Chapter 8: I'm Fighting You!
Su Mengyue slapped her cheek hard, and her spirit recovered a little.
And the pain told her that it wasn't a dream at all.
I was arrested by Zhao Jingkun again!
"Zhao Jingkun, I won't ask you for that house anymore, can you let me go?"
Su Mengyue pleaded pitifully.
This time, she really bowed to the powerful.
In the courtyard before, if Xu Tianlong hadn't appeared in time, Su Mengyue would definitely have been ruined by Zhao Jingkun.
Now that she is in the mouth of the tiger again, Su Mengyue not only can't contact Xu Tianlong.
Moreover, in her consciousness, this person must have run away from Jiangnan.
At this moment, Su Mengyue has no other way but to beg Zhao Jingkun bitterly!
"Don't you know? In this Jiangnan City, anything that my Zhao family looks at, it is my Zhao family. ”
"You asked me for the Zhao family's house, you were wrong, why did you let me let you go?"
Zhao Jingkun said in a strange way.
Su Mengyue was angry for a while.
What kind of fallacy is this?
Her mother said that the courtyard house by the moat was left by his father.
Su Mengyue still has the real estate certificate in her hand.
Her mother suddenly fell ill and was in urgent need of medical expenses, so Su Mengyue wanted to sell the house to her mother for a kidney.
As a result, she couldn't trade, so she went to the housing management office to question, and was told that the owner of the house was now surnamed Zhao.
The housing management office also wanted to arrest Su Mengyue in turn, saying that she had stolen other people's real estate.
Su Mengyue couldn't get angry, so she ran to find Zhao Jingkun's theory, and then she was insulted before.
But now, she bowed to the evil forces and took the initiative to give up the property, just wanting to leave in peace.
Zhao Jingkun, the villain, disagreed at all.
Isn't this driving the living to their deaths?
"You brute, you deceive people too much, I'll fight with you!"
Su Mengyue was forced out of her anger and screamed and threw herself at Zhao Jingkun.
However, the two nurses around Zhao Jingkun are not vegetarians.
The two of them were originally members of the Wanlong Society, and they had kung fu in their hands.
The results can be imagined!
Su Mengyue didn't even touch Zhao Jingkun's hair, and was kicked to the ground by one of the nurses.
Before she could get up from the ground, the man stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair.
Duang slammed violently into the steel hospital bed next to him.
Su Mengyue was hit the head, dizzy, screaming in pain, covering her head and rolling on the ground.
"Stand up the bed and tie it to her, Lao Tzu must drive her new car tonight." Zhao Jingkun smiled and commanded the two subordinates.
The two did so, and quickly fixed Su Mengyue on the upright hospital bed.
At this time, Su Mengyue was like a mouse with his limbs chained, just waiting for Zhao Jingkun to stretch out his claws.
However, Zhao Jingkun likes to play with flowers.
He didn't immediately commit violence to Su Mengyue.
Instead, he asked his men to find a potion.
This potion was purchased by Zhao Jingkun from overseas.
No matter what kind of chaste girl is, it only takes a few drops to turn it into a silver baby.
Su Mengyue resisted desperately, but in exchange for a heavy punch from Zhao Jingkun's hand.
This punch hit her abdomen, causing Su Mengyue to feel pain and open her mouth uncontrollably.
The potion was poured in, and Su Mengyue wanted to spit it out, but was gagged by a pair of big hands.
At this point, she was completely desperate.
After Su Mengyue swallowed the potion, Zhao Jingkun's subordinates let go of their palms.
She didn't want to suffocate Su Mengyue.
How could the eldest young master of his own family like a corpse?
"Zhao Jingkun, you brute, I won't let you go."
"If you don't succeed, even if I die, I won't be as you wish!"
Su Mengyue was desperate and decisively chose to bite her tongue and commit suicide.
However, Zhao Jingkun's subordinates were next to him, and he quickly grabbed a slipper and stuffed it into Su Mengyue's mouth.
Her mouth was stuffed with a foreign object, Su Mengyue couldn't bite her tongue, and tears of humiliation poured out.
You can't die!
It's a terrible feeling!
"It's boring to stuff slippers, use Lao Tzu's CK."
Zhao Jingkun laughed.
A nurse's subordinates immediately did so, and by the way, they also took off Zhao Jingkun's hospital gown.
Anyway, Zhao Jingkun wants to drive later, and he won't have to worry about it sooner or later.
At this time, the effect of the medicine in Su Mengyue's body had already begun to attack.
Her consciousness gradually blurred, and her skin began to redden.
Zhao Jingkun can finally taste Fang Ze.
But because of the injury to his calf, he could only approach Su Mengyue with the support of his two subordinates.
"Little Susu, brother is here!"
Zhao Jingkun's smile became more and more hideous.
The only trace of sobriety made Su Mengyue shake her head desperately, and tears of humiliation continued to rage on her face like a river bursting its embankment.
The precious things she had treasured for more than two decades were about to be gone.
"No...... No! Don't come here, help! Help ......"
Su Mengyue made desperate cries for help with difficulty.