Chapter 2293

Seeing the bright red blood in Mo Lingwei's hands, Xiu'er was irritated, pulled her hair with both hands, and screamed desperately.

The guards had already clamped Mrs. Feng's wrist, forcing her to let go of the dagger in her hand, and forced her and the injured He Jingshu to the door...

Faced with such a thrilling scene, the servant was almost out of his wits with fright.

Xiu'er screamed louder and louder. He closed his eyes tightly, tore his hair frantically, covered his ears, and beat his head, as if he wanted to squeeze something out of his mind.

Her small body trembled like chaff, her expression frightened and fearful, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

The whole body was tense, and the whole person was on alert after the attack.

Mo Lingwei didn't care about the injured palm and the stains on her body, hugged Xiu'er tightly, tried to control the child's hands, and shouted his name in Xiu'er's ear hoarsely: "Xiu'er, I am aunt, I am aunt Ah, Mo Chenyue, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mo Chenyue!!"

The child seemed to be in a nightmare, and he couldn't seem to hear what Mo Lingwei said.

Mo's hair was torn off by him in strands. He was very strong, and he tried his best to resist Mo Lingwei's restraint on him. His voice was hoarse, and his fair face turned from red to purple.

Looking at Xiu'er's appearance, Mo Lingwei felt so distressed that she wished she could suffer all these sufferings for him at this very moment.

Her tears were falling down desperately. If she knew that things would develop like this, she shouldn't have let Mrs. Feng and He Jingshu in in the first place, and she wouldn't be able to hold back her temper and talk to Mrs. Feng quickly.

It was nothing more than being humiliated by Mrs. Feng, why did she let Xiu'er be so stimulated for those useless dignity?

Mo Lingwei's hand moved up along Xiu'er's back, paused for a moment on the acupuncture point on the back of his neck, raised her hand to strike down, and the knife landed on the child's neck, knocking out Xiu'er, who was crazy about self-mutilation .

The child fell softly into her arms, and the baby's fat little face was still stained with tears, his black hair was messed up by his scratching, and there were blood marks on his face from being scratched by his nails.

She looked weak and pitiful, and she was a completely different person from the child who had gone berserk just now.

The servant ran over twisting the medicine box, "Young Madam, your hand..."

The guard didn't know what to do, "Young Madam, I have already sent someone to invite the Young Marshal, Mr. Gu, and Master Yichen."

Every time something goes wrong, only these three people are their backbone.

The incident happened suddenly, everyone was injured, and they didn't know what to do.

Mo Lingwei picked up Xiu'er in her arms, went upstairs and went to the bedroom.

She wiped off the blood on the palm of her hand, treated the wound on her palm briefly, took off the dirty skirt and threw it aside, poured warm water over, knelt down on the edge of the bed, and wiped Xiu'er's body carefully sweat and blood.

She kept changing Xiu'er's clothes, wiped off the hot sweat for Xiu'er, cleaned up the wound on her face, cut her nails, and re-combed her hair. Seeing that Xiu'er seemed to be asleep, Mo Lingwei was worried. He probed Xiu'er's breath with his fingers.

The child's breathing was short and weak, and Mo Lingwei only felt physically and mentally exhausted, and the fear at that moment when the crisis happened was only now overwhelmingly attacking her.

If she didn't have time to hold the blade, if Mrs. Feng killed Xiu'er by mistake in a fit of anger, what would she do?

what will she do

Her thin body was shaking violently, and she couldn't even cry.

She would blame Feng Shaojin for all her anger, make the Feng family restless, and choose to die with Feng Shaojin regardless of the consequences...