Chapter 10 Fatal Racing Driver

#surprise, the second son of Zihai was attacked in the middle of the night and is now unconscious in the hospital

#月half-horror murder night, the second son is suspected of becoming a vegetative state

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The next day, news like this flew all over the city, from China to overseas.

One month later——

"In winter, the queen pricked her finger while embroidering, and the blood dripped on the snow, bright red. The queen thought, how wonderful it would be if she gave birth to a daughter with skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood..."

"Uncle, will you give birth to a daughter with skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood?"

"Won't."

"Why?"

"That's a ghost. The ghost's skin is so white and his lips are so red."

"...Okay."

"...On the third day, when Cinderella was escaping, she dropped one of her dancing shoes in a hurry... The prince said to his father, I will marry the girl who can just wear this golden slipper to be my wife..."

"Uncle, if you meet a girl who has lost her shoe at a dance party in the future, will you go find her?"

"Won't."

"Why?"

"I'm very busy and have no time."

"...Okay."

"Little uncle..."

"Mu Yuanzhu, if you want to listen to my story, just listen quietly. Where do you come from so many words?"

"No, I want to pee."

"Ha ha--"

The sunset in the evening did not take away much of the heat, and the air was still very stuffy. Summer in Zihai City has always been like this.

There are two pots of green plants placed on the windowsill, and the gauze curtains are also light green, adding a bit of life to the snow-white and cold ward.

The air conditioner temperature is just right.

Sitting on the hospital bed were one big and one small, with the little one in the big's arms, and the big one telling the little one a story, which was full of warmth.

The little one said he wanted to pee, so he got out of bed with his butt facing out, and ran towards the bathroom.

The boy on the sofa was flipping through a magazine and smiling.

The young man has neatly trimmed short hair, sharp eyebrows and slanted eyebrows, broken hair slightly covering his forehead, a straight nose, and sharp black eyes that contain edge.

He has a stern and aggressive face that makes people afraid to approach him.

This is the Ling Lie who painted Mu Yeqin last time and captured the woman from the sea, the "Master Ling" in Xiaochun's mouth.

It had been a while since Mu Yeqin woke up. He leaned on the pillow, ate grapes, and asked, "Is your brother back?"

"No," Ling Lie put down the magazine, took off his shoes and went into the sofa, looking at him sideways. This posture showed that he was very well-behaved. "The case in Nancheng is a bit complicated. It may take some time for my brother to come back."

"Oh," Mu Yeqin nodded.

After the little guy finished shushing, he ran out, climbed onto the bed again, got into his uncle's arms, blinked his big eyes, and said, "Uncle, continue telling stories to others."

Tired of telling him a story, Mu Yeqin wanted to refuse, but Ling Lie opened his mouth: "Yuanyuan, your uncle is tired. Let him rest for a while, okay?"

"Okay."

The little guy got out of bed with his butt facing out again, ran to his little brother, climbed up his legs, and arched and arched into his arms, "Brother, you smell so good."

The combination of peach and jasmine fragrance makes people feel as if they are in a midsummer dream, making their hearts beat throbbing.

Unlike my uncle, I haven't taken a shower in a few days and it smells like disinfectant.

Ling Lie opened the story book with a smile on his face. Even though he looked at such a difficult person, his voice was like a spring breeze. Mu Yeqin felt relaxed and sleepy.

At this moment, Xiaochun opened the door and walked in, followed closely by another person.

It's Fu Shiyun, a migrant worker from the Mu family.

Seeing the person coming, Xiao Yuanyuan twisted her buttocks and said hello: "Brother Shiyun, hello, brother Xiaochun~"

Everyone is an elder brother, only the younger uncle is an uncle.

An uncle can only become an elder brother if he becomes a son to his father.

Dad once said that he wouldn't mind having such a big son, but the "son" refused.

"Come," Xiaochun opened his arms towards Yuanyuan, and Yuanyuan got off Linglie and threw herself into his arms.

You're such a cute little girl, you get slapped wherever you go.

Those rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, and big eyes are always full of brilliance and full of innocence in the world.

It smells like milk and is fleshy, not to mention how soft and cute it is.

Xiaochun hugged and kissed her several times, rubbed her arms and legs, and couldn't put it down.

Brother Shi Yun was evil and scratched Yuanyuan back and forth, making her giggle.

The brittle laughter of children filled the ward.

Fu Shiyun moved a chair and sat next to the bed. Yuanyuan wanted to go out to play, so a bodyguard accompanied her. Xiaochun and Ling Lie came to the bedside.

There was a table next to the bed. Fu Shiyun put down the photo in his hand and said, "You decide how to deal with it."

Mu Yeqin looked at the photo.

Fu Shiyun tapped the table with his fingertips and said: "The woman in red on the two nights is the same person, both are the number one killer in the world, Lu Bo, and this is her biological brother."

"What the hell?!" Xiaochun never expected.

Staring at the photo, Ling Lie said suspiciously: "Him?"

Mu Yeqin looked at him, "What, do you know him?"

"I don't even know him as a deadly racing driver and F1 champion for consecutive years. I have seen him in a few races and his name seems to be... Mu Qingshen."

The young man in the photo has yellow hair, leaning on the motorcycle, facing the sun, smiling high and high.

"Boss, this revenge must be avenged no matter what. You don't know how badly you were hurt when I rescued you that day..." Xiaochun said with red eyes.

Xiaochun dug him out from a pile of rubble. He opened the table with all his strength, and saw that the huddled man underneath was scorched black, as if he had been swept by flames. The blood was stained black and covered his body. He lay on the

In a pool of blood.

Xiaochun's hands were shaking and she didn't dare to move.

Until the ambulance came and he was taken to the hospital, his face was injured, his legs were punctured, there were wounds everywhere on his body, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his vital signs were almost zero.

The lights in the operating room stayed on for four whole days, blood bags were sent in batches, and doctors were carried out one after another, and finally he was brought back from hell.

At the last moment, Juechen couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed.

Half a month ago, Mu Yeqin woke up from a coma. He was able to escape such a severe injury not because he was lucky, but because he saved himself.

He accurately predicted the range of the cannonball, and that jump was just enough for the table to catch him.

If the desk hadn't blocked him from a large amount of air waves, how could he have waited until Xiaochun came to save him.

Fu Shiyun said: "After on-site inspection, our people deduced the type of artillery shell used by Lubao. In fact, its power is not very powerful and the explosion range is small. The upper and lower floors of Di Sheng were not affected."

It was precisely because Mu Yeqin recognized it through the light that he could predict it in advance. Otherwise, he might be busy plotting how to usurp the throne of the King of Hell.

Ling Lie had a lot of research on weapons and talked about a lot of his opinions. Finally, he said: "I have to say, Xiang Wan is a genius."

A genius in weapons research, he makes most of the weapons on the market.

There were footsteps at the door again, and everyone looked together.
Chapter completed!