The strength of this slap was very strong, with Mo Chenhui's endless anger, not to mention whether he had done that unhumane thing or not, but no matter how much he hated Ye Hao, he should never invite the killer to his doorstep.

Mo Ziming didn't expect his uncle to suddenly slap him, he was defenseless at all, his head was buzzed by this slap, and his face stabbed like a pinprick.

He covered his face with one hand, looked at Mo Chenhui with fire, and then remembered that when his grandfather was in the garden on his birthday, the old man also slapped himself like this.

Mo Ziming roared: "Are you all crazy? What kind of thing is he Ye Hao? You all regard him as a god, and if I kill him today, who can help me? ”

Looking at Mo Ziming's hysterical and crazy appearance, Mo Chenhui gritted his teeth with hatred: "Bastard, you shut up for me!" ”

Syllable!

Another slap fell on Mo Ziming's face, and the second slap directly knocked out the corners of Mo Ziming's mouth with blood, and also blinded him.

"Do you think that if you become the chairman of the Moshi Group, you will be invincible in the world? You're ignorant, stupid, and you're a frog at the bottom of a well! Mo Chenhui pointed at Mo Ziming and roared excitedly, his face hideous, and his saliva spurted wildly.

Mo Ziming covered his face, letting the blood from the corners of his mouth flow down, he stared at Mo Chenhui with a gloomy face, and suddenly sneered: "I'm a frog at the bottom of the well, I'm ignorant, I'm a fool, okay, tell me, what is the origin of this Ye Hao?" What's more, is he a royal relative or a national relative? ”

Hearing this, Mo Chenhui took a deep breath, waved his hand and said, "I can't tell you who he is, but I warn you, don't mess with Ye Hao, start today!" Otherwise, don't blame my uncle for being unkind to you! ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Chenhui seemed to hear something, and hurriedly said coldly to Mo Ziming: "You go and call Professor Qian over to Ye Hao to check on it immediately, you better pray that he won't die in our Mo family." ”

"Hmph, I'm sorry, Professor Qian took leave to go back to his hometown today, and now there is no doctor at home." Mo Ziming sneered hideously, then turned around and ran outside.

"You...... What a bastard! Mo Chenhui was obviously annoyed by Mo Ziming's attitude, gritted his teeth and stomped hard.

"Dad, you can rest early, I'll go to the back to see Ye Hao." Mo Chenhui said and turned around to leave.

At this time, Mo Wunan raised his head and shouted, "Chenhui, you come with me first." ”

At this time, Mo Wu Nan's face became very sad, his body trembled when he stood up, and when he stepped down the steps, his right foot stepped into the air, and his body fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, Mo Chenhui was shocked, and immediately rushed over to support Mo Wunan with an arrow, and said urgently: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Iniquity, iniquity!" Mo Wunan suddenly seemed to be a different person, grabbed Mo Chenhui's hand and cried bitterly.

Seeing Mo Wunan crying sadly, Mo Chenhui was also puzzled: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" ”

Mo Wunan didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the room on the right, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped, lowered his head and cried even more.

Mo Chenhui has never seen his father cry so sadly, even at the memorial service of his second brother, he didn't see his old father crying!

When Mo Wunan sobbed and pushed the door open, Mo Chenhui raised his eyes and saw a young man in a white sportswear standing in front of the desk in the room inside, but with his back to him.

Looking at the back, Mo Chenhui felt a little familiar.

At this time, the man in the white suit turned around, he was still holding a "Zeng Guofan's Family Book" in his hand, and then looked at Mo Chenhui, with a chuckle on his face: "Uncle! ”

Seeing the people inside, Mo Chenhui's eyes widened, and he didn't react for half a sound, he couldn't believe it, glanced at the old man, and walked into the room quickly: "Zi, Zibai?" You, are you really Zibai? ”

Mo Zibai nodded, put down the book in his hand, and nodded heavily towards Mo Chenhui: "Uncle, I am Mo Zibai, just like a fake." ”

Mo Wu Nan in the back closed the door, then stepped forward, wiped a handful of tears and said: "Chenhui, Ye Hao is right, Minghui, Minghui was indeed killed by Zi Mingmai!" ”

"Ahh Mo Chenhui's eyes widened, and his head hadn't turned around yet.

I saw the smile on Mo Zibai's face gradually disappearing, and then he reached out and picked up a white long piece of iron on the table, and said to Mo Chenhui: "This piece of iron is the evidence that Mo Ziming personally inserted it into my chest on the day my father and I had a car accident. If it weren't for Mr. Ye, I, Mo Zibai, would have left with my father! ”

On the other side, in Lao Yan's room in the small courtyard, two men in uniform with guns were standing guard at the door, inside Lao Yan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and Ye Hao, who was lying on the bed, sprinkled white medicine powder to stop bleeding on his back.

Before he learned to be a chef, he studied medicine with an old man in the countryside for two years, and then caught up with the tide, so he followed a few fellow villagers to the south to work hard, and some of the medical skills he learned were not useful.

At this time, he applied medicine powder to Ye Hao with a little rusty movements, and then simply bandaged the wound with a strip of cloth, looking at the sheets that had been stained red with blood, he was tired and sweating profusely, got up and said to Mo Ziyun who was in a trance: "Miss, Mr. Ye can't do this, hurry up and send it to a big hospital." ”

Mo Ziyun was very hesitant, but Ye Hao had said before that she didn't have to go to the hospital, so she didn't know what to do at this time? If you want to wait for Yang Haiming and them to come over, it will take at least more than three hours.

At this moment, Ye Hao, who was lying on the bed, made a weak voice: "Cold, good, so cold." ”

This was the first time that Ye Hao had been injured so badly, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss at this time, and he couldn't feel the slightest bit of the heat in his body.

He didn't know if he was exhausted or if he was about to die, but he felt the endless cold rushing into his body from all directions.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyun immediately lifted the quilt from the side and wrapped it tightly around Ye Hao, then squatted on the side of the bed, looked at Ye Hao's pale face with a sad face, tears flowed down again, she couldn't help it, raised her hand and gently brushed his cheek, and said sadly: "Ye Hao, you have to hold on, you must hold on." ”

"It's cold, it's cold." Ye Hao's consciousness was blurred, and his eyes were still full of pain with his eyes closed.

Mo Ziyun raised his hand to grab his big hand, but he felt a coldness. She paused, turned her head to Lao Yan, who was standing next to her and was secretly anxious, and said, "Lao Yan, you go out and help me guard the door, don't come in." ”

"Huh? Oh, oh good. Lao Yan didn't know what Mo Ziyun was going to do, and he didn't have much of an opinion at this time, so he quickly turned around and walked out, closing the door by the way.

Mo Ziyun stood up and looked at Ye Hao, who was lying on the bed in a coma, a hint of ruddy flashed on her face, she bit her lip, and slowly raised her hand to unbutton her blouse......

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PS: Lao Long said ten more in his testimonial on the shelves before, and it was two days after it was put on the shelves, brothers should see it clearly. Lao Long didn't save the manuscript, he wrote it all now, and he couldn't write it even if he tried his best for ten more days a day. In addition, when I saw another friend who wrote a book, there were several helmsmen, and the old dragon was envious and jealous, so he begged his brothers and sisters for a reward!