Chapter Ninety-Nine: Probably because I can't put it down
Red, red, piercing red.
Blood kept gushing out of the place where the white shirt was pierced by the knife, and it instantly dyed red, like a plum blooming in the snow.
The smell of blood was thick and disgusting in the air.
"Ahh
The man spat blood from his mouth and slowly collapsed in a pool of blood......
Zhu Wuwu suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that the scene just now was just her imagination.
She didn't know how Mo Sihan found out that she had secretly hidden the fruit knife, she was just shocked that Mo Sihan's amazing observation and sense of crisis were stronger than ordinary people.
Zhu Wuwu held the knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was aimed at his wrist vein.
Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest, and she trembled uncontrollably because of nervousness, and the knife in her hand was almost unable to hold.
This is clearly not the outcome she wants.
In a hurry just now, when she saw that he was leaving, she pretended to cut her wrists.
The moment she said it, she already regretted it.
How could Mo Sihan care about her life or death?
If she cuts her wrists in front of him, he may still gloat, and watch it with relish on the sidelines like watching a play.
The corners of Mo Sihan's mouth twitched, and he wrote lightly: "I advise you to put the knife down, it is not a wise move to hurt others or harm yourself, unless you have prepared for the worst." β
There is no precedent for a lion to be afraid of a rabbit, no matter how fierce the rabbit is.
The matter has come to this, and Zhu Wuwu has no choice but to act to the end: "I want to leave here!" β
"Come back to me, and I'll promise you." Moth glanced at her coldly.
Zhu Wuwu was indignant: "Mo Sihan, you asked me to return to your side just to satisfy your perverted possessiveness and paranoia. Do you hate me that much? How do you want to toss me to death? I thought our grudge had been settled. β
Mo Sihan didn't have a superfluous expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "The reason why I want to renew my old relationship with you is entirely because you are the mother of Xiaoqingtuan. β
"It's a good excuse, but it doesn't convince me. There are more divorced couples in this world, but there are very few who rebuild their old relationship, do you know why? β
"Why?"
"Because people's hearts are made of porcelain, it doesn't matter if you accidentally leave some scratches on them, but you can't break them directly. Once it falls on the ground and becomes slag, there are always a few pieces that cannot be picked up. β
"I'm going to try to make up for the mistakes I've made." Mo Sihan's eyes were very determined.
Zhu Wuwu sneered: "Wrong is wrong, and it can never be made up." β
Mo Sihan's eyebrows were stained with coldness: "Then until you no longer disobey me, you don't want to leave this island." β
"I'm swimming, and I have to swim back." I wish you no worries.
Mo Si smiled coldly and sneered at her: "Courage is commendable, but I'm sorry to tell you that there are sharks in this sea." If you don't want to die in the belly of a fish, I advise you not to take this risk. β
After a while, Zhu Wuwu took a deep breath and asked him, "What if I promise you not to get the certificate with Lin Yunlang?" β
"Such a compromise is useless, coming back to be my woman is the only way to solve it." Mo Sihan insisted.
Dog men can't understand human speech, right? It's simply impossible to communicate with it properly.
Zhu Wuwu was very angry in his heart: "Then what about your white moonlight?" β
Mo Sihan's brows furrowed sharply: "I just like her spiritually, and I don't have that kind of thought." β
Su Lan rescued Mo Sihan and accompanied him through the low tide of his life, and the two got along very naturally.
But whatever Su Lan wanted, Mo Sihan tried his best to satisfy her.
The only thing Mo Sihan couldn't make up for was that he couldn't do what an intimate man and woman should do with Su Lan.
During Mo Sihan's formative years, his parents' discord and the presence of his father and mistress many times made him hate men and women.
Before his "hidden wife" appeared, it was rumored that Mo Sihan had a problem with his sexual orientation, and it wasn't until Zhu Wuwu appeared that he knew that he was normal in that regard.
But alas, it's only that exception - no worries.
"Don't you think your words are ridiculous?" I wish you no worries asked.
Mo Sihan replied: "No matter what you think, I only admit that I have had a mental cheating, and I have never touched any other woman except you." β
The corners of Zhu Wuwu's mouth pursed a hint of sneer: "That's your problem, if you are sick, go to the hospital to find a doctor." β
Mo Sihan's strange illness is really a great misfortune for Zhu Wuwu.
Her taunt poked into Mo Sihan's heart, and Mo Sihan laughed angrily: "I'll just look for you." β
It wasn't enough to use her as a fertility tool before, but now she is really a girl who has sex for him to vent his desires in bed?
At this moment, Zhu Wuwu's anger reached the extreme, and the power of the desolation in his body was like a volcanic eruption, and he could no longer live.
"Bastard!"
Zhu Wuwu's pupils, who were dominated by anger, shrank his pupils, raised his knife and stabbed at Mo Sihan's chest.
Mo Sihan, who had already taken precautions, grabbed her wrist without waiting for the knife to touch, and said sarcastically: "I wish you no worries, you are really dead." β
There was something in Mo Sihan's words.
Zhu Wuwu once hurt him with scissors, and his hand hurt for more than half a month.
When this woman was ruthless, Mo Sihan was shocked, and the fire in Xishan Villa was the best proof of this.
