Chapter 787

The man's expression instantly became grim, a pair of cold eyes glared at Mu Qingqing, full of hatred, as if she was going to be torn apart.

"You want to die!" The man gnawed his teeth and said in a cruel voice. At the moment, there are big beads of sweat on his forehead, melting into the dark night sky.

Mu Qingqing subconsciously stepped back, but the thick trunk of the tree was dead against the body, unable to move. The man's expression also began to change. He was no longer in order to complete the task, but was completely infuriated by Mu Qingqing's behavior, and his eyes became crazy.

The man picked up the knife and couldn't help but say that he rushed directly at Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing knew that she had no way out. At the moment, there was no place to escape. She was not her opponent. She had to close her eyes and wait for death. But with a man's murmur, Mu Qingqing only felt that his body fell heavily in front of him and made a dull sound.

"Qing Qing..."

Mu Qingqing opened her eyes slowly, but she was scared by the scene in front of her. The man was lying on the ground in front of her, and a sharp dagger was inserted behind her. Probably because the action is too crisp and neat, so there is not too much blood splashing out.

The moment she raised her head, Mu Qingqing felt that she was saved.

"Yan Shu..." Mu Qingqing opened her mouth slowly, but it didn't seem to make a sound. Her eyes were dry enough to cry without tears. Only the choking in her throat still paralyzed the whole body.

Song Yanshu helped Mu Qingqing, who was a little wobbly and unsteady, and carefully checked whether she was hurt. "Are you ok?"

Mu Qingqing shook her head. Before she could speak, her eyes were attracted by the figure of Mo Liancheng. She even felt a shock in her heart, but her eyes were full of precautions.

Mo Liancheng's heart was stabbed, but he was relieved to see that Mu Qingqing was OK.

"Don't come here, don't come here..." Mu Qingqing reaches out his hand to stop moliancheng from getting close to him.

"Qing Qing..."

"Don't come here, son. I won't give it to you. You're dead!" Mu Qingqing's voice trembled and gasped for breath.

"Qing Qing, be careful!" At this time, Mo Liancheng suddenly yelled, the whole person blocked in front of Mu Qingqing, stretched out his hand in the air and grabbed a random. Mu Qingqing didn't see it clearly, but there was a sharp sound of the knife landing in his ear.

Without waiting for Mo Liancheng to attack, several bodyguards have already rushed up from the foot of the mountain. The people who sneak attack in the forest see that there are helpers coming up, and there are many people, so they quickly escape from the forest.

"Chase me, live!" Mo Liancheng sternly ordered that most of the bodyguards of the Mohist family also went into the forest according to the instructions of moliancheng, and the remaining few left to look after them to protect their president and his wife.

One of the bodyguards, sharp eyed, came forward and exclaimed, "Mr. Mo, your finger..."

Mu Qingqing also saw the scene of blood shimmering in front of him. In order to help himself block the flying sharp knife, Mo Liancheng stretched out his hand to block it. However, the strength of the knife was not light, and it was difficult to distinguish the distance and direction in the dark. Therefore, Mo Liancheng was injured and half of his finger was cut off.

"It's OK!" Mo Liancheng casually pulled off a scarf on the bodyguard and bandaged himself at will to stop the blood flow.

Song Yanshu only takes care of Mu Qingqing, and then he notices that Mo Liancheng is seriously injured. Before he can respond, Mu Qingqing gets up and pushes himself directly, and rushes to Mo Liancheng, stumbling in the past.

"Let me see, your hands..." Mu Qingqing did not care so much. She grabbed Mo Liancheng's wrist and saw the blood quickly wet the scarf and seeped out from it.

Mo Liancheng was a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and directly took Mu Qingqing into his arms. His tense mood suddenly burst the dike. At that moment, they all cried.

Song Yanshu still maintained the posture that he had just been pushed away by Mu Qingqing and was half leaning against the foot of a tree. He only felt that the whole person was numb to the point of no consciousness. At countless critical moments, Mo Qingqing's eyes were still only Mo Liancheng. Even though they tortured each other and hurt each other, they could not resist the deepest love in their hearts.

"I'm fine, it doesn't matter!" Mo Liancheng comforts Mu Qingqing, but the pain of severed fingers connects with his heart. Even if he can cheat people on his mouth, he can't deceive people with the sweat from his shaking arm and big big big one on his forehead. He is suffering from severe suffering.

Mo Liancheng is also a man, a man of flesh and blood. No matter how fierce he is, he can't resist such deep pain.

"Why are you so stupid? When have you become so impolite?" Mu Qingqing's voice trembled, the tone has become particularly strange, she endured not to cry, but tears finally burst the bank.

"Fool, I didn't really have a sense of propriety, so I hurt you again and again. So far, I feel that the most appropriate thing I have done is to help you block the knife five minutes ago. If you are injured, I will be uneasy all my life... " Mo Liancheng's voice is weak. In the past, the domineering president's aura has already disappeared. He doesn't mind showing his regret and vulnerability in front of Mu Qingqing.After the event, Mo Liancheng has not remember clearly, the pain constantly invaded his brain, gradually lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, Mu Qingqing was standing not far away from her side. There were seven or eight medical staff around her. All of them had deep eyes, as if they were discussing something terrible.

See Mo Liancheng get up, the nurse just hurried over, try to support him.

"I'm fine..." Mo Liancheng bypasses the nurse's hand and looks at Mu Qingqing. At this time, his hands have been covered with more than ten layers of thick gauze, and a burst of crispy feeling spreads all over the body from the wrist.

"Is there really no way out?" Mu Qingqing looks away from Mo Liancheng and falls on the doctor again.

The doctor shook his head and said helplessly, "there is really no way. If the severed finger is not found within 24 hours, it will be necrotic. Now I can only wait for the wound to heal naturally."

"If you think about it again, we will give you as much as you want!" Mu Qingqing's words are undoubtedly nonsense. If doctors have a way, how can they not do it? Everyone knows that the most important thing in moliancheng is money. But people are like this, always trying to find life in the absolute place, even if it is a little bit of hope.

The doctor patted Mu Qingqing on the shoulder and comforted, "I'm sorry, Mrs. mo. it's not about money."

Mo Liancheng sitting in the hospital bed has never opened his mouth, he has made clear the current situation, his fingers are afraid to be unable to save.