Chi Wan shakes his body a few times, only to feel a moment of darkness in front of him. He will faint at any time.
"Late, late!"
Wen Mo saw that her face was as pale as paper, and she was so weak that she couldn't think of anything. She ran to her long arm and put her in her arms.
"Er..."
Chi Wan opened her mouth and sent out a vague monosyllabic. The strength of the anesthetic had passed, and the wound pulled. The extreme pain made her unbearable, and the pain fainted in his arms.
Wen Mo's heart is aching, and her hands are shaking.
Mu Yunshen hurt her like this
Wen Qing has replaced Wen Mo at this time, and the pistol is aimed at mu Yunshen's forehead. "Mu Yunshen, it's your luck to die in my hand."
It doesn't matter if you shrug your face
This is tantamount to provocative appearance, stimulating the violent factor in Wen Qing's body.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised a bloodthirsty radian and opened the safety bolt.
Suddenly, Wen Mo said, "let him go."
"Boss?" Wen Qing looked in shock.
Wen Mo came over with Chi Wan in his arms and took a cold look at Mu Yun. He didn't explain much.
Mu Yunshen sneered, with a "sure" look on his face.
Although he and Wen Mo have different personalities, they can still find similarities in some aspects.
For example, they are not satisfied, just want each other's life.
"Muyunshen, I won't kill you this time." He did not turn back to the outside, voice as cold as a knife, "I will let you look at yourself with nothing."!
Wen Qing reluctantly took back her sight and looked at Mu Yun for a long time. Finally, she gritted her teeth to keep up with Wen Mo and strode away.
Mu Yunshen sits down in a mess, leans on the sofa, looks at Wen Mo's back, and then raises his hand to touch his broken ribs, tut.
"It's hard enough."
He vomited out the blood oozing from his mouth, lit a cigarette, finished smoking, and then loosened his tie, but the smile on his face slowly converged.
Because he thought of being carried away by Wenmo.
This time, he was really worried.
Mingming can kill Wenmo and get her completely, but feelings are really out of control.
Before he did not understand, he felt conceited that his self-control can suppress all impulses and desires, but reality hit him hard in the face and brought him regret.
He took out his cell phone and made a few calls.
Time doesn't wait. Wenmo should take action soon.
He doesn't have time to think too much and has to get everything ready as soon as possible.
……
Wenmo returns to the bamboo garden with tardiness in his arms. Peter has been waiting there since he received the notice.
He gave Chi Wan a check-up, hung up the nutrient solution, and his face was a little dignified.
"Er Shao, your little wife has suffered a great crime this time."
Wen Mo holds her hand and her eyes are cloudy.
"When she wakes up, you must not stimulate her." Peter gave a detailed instruction on the precautions, and then said, "she must calm down to recover. If the effect is good, she should be able to return to normal in two or three months."
"So long?" He frowned at the silence.
Peter said, "I can't help it. Otherwise, I'll leave some problems when I speak. The first half month is the hardest. You can have more snacks."
Wen Mo nodded. He had already kept his doctor's advice in mind.
He sat in front of the bed, holding his cold left hand in both hands, and his cold lips clinging to the back of her hand.