Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 545 Stop hitting

   "No way!" Another person was surprised.

   "Why wouldn't it be, if you didn't marry Mo Zhiyun, do you think Lu Heyun would be able to take the position of president of the Mo Group at a young age?"

   "I heard that this Lu Heyun is quite capable, maybe Mr. Mo has taken a fancy to his ability."

   "Ability is ability, but if it weren't for his sister-in-law, do you think he would feel relieved to hand over the company to someone with a foreign surname?"

   "Speaking of which, Mo Zhiyun is quite pitiful. Her legs are disabled, and her husband married her for the sake of the company... Tsk tsk..."

  The two sighed a few times outside and left.

   Mo Zhiyun, who was hiding in the cubicle, wanted to open the door to tear their mouths several times, but finally held back.

  Going out means that I don't believe in Lu Heyun, and it's impossible to quarrel with them, and it's just another joke to spread it out.

  She stayed in the bathroom for a while, recovering her emotions, and then returned to the hall, but she didn't see Lu Heyun's figure, thinking that he went to talk to someone and didn't care.

   There are many rich and famous ladies in the circle in the banquet hall. Although they laugh at her in private, they still have to put on a superficial effort and come to greet her and exchange pleasantries.

  Mo Zhiyun also greeted them perfunctorily, but his eyes kept looking for Lu Heyun's back.

  They also had good eyesight, and when they saw that Mo Zhiyun was absent-minded, they found a reason to leave.

  Mo Zhiyun was obviously relieved, and wanted to call Lu Heyun, but found that his mobile phone was left with him and he hadn't got it back. In desperation, he could only turn the wheelchair to look around.

  Naihe searched around but couldn't find it. He planned to go to the bathroom to have a look. Suddenly there was a commotion at the end of the corridor.

  She controlled the wheelchair by remote control and took a curious look, but there were many people crowded at the door, and she couldn't see anything. Just when she was about to turn around and leave, a woman's sobbing voice came from inside: "Ahe, stop hitting..."

  Mo Zhiyun's body froze in place as if his acupuncture points had been tapped, and he turned his head one by one like a machine to look into the box...

  The table was lifted, and there were waves all over the floor, and the broken glass shone coldly, cutting Mo Zhiyun's heart inch by inch.

  The suit on Lu Heyun's body was already crumpled, and the tie was loosened. His scarlet eyes fixed on the man, clutching the collar of the man, and punching him down.

   Violent, ruthless, and cold like Shura.

  This is a side of Mo Zhiyun that he has never seen before, so strange and distant, as if the person in front of him has never been the man who slept with him in the same bed.

  Mo Zhiyun stood up, the wheelchair was knocked far away, she barely stood still by holding on to the gun next to her, looking at the scene in the box, she felt great panic and uneasiness in her heart.

  Wen Xingchen was wearing a dark green long dress, with long hair and shawl, but her pale face was devoid of a trace of blood, and her forehead was red and swollen, as if the skin had been scratched, and blood was faintly oozing out.

  A pair of eyes soaked in water, ready to cry, so pitiful.

  After hearing her voice, Lu Heyun seemed to come to his senses, took off his suit and put it on her body.

  The next second, he hugged Wen Xingchen in public, and before turning around to leave, he glanced sinisterly at the man who was beaten to the ground by him, his thin lips moved, "Don't let me see you again."

  After speaking, he strode towards the door of the box with Wen Xingchen in his arms, while the others stepped back.

  Mo Zhiyun was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground, her palm seemed to be pierced by something, but she didn't seem to feel any pain. When she looked up, she saw Lu Heyun walking past in front of her with Wen Xingchen in her arms.

  It's close at hand, but it's like a world away.

  Lu Heyun looked nervously at Wen Xingchen in his arms with gentle eyes, and didn't notice Mo Zhiyun who was knocked to the ground at all.

  He strode away with the woman in his arms in public, but turned a blind eye to his justifiable Mrs. Lu.

  Lu Heyun's figure was gradually blurred in her eyes, the corners of her mouth were full of salty taste, and someone beside her ear said, "Isn't this Miss Mo?"

  The noisy atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at her with sympathy and pity.

  The husband left with another woman in his arms in public, without even looking at his wife. Who would be able to accept it?

  Someone took pity on her, stepped forward and asked with concern: "Are you okay? I'll help you up..."

  Mo Zhiyun sat on the ground sluggishly, tears falling silently, as if he couldn't hear any sound, and didn't react at all.

   After several people asked, they left when they saw that she didn't respond.

  She was still sitting on the ground, letting her palms punctured by fragments continue to bleed, as if her affectionate heart had been ruthlessly thrown to the ground by Lu Heyun.

   fell to pieces, fragmented, blood flowed into rivers.

   I don't know how long it took, but the tears seemed to have dried up, and a familiar voice sounded in my ear, "Are you okay?"

  She raised her head with tears in her eyes, and the blurred face gradually became clear before her eyes.

   "Miss, your hand is bleeding and needs to be bandaged." He took out a gray handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped Mo Zhiyun's palm, and tied it tightly to stop the bleeding.

   "The wound is a bit deep, you need to go to the hospital for treatment."

   There was no temperature fluctuation in the deserted voice, "Can you stand up by yourself?"

  Mo Zhiyun looked at him in confusion with wet eyes, and called out hesitantly, "Dr. Shen?"

  Shen Qingbai was slightly startled, and quickly realized, "Are you my patient?"

  Mo Zhiyun was even more surprised. He had been to Qingfeng Medical Center so many times, how could he not know himself?

  But the way he looked at himself was indeed strange, what's going on?

   "What's your name?" Shen Qingbai asked.

   "Mo weaves clouds."

   "It's you." Shen Qingbai frowned lightly, turned around and saw the wheelchair that was kicked to the foot of the wall, walked over to push it, and bent over to support Mo Zhiyun.

   Mo Zhiyun sat on the wheelchair with his support, and was still full of doubts when he looked up at him.

   "Where's your husband?" Shen Qingbai asked coldly.

  Because Mo Zhiyun often went to the clinic and occasionally mentioned her husband, he knew that Mo Zhiyun was married.

  Mo Zhiyun's eyes that had just dried up suddenly felt a little wet again, he lowered his head and remained silent.

  Shen Qingbai didn't ask again, "I'll take you to my place to treat the wound first."

  Mo Zhiyun didn't want to go home now, and he didn't want to question Lu Heyun, he didn't want to hear his lies, so he nodded mechanically.

  …

   Qingfeng Medical Center.

  Shen Qingbai brought the tray, untied Mo Zhiyun's blood-stained handkerchief and threw it into the trash can, and cleaned her wound first.

  Washing the wound will hurt, but Mo Zhiyun's pale face is calm, almost numb.

  Compared to the heart-wrenching pain, this wound on the hand is really nothing.

【See you tomorrow】

  (end of this chapter)