Zhu Wuwu used his strength to fight him, and a deep moan overflowed from his throat: "Mo Sihan, I fought with you." β
Mo Sihan deepened the strength in his hand, and the sharp pain in his wrist came, and Zhu Wuwu snorted, and the knife in his hand refused to let go.
A dense layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead, but she was like a trapped beast fighting, dying and struggling.
The difference in strength between men and women, let alone killing, she can't do anything in this situation.
His wrist seemed to be crushed, and he closed his eyes without worry, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
Mo Sihan rebuked loudly: "Stupid woman, don't let go yet!" β
Zhu Wuwu gritted his teeth and choked up: "Don't let go." β
After a stalemate for several minutes, the knife in Zhu Wuwu's hand was snatched away and thrown on the ground.
"Bang dang!"
The next moment, Mo Sihan directly pushed her against the wall, not giving her the slightest room to resist.
Zhu Wuwu bit his lower lip, his eyes were red, and his eyes were still full of hatred.
Mo Sihan looked at the woman who was close at a distance.
The style of painting is very strange, the woman is not wearing an inch, and the tears are in her eyes, which is quite a taste of pity for me.
Inadvertently, the two of them breathed closely, and the fresh aroma hit the tip of their noses.
Mo Sihan looked downward, and a cold sarcastic smile spread to his lips: "Compared to the knife in your hand, don't you think the knife on the man's body is more threatening?" β
At this time, he still has the heart to talk about dirty meat jokes?
Zhu Wuwu gritted his teeth and repeated his previous words: "Mo Sihan, you also have some ability to bully women." β
I have to say that this sentence is still lethal to Mo Sihan.
Mo Sihan's dark eyes glowed with a cold light, and he forcibly suppressed his anger: "I'll go and ask someone to get you clothes." β
The back of the striding meteor left, and before leaving, he deliberately took away the fruit knife that fell on the ground.
Probably Mo Sihan was afraid that she would really do something stupid.
After the door was closed again, Mo Sihan's face was solemn, and his black eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.
I'm afraid even he doesn't know how sincere he is to her, how possessive he is, and how much revenge is left?
When he heard that she was going to threaten him with a slit-off wrist, he could have walked away.
But at that moment, the heart suddenly jumped to his throat, and he felt it clearly, but on the surface he was still unfazed.
What is the reason for a man to pester a woman endlessly?
Probably because I couldn't let go of that woman.
Realizing this, Mo Sihan's face was painful, and it was as if there were two forces in his heart that had been fighting non-stop, and both sides were deadlocked.
One said, since he loves her, admit it. The other said, how could I possibly love her?
The mobile phone screen rang, and Mo Sihan picked up the phone: "Hey! β
"Mr. Mo, the matter is done."
"Okay, got it."
Mo Sihan knew that Lin Yunlang couldn't get through to Zhu Wuwu's phone, and he didn't wait for Zhu Wuwu at the Civil Affairs Bureau, he would definitely take action.
Fortunately, he has already released the bait.
Usually at this time, Mo Sihan's mind is dark and full of calculations.
Not long after, the maid knocked on the door and brought a few sets of clothes, and Zhu Wuwu put on his clothes and pushed the door open and walked out.
In the open space, the eye-catching helicopter propeller was spinning at high speed, and then slowly rose into the air.
High in the sky, Mo Sihan looked down at the small figure underground, and coldly ordered: "Let's go." β
"Okay, Mr. Mo." Sitting in the driver's seat and flying the plane is Yan Qing, who has a pilot license.
"Stop! Stop! Zhu Wuwu ran out of breath and waved at the helicopter.
Until the helicopter above his head left Zhu Wuwu's sight, Zhu Wuwu's shouting did not stop.
The maid reminded softly: "Miss Lin, let's go to the restaurant to eat." Mr. Mo told us to take good care of you when he was away. β
Zhu Wuwu frowned: "Did he say when he would come again?" β
"I don't know this very well, Miss Lin." The maid apologized.
Zhu Wuwu let out a long sigh and got up to go to the restaurant to eat.
Take things as they come.
After she has eaten and drunk enough, she has to think about what she should do next.
Zhu Wuwu recalled that he used a hunger strike to fight against Mo Sihan before, and felt that she was too naΓ―ve and naΓ―ve at that time.
At all times, it is futile and dangerous to underestimate the sinister and indifference of human nature.
Jiangcheng
Since he didn't wait at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau to wait for Zhu Wuwu and couldn't contact her, Lin Yunlang's heart has been hanging.
He tried a lot of things, but there were no clues.
It wasn't until the bits and pieces of clues were gradually discovered, and finally put together a complete puzzle, that Lin Yunlang gave up searching.
These clues all show that the reason why Zhu Wuwu didn't show up was nothing more than to avoid him.
It turns out that just a verbal promise is really not safe, people's hearts are changeable, and women's hearts are even worse.
The nerves on both sides of Lin Yunlang's head protruded, and the pain made it difficult for him to sleep and eat, and only by seeing wine to dispel his sorrows could he alleviate it.
He told himself to be drunk today, and tomorrow he would pick himself up again.
It's a pity that this kind of day after day has been repeated for many days in a row.
Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.
That's it.