Drifting Towards You

At this moment, Chen Changyi was still kneeling in a daze.

His gaze fell on the dagger in front of him, and he raised his head to look at Dao: "Brother Dao, this is...Is this dagger making me judge myself?"

Chen Changyi didn't understand. After all, Su Xiangming said that he had a big fortune teller and didn't want to kill.

Adao's fingers gently rubbed the teapot in his hand, and his gaze fell on Zhao Xinning slowly and said, "It's not for you to use it yourself."

Chen Changyi was stunned and followed his gaze.

The woman who was so considerate and submissive not long ago looked like a lunatic with a ferocious expression. She fell on the ground, her eyes full of mad hatred, and her cheeks were so red and swollen.

Chen Changyi squinted his eyes and understood what Adao meant.

Adao glanced at him and slowly said, "Clean up, I'm afraid this account won't be easy to finish."

Chen Changyi slowly picked up the dagger in his hand, dragged a lame leg, and approached Zhao Xinning step by step.

Zhao Xinning would come back to her senses, and said with difficulty: "Fei...Fei Ge, what are you doing? What are you going to do?"

Chen Changyi grabbed her hair: "Using Lao Tzu? He almost lost her life! You treat me like an idiot!"

"I don't, I treat you sincerely, Fei, you know that you are my first man." Zhao Xinning's pupils shrank slightly, her scalp had a sharp pain like tearing, almost numb.

Chen Changyi sneered: "True? Truth is worth a shit! You know Mu Beiting's identity and let me die!"

Zhao Xinning squeezed a smile: "It's not..."

Chen Changyi showed the dagger in his hand and approached step by step.

After Mu Beiting hugged Su Xiangwan's car, Su Xiangwan leaned on him, lightly lowering his eyes and getting dizzy.

The whole body hurts terribly.

His chin touched her forehead lightly, and his big hand trembling lightly fell on her swollen cheek, a little uneasy.

"Late night, don't sleep." He called her worriedly.

Even though Rong Chen had determined that she was not in danger, he still couldn't see her face pale and lifeless.

Su Xiangwan didn't respond, he lowered his head and kissed her eyes lightly, and hugged her tightly: "Late night, talk to me, don't sleep."

"En..." Su Xiangwan let out a soft cry.

His face eased a little, and he kept talking to her: "Which hurts?"

"It hurts everywhere..." Su Xiangwan's voice was very dumb, and Mu Beiting wrapped her tightly in his suit jacket.

Mu Beiting's throat was tight, and his eyes were bright and dark, and gloomy.

Su Xiangwan lifted his eyelids laboriously, his vision a little blurred.

Pulling out an ugly smile: "It won't hurt for you to kiss."

He stared at her for a long time before slowly covering her lips.

The corners of her lips were cracked, and there was a smell of blood on his kiss. He was afraid of hurting her. His movements were very light and light, with cherishment.

Su Xiangwan closed his eyes again and didn't have the energy to speak.

Because the western suburbs were far away, Su Xiangwan was sent to the hospital more than 40 minutes later.

The doctor checked her, and checked the wound again, and the conclusion he reached was almost the same as the answer given by Rong Chen.

There was no serious injury, and there was a slight fracture of the shoulder bone.

The injury from the beating on her back was severe, but the bones were fine, but a heavy blow to the cervical spine caused her to fall into a coma.

Not long after, Rong Chen finished the operation on Xiang Yi and came out to take a look at Su Xiangwan's situation.

He took off his gloves and said to Mu Beiting, "Basically all injuries are traumatic. The child is okay. Keep it up. There are two blood stains on the face. Be careful, otherwise it will be easy to leave scars."