Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 775 Mingcheng Qinghuan (9)

  The more Kang Mingcheng cared about Mo Qinghuan, the angrier Jiang Xue became, and she glared at him with cruel eyes, "You love her so much? She hurt you so badly, and you still want to marry her!"

   "I only love her in my life." Kang Mingcheng replied without any hesitation, "She has never harmed me, Jiang Xue, don't make mistakes again and again."

   "You only love her?" Jiang Xue couldn't help but sneered, and asked unwillingly: "What about me? What am I? Have you ever loved me? Even just a little bit!"

  When Kang Mingcheng looked at her, his worried eyes became a little colder and indifferent, "I told you at the beginning that I would not love you."

  He can be with her and be nice to her, but not love her.

   It was Jiang Xue who insisted on being with him, saying that she didn't care, as long as she could be with him, she didn't care about anything, but now she cares about whether she loves her or not.

"You don't love me... So you really never loved me." Jiang Xue understood what he said, tears rolled down unexpectedly, because the emotional blade on Mo Qinghuan's neck cut the skin sharply, Beads of blood rolled down, causing Kang Mingcheng's eyes to turn red.

   "Why? I love you so much, why can't you love me? Why do you love this old woman!"

old woman?

Mo Qinghuan didn't even frown when her skin was cut, but she couldn't help frowning when she heard these three words, "Jiang Xue, you call me every old woman, but aren't you young yourself? You're going to be thirty years old, do you think you won't grow old?"

  Jiang Xue couldn't hear her, and scolded: "Shut up."

   "You're going to kill me anyway, so I'll just say it out loud today."

Mo Qinghuan ignored her warning, and said clearly in a cold voice, "You said you look good, and I heard that you still teach dancing. Do you have any kind of man you want to find in the future? You have to hang yourself here in Kangming City." An old tree? Don't talk to me about love, love is harder to meet than ghosts, so what if you do?"

"I fell in love with him in college, but in the end we still lost in front of reality, but are we going to die or live? He continues to struggle in his life, and I have to succumb to the honor of the family, even if in this life we ​​are both Without being together, we didn't die or live for each other, because in our life values, love has never been the reason to live."

   "If he doesn't love you, it's the end of the world? Could it be that you can't live without love? You don't have your own work, family and friends, and you don't have your own things to do?"

"The thing on the top of your neck is called your brain. Use it to think about it. Your parents have worked so hard to raise you. They love you so much and are willing to give everything for you. But now you want it for a man who doesn't love you." Kill people and go to jail, and then let them be ashamed and unable to lift their heads for the rest of their lives, are you worthy to be their daughter?"

  Mo Qinghuan's series of scolding made Jiang Xue stunned, unable to refute, especially when her parents were mentioned, her eyes were obviously shaken.

  Kang Mingcheng took the opportunity to step forward and directly held the blade with his hand.

  The palm was cut, and a large amount of blood flowed out instantly.

  Jiang Xue was startled, but before she could react, Kang Mingcheng had already pulled Mo Qinghuan behind her, while her hand was still tightly gripping the blade and did not let go.

  When Mo Qinghuan saw the blood surging, his pupils trembled, "Kangming City..."

  Jiang Xue also stared blankly at him holding the knife in her hand with her right hand, as if waking up from a dream, tears pouring down like rain.

   "You actually hold the knife with your right hand for her...you actually hold the knife with your right hand..."

  Kang Mingcheng loved painting all his life, even if he didn't become an outstanding painter, he still loved painting.

  The right hand holding the paintbrush is more important to him than his life, and now he is doing nothing to save Mo Qinghuan...

   Regarding this, Kang Mingcheng only said a word lightly and firmly.

   "I can spend the rest of my life without painting, but I can't live without Mo Qinghuan."

  The moment Jiang Xue loosened her grip on the knife, she also let go of her obsession with Kang Mingcheng.

   Squatting on the ground and crying.

  Kang Mingcheng threw the knife far away, turned around and wrapped Mo Qinghuan's shoulder with his clean left hand, lowered his head to comfort, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

  Mo Qinghuan stared straight at his bleeding hand, "Your hand..."

   I don't know if it hurt a blood vessel, but the blood flowed a lot, all over the floor, and it was also on her wedding dress.

  Kang Mingcheng's face was pale, but he forced a smile, "It just looks scary, it's okay, don't worry."

  It is impossible not to alarm the police when things have become like this.

  Jiang Xue was taken to the police station for investigation, while Kang Mingcheng, accompanied by Mo Qinghuan, boarded the ambulance to the hospital.

  The original trip to Lanyueju for dinner was interrupted, and Xu Youyou followed them to the hospital.

  The doctor helped Kang Mingcheng treat the wound.

  Mo Qinghuan asked nervously: "Is his hand seriously injured? He is a painter, will it affect his painting?"

   "The wound was long and deep. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his nerves. Go back and recuperate. It won't affect his painting."

  Mo Qinghuan was visibly relieved when he heard this.

  Kang Mingcheng didn't care much, "It doesn't matter if I can't paint, anyway, I still have a flower garden, at worst, I will grow flowers full-time in the future."

   "Don't talk nonsense." Mo Qinghuan glared at him, but his eyes were full of worry.

  Mo Shenbai rushed over after receiving the call, and two people just came out of the consulting room, but he didn't even look at it, but looked at Xu Youyou nervously, his voice was tense, "Are you okay?"

  Kang Mingcheng, Mo Qinghuan: "..."

  Xu Youyou looked dazed, not understanding why he was so nervous.

   "I'm fine. Didn't I say on the phone that my little aunt was kidnapped."

   "I didn't pay attention to it." Hearing only the word "being held hostage," she was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits on the spot.

  Xu Youyou knew that he was nervous, so she smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

   Mo Shenbai nodded.

  Mo Qinghuan couldn't stand it anymore, coughed lightly, "It's your little uncle who has something to do."

   I really don't have any vision at all. I didn't see the elders hurt, and I didn't know how to say hello.

  Mo Shenbai didn't change his face and said: "My little uncle is injured, my little aunt will naturally take care of it, and the younger generation will be fine."

  Kang Mingcheng saved Mo Qinghuan, but he saved his own wife, so Mo Shenbai wouldn't thank him for it.

  Mo Qinghuan: "..."

  Kang Mingcheng didn't want to ask Mo Shenbai to thank him, as long as someone remembers it in his heart.

   "Today's incident scared you, we will not go there tonight, you will take her back soon."

  Mo Shenbai didn't refuse, "Then I'll take her back first, and I'll visit another day."

  Xu Youyou wanted to say "I'm not scared", but someone took her away without giving her a chance to speak.

  Mo Qinghuan looked at his unpromising appearance, and couldn't help but spit, "Look at him who is nervous, he is the only one who has a wife, and his wife is the only one who is expensive."

  Kang Mingcheng pursed his lips and smiled.

  Mo Qing glared at him happily, "What are you laughing at?"

   "He's nervous, it's not a day or two, what are you angry with him!"

   "Whoever gets angry with him, I can't understand his virtue. It seems that his wife is the most precious in the whole world! Even being a wife slave is not so slave."

  Kang Mingcheng took her hand and whispered: "Everyone has his own baby, he has his, and I have mine."

  (end of this chapter)