiang, and now wearing a 10-centimeter high heel shoes, she was even taller than the barefoot Wu Chiang by half a head. She held Wu Chi condescendingly, as if she was holding a sick chicken.

The smell of gunpowder in the air was overwhelming. Ignoring the overbearing Mingliang, Wu Chiang mumbled to himself, "Uncle Shu, how is Ning Yan?"

Mingliang, who was completely enraged by her death-like, undying look, threw her against the wall, raised her hand, and slapped her across the face.

Such a forceful slap, in the empty and quiet corridor, seemed so loud.

Wu Chi covered the numb half of his face with his hands. Tears fell onto the floor, mixing with the blood coming out from her feet. It was unknown if it was because she had shed so much tears or because she had bled so much.

Mingliang seemed to have gone mad. She clutched at Wu Chiang's throat and roared: "Bitch, it's all your fault. Your dad killed Ah Yan's dad, and now you're going to kill him. Why isn't the one lying in there you, why aren't you going to die!"

Wu Chi, who was immersed in grief, exploded in his mind when he heard Mingliang's words. What did her father do to his?

She suddenly jumped up, glared with her terrifyingly big eyes, tightly grabbed onto the crazed Mingliang, and asked: "What did you say? What do you mean my dad killed his dad? "Tell me the f * cking details!"

Mingliang, who was shocked by her sudden piercing gaze, froze for a moment, and then fiercely pressed her down, strangling her neck, "You b * tch, you're still pretending. You and your incarcerated father are really the same thing, both of you are so shameless, go die! "Go and die!"

Wu Chi's consciousness became more and more blurry. Her throat was tightly gripped by Mingliang, and her lungs, which couldn't breathe oxygen, began to twitch. Her chest felt as if a bottle of sulfuric acid was poured on it, and it was so hot that it was as if her entire body was on fire.

So the lack of oxygen was this painful. Ning Yan, did he pass out from this kind of torture?

Wu Chi felt his mind go blank, and his vision became increasingly blurry. Just when she thought she was about to faint, she heard a calm voice.

"Enough."

The suffocating feeling of confinement around her neck slowly disappeared. She was coughing so hard that it seemed as if her lungs were about to burst out.

Ming Jing stood up, faced Wu Chi who was lying on the ground like a pile of trash, and said coldly: "Miss Wu, I have something to tell you. "Come with me."

It was late at night, and the hospital was as deserted as a huge morgue.

The rain had stopped. There was a pile of fallen leaves downstairs, and the billboard hung in the air from the rain, letting out miserable squeaks. It was a desolate and dejected scene, almost exactly the same as the scene in his heart.

"Miss Wu, before I said those words to you, I already knew about your past. I know what's good and what's bad."

Ming Jing stood by the window with her back facing Wu Chiang, looking down at the fallen leaves dancing in the wind.

Wu Chiang admitted that Mingjing was a beautiful woman, and she had an enchanting sense of security, just like now, she would probably want to strangle herself with her own hands, but she was still able to stand there calmly and talk to him like two unrelated old people.

Ming Jing seemed to be talking to herself as she said, "You must be very curious as to why Ah Yan has treated you so differently since I came back."

"I thought he loved you." She sat down on the stairs and leaned against the wall like a rag doll.

"But afterwards, when I saw the way he looked at you and spoke to you in a gentle tone, there was only politeness and politeness. You may be important to him, but I know he doesn't love you at all. "

Mingjing smiled bitterly, "Changming said you're very smart, but he didn't lie."

"Ah Yan and I met when we were studying. His mother was close with my mother, so he has to take care of me."

she said, turning to look at him. "Do you know?" Although he appeared to be such an aloof person, in reality, he valued relationships more than anyone else. That's why he was in such pain after I told him that your father had killed his father. "

Wu Chi let out a horrible, dry laugh as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Her entire body started to tremble, "Impossible, I don't know what kind of person my father is. "Ming Jing, you'd better not speak carelessly."