Chapter 440

Dongfang Yuqiong's hands don't know when more than a fruit knife, now the fruit knife all didn't enter Yang Lihe's belly.

The blue and white clothes were dyed red, the blood flowed down, and the white sheets were dyed red.

The same red or Oriental Yu Qiong's eyes, but in the moment to see the red blood, the whole person scared.

"You said you didn't like him, you said you didn't like him." She looked at Yang Lihe and repeated this sentence stupidly, without any focus.

Yang Lihe looked down at his stabbed belly. Pain, of course, is painful, no words. But it's more about hate and anger.

Exert the whole body's strength, the long leg toward the face of the East Yu Qiong didn't hesitate of kicked past.

At this moment, Yang Lihe didn't have any sympathy and pity, and also meant to kill her.

Dongfang Yuqiong a rotation, head toward the back of the wall "Dong" hit, and then sit on the ground.

Yang Lihe only felt that his whole body had collapsed, and then his eyes turned black and fainted.

Before fainting, she seemed to see Mo Junbo's handsome face of mutual indignation, which was raising a faint smile at her.

"My father happened to be in Z city these two days. Would you like to go with me?"

That's what he asked that day, right?

This means, take her to see her parents, make a relationship!

How could she have been stupid enough to refuse?

Yang Lihe, you are so stupid.

At this moment, Yang Lihe regretted that he had not promised to see his parents that day. Now, even if she wants to see her, there's no chance.

Why are you so unwilling?

"Yang Lihe! Yang Lihe Mu Qiao min loudly urgent call, can't take care of oneself that dislocated wrist place spread of pain, a face is anxious, scorch dry and full of all is worry.

With a click, he connected his dislocated wrist and looked at the red blood stains. The small fruit knife stabbed Yang Lihe's abdomen. It was so frightening and dazzling.

On the other side, Dongfang Yuqiong was sitting on the ground. Although her head was almost knocked away, she didn't faint. Her eyes powerless looking at Mu Qiao min, the corner of the lip evokes a strange smile.

"Dongfang Yuqiong, are you crazy?" Muqiaomin yelled at her.

Dongfang Yuqiong doesn't speak, just looks at her with a strange smile.

Mu Qiao min this time, the brain is a chaos, has completely not disturbed.

Yang Lihe, Yang Lihe. His mind is full of Yang Lihe.

Yang Lihe, you can't have an accident. If something happens to you, brother Mo can't spare me.

Yes, brother Mo, Junbo mo.

Muqiaomin takes out his mobile phone and calls Mo Junbo. However, as soon as he pressed two numbers, he denied the idea.

No, no! Absolutely can't find Mo Jun Bo, if so, Oriental Yu Qiong is dead. How can Mo Junbo tolerate people who hurt his women?

He can't let Dongfang Yuqiong have an accident. No, absolutely not.

Thinking of this, he dialed another number. Before waiting for the person on the other side to speak, he said in a hurry, "you prepare the equipment. I'll be there in 20 minutes. I want the best. "

Then he hung up decisively.

A help up the East Yu Qiong on the ground, "follow me."

Dongfang Yuqiong wants to get rid of it. Muqiao min cuts it hard. "Dongfang Yuqiong, if you don't want to die, you can follow me."

Dongfang Yuqiong doesn't speak any more. She just looks at him with complicated eyes and bites her lower lip heavily.

Muqiaomin takes out a nightgown from the wardrobe, wraps Yang Lihe, holds her and strides to the door.

Dongfang Yuqiong followed him without saying a word. She hung her head and shook her body, which was enough to see how serious the collision was.

Out of the elevator, muqiaomin stopped the car and the taxi stopped in front of him.

But Dongfang Yuqiong suddenly turned around and ran away.

"Dongfang Yuqiong! Come back to me Muqiaomin cried out, and then Dongfang Yuqiong didn't even look back, and disappeared in his sight.

Mu Qiao min looks at Yang Lihe, who has a pale face. At this time, he naturally doesn't care about Dongfang Yuqiong.

After giving the driver an address, he gritted his teeth and left.

At this time, the most important thing is to keep Yang Lihe's life and never let her have an accident. As for Dongfang Yuqiong, we can only talk about it later.

As long as Yang Lihe doesn't wake up and get in touch with Mo Junbo, Mo Junbo won't know what happened to her. Dongfang Yuqiong is safe for the time being. When he hands Yang Lihe over to Qiao Yu, he must have a way to let her be OK. He went to find Dongfang Yuqiong.

Twenty five minutes later, the taxi stopped at the door of a villa. Muqiaomin gets off with Yang Lihe in his arms.

"You haven't paid yet, sir." The driver stopped muqiaomin.

"Wait." Mu Qiao min head also didn't return of throw to him two words, stride to walk toward inside."Master mu." A middle-aged man called muqiaomin respectfully.

"Well." Muqiaomin answered and said in a deep voice, "give the money to the driver."

When Joe wanted to see Yang Lihe, he twisted his brow.

Blood had oozed out of the robe, and his face was as white as paper.

"Muqiaomin, is your taste so strong? How can you make people look like this in bed! Don't come to me, I can't help you! " Joe wants to look at him without expression.

This is a graceful young master, dressed in white casual clothes, just like a gentle scholar in the painting. There was a tired smell of books all over.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. I don't have that preference." Muqiaomin looked at him with a serious face and said, "it's not what you think, it's a bit complicated. Anyway, she can't be OK. I gave her to you. I have something else to do

With that, he put Yang Lihe in his arms and turned to leave.

Qiao Yu's brow twisted once more, coldly called Mu Qiao min, "are you not afraid that I killed her?"

Muqiaomin stopped and turned around, looking at him like an entreaty, "I beg you, I owe you a favor. I really have something important to do and I have to leave. "

Joe wants to be silent of double eyes direct at him, cool of say, "do you plan to go out like this ghost?"? First, take a shower and change your clothes. "

Muqiaomin looked down at his clothes. His robe was covered with blood stains, and he didn't look like a person.

"Thank you." After losing these two words to Joe, he turned and walked towards a room.

Joe wants to hold Yang Lihe, looking at the face that is whiter than paper and the clothes that are scarlet. The right hand is still covered with gauze, but it is all red, not a little white. It's on the forehead, it's on the face.

How much abuse does it have to be?

She twisted her eyebrows and walked towards the stairs with her in her arms.