Mu Zechuan lay on the ground, letting the fists and kicks of those burly men come over and gave up resistance.

He only stared at the window on the second floor.

Because of the reflection, he couldn't see clearly the people inside, but he knew that He Jiayin was standing behind that window.

He just saw someone closing the curtains, it should be her.

He knew that He Jiayin hated him so much that even if he was beaten to death, she would probably not come down.

But, no matter what, he couldn't give up.

Even if he is beaten to death, he still wants to see her before he dies.

He wanted to tell He Jiayin personally that he was wrong, he was very wrong.

He loves her and can't live without her.

Or she would be so angry that he would kill her with his own hands. Even so, he would admit it, but he must let her know his feelings.

My love has not been expressed for so many years.

He Jiayin, I love you.

The blood left on his head flowed down his forehead and onto his eyes, blurring his vision.

Mu Zechuan felt that he was so ridiculous now.

After so many years of being around, this is the first time I've been beaten like this.

However, he no longer cares about face.

"He Jiayin! I want to see you!" He shouted again with all his strength. Because of the severe pain in his body, this sound sounded very miserable.

After Mu Zechuan shouted, he felt that the kicks and kicks on his body were even harder.

He Jiayin couldn't lie down any longer. Even if she covered her ears, she could still hear Mu Zechuan's shouts.

She returned to the window, opened the curtains a small crack, and saw that Mu Zechuan had been beaten and lying on the ground, covered in blood.

He Jiayin rushed downstairs.

The servant stopped her: "Miss He!"

He Jiayin retracted his hand towards the door.

"Can you help me call Brother Jincheng in?"

"Okay, Miss He." The servant nodded and hurried out.

After a while, An Jincheng followed the servant in. When he saw He Jiayin standing in the living room, he was startled: "Jiayin, you..." Do you want to see him? He didn't say the second part of the sentence.

come out.

"Brother Jincheng," He Jiayin bit his lip: "Stop fighting, let...let him go. Leave immediately."

"Good news..." An Jincheng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by He Jiayin.

"Brother Jincheng, I don't want this to get too big and drag you into it. Just let him go. Call the Mu family and ask them to send someone to take him away!" This was what He Jiayin was thinking.

An Jincheng cannot be dragged down.

She didn't want to see Mu Zechuan again.

"Okay, I understand." An Jincheng's tone was a little dark.

Because he knew in his heart that He Jiayin was still worried about Mu Zechuan. Seeing him being beaten made her feel sad.

She still has Mu Zechuan in her heart.

However, he also knew that under such circumstances, He Jiayin could no longer have anything to do with Mu Zechuan, so he was not worried that Jiayin would leave with Mu Zechuan.

He went out and told his bodyguards to stop.

"Mu Zechuan, get out of here right away. If you don't want to leave, I won't be merciful!"

Returning to the living room, he saw He Jiayin still standing there.

"Okay, he should be able to leave." An Jincheng said, "Good news, let's go back to the bedroom." Seeing that she was still barefoot, he seemed to be too worried and ran down without even wearing slippers.

An Jincheng stepped forward and hugged her.

He Jiayin buried her head in his arms and said nothing.

She was so stupid. She just let Mu Zechuan be beaten to death. Why did she still care about him?

Why?

"Okay, Jiayin, let's have a good sleep. Once you have a good rest, you won't be so sad." An Jincheng put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Mu Zechuan lay on the ground for who knows how long.

He tried to stand up. After trying three or four times, he finally managed to stand up.

He held his hand on the wall unsteadily, leaving bloody fingerprints wherever his hand passed.

There is no doubt that this is all his blood.

I lost a lot of blood and felt a little dizzy.

He still wanted to shout, but he had no strength.

I fell to the ground again, but this time I didn't have the strength to get up again.

"He Jiayin, will I never see you again after I die?" Mu Zechuan felt a burst of sadness. Tears flowed down, leaving traces on his bloody face.

When Lin Yixiang received the call from An Jincheng, he did not expect that Mu Zechuan would be beaten like this.

He hurried to the door of Anzhai and saw Mu Zechuan lying motionless on the ground.

"Kawako!" He ran towards Mu Zechuan without even closing the car door.

Mu Zechuan's face was covered in blood and his body was in a state of disarray.

Still conscious, when he saw Lin Yixiang, he asked: "Xiangzi, how did you get here? Did He Jiayin call you and ask you to take me away?"

Seeing him in such a mess, Lin Yixiang felt sad: "It was An Jincheng who called. He asked someone to beat you? Why didn't you fight back?"

"I deserve this." Mu Zechuan stood up slowly with Lin Yixiang's support, a wry smile appeared on his terrifying face.

"He Jiayin refuses to see me."

"Go back first, you're all so injured..."

"No, I'm not leaving, I want to see He Jiayin!" He turned around and faced the window: "He..." Just as he was about to exert force, he felt a sharp pain under his chest and couldn't help but bend down.

"Where is the injury?" Lin Yixiang asked worriedly: "Is the rib broken?"

Mu Zechuan finally couldn't hold on any longer: "I want to see He Jiayin..." Before he could finish his words, he fainted.

Lin Yixiang sent Mu Zechuan to the hospital.

An Jincheng was really ruthless.

Two ribs were broken on the left side, and the calf on the right side was fractured. There were countless bruises on his body.

Fortunately, no internal organs were injured.

This was the first time Mu Zechuan was beaten and injured so seriously.

When Mu Zechuan woke up, he didn't seek revenge from An Jincheng or anything like before.

I just had to drag my leg with a plaster cast on to find He Jiayin.

"Kuanzi, He Jiayin won't see you now!" Lin Yixiang knew that An Jincheng had not conveyed his words to He Jiayin at all, otherwise He Jiayin would not have watched Mu Zechuan being beaten indifferently.

"Even if she doesn't see me, I will definitely see her!" Mu Zechuan was more stubborn than anyone else.

"you......"

Lin Yixiang wanted to say something, but the door of the ward was knocked open with a roar.

It's Feng Rui and Tang Qiaoen.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Feng Rui didn't know who he heard from and said that Mu Zechuan was injured, so he rushed over.

"Car accident." Mu Zechuan did not tell the truth.

"Are you speeding again? Ah? Why don't you drive more carefully?" Feng Rui looked distressed.

Seeing that my son had gauze wrapped around his head, his eyes, mouth and face were swollen, his chest was wrapped in a bandage, and his legs were in plaster, I couldn't help but shed tears: "How painful this must be!"

Tang Qiaoen winked at Lin Yixiang and then walked out of the ward.

Lin Yixiang followed him out.
Chapter completed!