Chapter 282

"Then find a knife that the mentally retarded think is easy to find."

Qiao Jinhuai

Looking at Mo Beiting's attitude, Qiao Jinhuai said to Chen Baimo, "third brother, Baimo's legs are already like this. You can't even chop Shen Yiqiao's legs now. It's better to give some actual compensation. She can't dance and do other jobs in the future. Life security is the most important thing."

Chen Baimo's eyes were slightly red, and he looked up at him, "do you think I should just let it go? I can't do other jobs, but I'll work as a salesman and secretary, three or four thousand a month. I don't want to live on the pity and help of a man. "

She looked at Yiqiao, who had turned around and looked at her with a smile. "How many years is the penalty for deliberately injuring someone? You should know that it's very cheap for me to break her leg, or would she rather go to jail for a few years?"

Mo Beiting stares at her. Her eyes are dark and penetrating.

He took down an empty glass bottle from the infusion stand and raised his hand to hit the corner of the table.

There was a loud bang.

The whole ward was quiet.

Mo Beiting put half of the glass in the palm of Chen Baimo's hand. "If this is what you want, I'll compensate you. That's it."

Qiao Jinhuai: "third brother."

Chen Baimo's body trembled violently. She held the sharp broken glass bottle and looked at Mo Beiting's raised leg. "What do you mean?"

Her eyes were staring at him: "Mo Beiting, are you going to compensate me for Shen Yiqiao's leg?"

The man's lips were curled and his smile spread on his handsome face. It was a bit of a frivolous radian. In the light of the ward, it was a bit dazzling. "When I married her, I knew that she was not a fuel-efficient lamp. She would make a lot of mess for me. Since I decided to marry her at that time, I would bear it naturally. I can't let a woman suffer."

Besides laughing, Chen Baimo couldn't think of a suitable expression to deal with his words.

He took the responsibility for her.

What a responsible man.

"I'll pay for her leg this time, but will I pay for her life next time?"

"No," Mo Beiting said silently for a few seconds, "she's sick. The judge will handle it at his discretion. Maybe she'll just close the mental hospital."

He's still angry, so his words are very bad.

Yi Qiao's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether he was moved or angry. "Mo Beiting, who asked you to compensate for me? I'll take care of what I did. I'll turn myself in. How can I be sentenced? I'll just be in prison for a few years. Shen Yi Qiao can afford it."

She opened the door of the ward.

Mo Beiting turned his head and yelled at her fiercely: "stop the hell for me."

Yi Qiao bites his lips heavily, and his mouth is full of bloody smell. The green veins on the back of his hand holding the doorknob are protruding.

At the moment, she was in complete confusion.

She would rather Mo Beiting didn't interfere and let things go. No matter she went to jail or broke her leg, pain was better than guilt.

Besides, she still loves this man.

Mo Beiting lowered his voice, "if you can afford it, I can't afford it. If you go to jail, I'll wait for you for several years. I'm already in a panic. If you go to jail again, I'm not going to give up."

Yi Joe understood.

Qiao Jinhuai also understood.

Naturally, Chen Baimo knows.

Women in this respect, there is always amazing talent!

Her eyes were full of blood hatred. She held the broken glass bottle tightly in her hand and stabbed Mo Beiting: "then you go to die."

The glass bottle was not tied on Mo Beiting's leg, but on his chest. The red sticky blood immediately overflowed from the wound and soaked his clothes red.

"Third brother."

"Mo Beiting."

Yi Qiao runs past, haven't touched Mo Beiting's body, was brushed by him behind.

Qiao Jinhuai pulled away his coat——

Mo Beiting was wearing a suit, and the woman's strength was small. Besides, Chen Baimo was still injured, so the angle and strength were not the best.

So, it's just skin trauma.

Just two stitches.

The man stood up straight and looked at Chen Baimo shaking into a ball. His voice was calm and indifferent, without ups and downs? If not, you can prick it a few more times and stab it two inches if you are seriously injured. If you want me to die, you have to be four inches on the safe side. "

"Pa".

The broken glass bottle stained with blood slipped from Chen Baimo's palm and fell to the ground, becoming several pieces!

She seemed to be drained of all her strength, lying on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling above her head, "roll."