To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 86 How to Forgive Without Blame?

It wasn't until Wen Liang was hit on the shoulder with a wooden stick by the other party, and he groaned half-kneeling, that Qiao Mumu came back to his senses and screamed, looked around, picked up a branch at random, and rushed like Wen Liang without hesitation. go up.

Her sudden action caught the other party by surprise.

Wen Liang also took advantage of this gap, grabbed a stick, and swung it heavily towards those people.

"It's still two hot girls, grandma's, grandpa, I have eaten turtles on women!" The leader had a knife on his body, took it from his waist, and went towards Qiao Mumu who was close to him.

The cold blade was a bit reflective under the light and dazzled the eyes. Wen Liang saw it at a glance, and his pupils shrank instantly, ignoring the person in front of him and running towards Qiao Mumu.

Qiao Mumu, who was poking a gangster's head with a branch, felt a sudden hug, and then a burst of warmth ran down his back.

She subconsciously turned her head.

"Xiao Liangliang!" She was dumbfounded.

"It's okay." Wen Liang felt that she had been stabbed, but she turned around calmly.

He pulled out the knife expressionlessly. He was extremely weak, his hair was sticking to his cheeks due to profuse sweating, and he gritted his teeth tightly, without even thinking about whether he would faint because of such hard work.

In this state, although she looks weak, her eyes are extremely cold.

The gangster who took the lead was about to scold his mother, but he couldn't tell the myth after seeing this look, so he shook his lips.

Wen Liang held the knife tightly, and was about to poke it towards his heart.

But was stopped by a big hand.

She turned her head and saw the man with a stalwart body beside her, she stopped her hands, as if she didn't expect him to rush over alone.

"Kill him, it's not worth it to dirty your hands, let my people handle it." Tang Mo helped her hold the bleeding hole with one hand, taking a temporary measure to stop the bleeding.

At the same time, he glanced at Qiao Mumu.

She, who was always stupid and thoughtless, seemed to be terrified at the moment, standing there not daring to move, holding the blood-stained branch in her hand.

While he was looking at her, the gangster who was hit by her just now stood up and was about to hit her with a stick.

"Be careful." Tang Mo pulled Qiao Mumu with his hand.

But even so, she was hit on the head unavoidably, and after her pupils became dilated, she fell down limply.

"You, you are...you are Tang Mo?" The gangster in the lead looked at his face, and after confirming again and again, he was so frightened that he couldn't give up.

"Disappear from my eyes." He glanced coldly at the blood on the ground, his face as grave as the king of Hades.

"Yes, yes, I, I'm going to go, I'm going to go!"

A word has always been popular in this city-South Tang and Bei Huo, relying on the Tang Group in the south and the Yatai Group in the north.

The reason why the two are compared together is because the two of them have almost the same style of doing things. They are both vigorous and ruthless. On the surface, they look indifferent and cold, but their actual methods are not inferior to anyone.

Only a fool would not cherish the chance to save his life!

The one who took the lead hurriedly summoned his other brothers to leave. He didn't even have time to care about the two people who were beaten on the ground before, and ran away scrambling.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief: "President Tang..."

"Don't talk." He supported two of them with ease, "I temporarily stopped the bleeding on the acupuncture points of your wound, but it can only last for ten minutes at most. According to your wound, the bleeding is at least two thousand. You Isn’t it panda blood?”

"Uh, I'm not, but I'm a little anemic." She replied embarrassingly, no wonder she didn't feel dizzy from bleeding, it turned out that he helped stop the bleeding.

"That's also very dangerous, don't say a word now, Huayu will come soon, you have to go to the hospital."

Wen Liang nodded, remained silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "How do I feel, I don't look like your friend's sister, but rather your sister."

Tang Mo was shocked when he heard this, but he quickly covered up his shock, not revealing it too clearly.

He didn't open his mouth to answer her words.

The best way to dispel doubts is often silence.

About two or three minutes later, Hua Yu took the lead in an extended car, followed by two cars. It seemed that he was afraid that the two of them would be in danger, so he specially called a car full of doctors.

"Follow two doctors in a car to see if the two people on the ground are still alive." Tang Mo ordered, "Take them and send them to the hospital together."

"Yes."

Wen Liang got in the car and looked in Tang Mo's direction from the car window.

She felt vaguely familiar with him like this, not because of his looks but because of his temperament, refined and restrained yet domineering, very similar to Huo Dongming but slightly inferior, with a little gentleness.

This kind of him is so familiar.

"Little Liangliang..." A murmured call came from beside her, calling her back.

"Mu Mu." She looked sideways at her, and rubbed her hair distressedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, if I wasn't self-willed, you wouldn't be like this. Does it hurt? Let me calm down and think about it now, you are not that kind of person at all." Qiao Mumu pouted, looking at her face with the same worry. Wound.

Wen Liang smiled.

She didn't suffer badly from this knife, at least in her current heart, Qiao Mumu was as important as her adoptive mother, an existence bigger than the whole world.

She is willing to exchange her life for them.

"Xiao Liangliang, please forgive me."

"I didn't blame you, how can I forgive you? Mumu, as long as you like what I have, you will give it to me, and you don't know my feelings for Tang Mo. I may respect him now, but I still don't like him. .”

Not liking him means a slight dislike.

Not hating him means liking him slightly.

Qiao Mumu still understood this, she smiled embarrassedly, and approached her side.

Wen Liang half-lyed down weakly, and was about to speak to persuade her, but felt a pain in her waist, fearing that the time Tang Mo had bought for her to stop the bleeding had reached its limit.

The sharp pain made her eyes stare, and she couldn't feel anything when her eyes went dark, only the pain spread.

"Xiao Liangliang, Xiao Liangliang, don't scare me! You, you..."

Seeing her unconscious, Qiao Mumu became anxious instantly, tears washed down her pretty face again.

How can I be so confused!
Don't be jealous!

Hearing the sound, Tang Mo frowned slightly and got into the car; "What's going on?"

"She fainted!"

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. The time of coma was about the same as he expected. It was not easy for her to survive until now, but...if she didn't go to the hospital for a blood transfusion soon, her life would still be in danger.

Announced decisively and asked the driver to drive immediately.

Obviously, he was a little anxious and uneasy in his heart, but he needed to pretend to be calm on his face so that his subordinates could not see it.

Fortunately, the driver this time was also impatient. Not to mention the speed of the car, the red lights were all rushed directly. Fortunately, there were no cars on this road, and there were no traffic policemen, so it was lucky.

The hospital had already received a call from Tang Mo 10 minutes ago, and had already prepared blood bags and an operating room.

As soon as the car stopped, Wen Liang was picked up by the medical staff.

Qiao Mumu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)