"Sister, don't!"

Mo Lixiao's roar sounded in his ears.

Jiang Ningxi widened her eyes in shock.

At this critical moment when Mo Lixin rushed over, a long arm was held in front of Jiang Ningxi.

The snow-white blade instantly drew a blood mark on the arm.

Jiang Ningxi fell backwards with the strength of this arm and fell into a strong chest.

Mo Lixiao tried his best to get up from the wheelchair, hugged Jiang Ningxi and dodged, and fell to the ground because his legs were weak.

Jiang Ningxi also fell into his arms.

Mo Lixin rushed towards Jiang Ningxi like crazy, and waved the wrist of the fruit knife, and was tightly caught by a big hand.

"Sister... Stop!" Mo Lixiao hugged Jiang Ningxi tightly in his arms, grabbed Mo Lixin's wrist holding the fruit knife with one hand, and shouted with difficulty.

But Mo Lixin was red in her eyes: "Ali, get out of the way and let me kill this woman to avenge us and my children!"

"Sister, calm down. If you kill her, you will be really ruined in your life!" Mo Lixiao dissuaded.

When Vincent heard the movement, he immediately brought two maids up, took away the fruit knife from Mo Lixin's hand, and pulled it up from Jiang Ningxi.

"Let me go and let me kill her! Let me kill this murderer!"

Mo Li's heart was as terrified as hatred, and his roaring face was already distorted.

She struggled hard, and the foreign hat on her head fell off, and her wig also escaped from the top of her head, revealing her head as bright as a monk.

Jiang Ningxi was shocking to see.

Mo Lixin twisted her arms and tried to break free from the two maids again, trying to pounce forward and strangle Jiang Ningxi to death.

"Jiang Ningxi, I want to kill you! I want to kill you!"

Mo Li was hysterical.

Jiang Ningxi accidentally saw a pool of blood on the ground, and then noticed that Mo Lixiao had an injury on his arm. He quickly stood up and shouted: "Uncle Wen, Uncle Wen, go get the hemostatic medicine and bandage first. The young master is injured!"

"Young Master!" Vincent then looked at Mo Lixiao's injuries and immediately turned around to get the medicine box.

Mo Lixin was still hysterical: "Jiang Ningxi, I want to kill you!"

Jiang Ningxi had to take care of Mo Lixiao first. After Vincent brought the medicine box, he thoughtfully helped Mo Lixiao treat the wound.

"Send my sister back to the hospital first." Mo Lixiao frowned.

Vincent nodded, called two bodyguards and pulled Mo Lixin away.

Mo Lixin cried and said, "Ali, Ali...you help me kill her...kill her..."

Until Mo Lixin's crying completely disappeared, Mo Lixiao's mood still couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Do you know why my sister hates you so much?"

He spoke slowly.

Jiang Ningxi remained silent.

He suddenly silenced: "The child you killed is my brother-in-law's posthumous son, and it is also my sister's only hope to survive. You not only robbed my sister of hope, but also made my sister suffer from illness and life worse than death."

While listening, Jiang Ningxi wrapped a bandage around his arm, trying to hold back his emotions and tie the bow.

After bandaging him the wound, she raised her eyes and looked at him sadly: "It's not me."

"Until now, are you still unwilling to confess your guilt?" A hint of hatred ignited in Mo Lixiao's eyes.

Jiang Ningxi stubbornly: "From the beginning to the end, I am not guilty at all! What happened to you and your sister has nothing to do with me!"

"Jiang, Ning, Xi!" Mo Lixiao became more angry and grabbed her slender neck, "Until now, do you still have to evade responsibility?"

"I don't!"

Jiang Ningxi's breathing gradually became difficult under his slowly exerted force.

Facing the threat of death, she instinctively held his wrist and pushed her desperately.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Mo Lixiao asked fiercely.

"You let go... let go...I..."

Jiang Ningxi's face gradually turned blue under his tightening huge palm.

She pounded his chest desperately.

In fact, as long as she hits the wound on his arm, he will let go of pain.

But she didn't do that.

She is not the kind of vicious woman who can spread salt on other people's wounds.

But no one believed it.

If it were before, she would not be afraid of death.

But now, she is scared.

Because she still has her mother who needs to take care of her.

Mom went crazy and became mentally retarded.

If she dies, who will take care of her mother?

So, no matter what happens, she can't die.

Mo Lixiao's sanity lost due to his anger finally found it back under her frenzied struggle.

He looked at her bloodless face in fear and slowly let go of his hand.

"Ahem—"

After suddenly gaining fresh air, Jiang Ningxi immediately coughed in pain.

After a long time, she was able to breathe normally and couldn't help but curse: "Mo Lixiao, I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! I can't confess my guilt in this life! You bastard! Go and settle the score with Lu Anran! Go and find her! Go and find her! Don't come to me! Don't look for me!"

He almost strangled her to death just now!

"Shut up!"

The focus in Mo Lixiao's eyes gradually condensed.

"I'm not! I will tell you over and over again, the murderer is Lu Anran! It's Lu Anran! Go and settle the score with Lu Anran!" Jiang Ningxi roared angrily.

The anger in Mo Lixiao's chest was once again ignited by her words.

He suddenly pulled her slender arms and leaned over to grab her chattering lips.

"Um..." Jiang Ningxi, who was tightly clamped her hands, could only let out a helpless mute whisper under his violent and raging lips.

Her lips were so red that he kissed her, and she was swollen and painful.

Jiang Ningxi pushed Mo Li Xiao away in disgust and staggered up from the ground: "Mo Li Xiao, I hate you!"

After saying that, she stumbled back to the utility room regardless of the inconvenience of his legs and feet sitting on the ground.

She can't stay here anymore, their family is crazy.

If this continues, she will die at their hands one day.

"Young Master." Vincent came over and helped Mo Lixiao into a wheelchair and sat.

Mo Lixiao's eyes were sinister: "Punish her not to eat!"

"Yes." Vincent nodded.

When it was late at night, Jiang Ningxi secretly ran out of the utility room.

Last time she figured out the escape route, and this time she could leave easily.

Leaving the "Castle of Li", she took a taxi on the side of the road and reported the address to the driver: "Go to Xingfu Apartment."

This is the home of her best friend Luo Shuyao.

So late, she could no longer find a suitable destination except for thinking that this friend could rely on.

In the past two years she was imprisoned, only Luo Shuyao would occasionally come to visit the prison, bringing her news about her mother and Cheng Yu.

She also asked Luo Shuyao to help her retrieve her lost memories for Cheng Yu.

After arriving at the destination, she had no cell phone and could only pay the fare with cash. The driver couldn't find it and bargained with the driver for a long time before the driver agreed to wipe off her fractions.

The cash she had on her was earned by hand in prison, and the amount was not much, so she had to save some money.

When she arrived at her best friend's house, she couldn't wait to ring the doorbell.

However, the person who opened the door for her was not her best friend Luo Shuyao, but Cheng Yu.

"Who are you looking for?"

Cheng Yu did not recognize her at first sight, but instead asked politely like looking at a stranger.

Jiang Ningxi opened her mouth, but her voice was stuck in her throat and couldn't make it.

So late, how could Cheng Yu be at Luo Shuyao's home?

Moreover, he was wearing pajamas and slippers on his feet, as if he was the male owner of this family.

"A Yu, who is it?" Luo Shuyao's questioning came from the house.
Chapter completed!