Mu Chengfeng pursed his lips tightly and stared at her with cold eyes like needles. Did she think he would hurt her? Did she think everything was arranged by him?
If he wanted her to die, could she live until now? Can Zhuo Qianshi live until now? As long as he said a word, Zhuo Qianshi wouldn't even have a chance to overturn the verdict.
Just listen to Ning Yazhi lose her mind and continue to growl: "What? Don't you dare to do anything in the hospital?! I tell you Mu Chengfeng, as long as I, Ning Yazhi, live, I will try my best to kill you, and I will definitely do it for Xiaolin."
Revenge, you murderer!"
Clench your fists tightly!
Then, slowly let go.
He said coldly: "Do you think I sent people to kill them?"
"No, who are you? You bastard, madman, if you think that I have something to do with Mr. Chen, then kill me directly and don't implicate innocent people! Xiaolin is innocent. She is a lawyer with a bright future.
Things will definitely be better, you ruined her life like this, ruined her life, can you be more cruel, ah?"
All her losing control and yelling seemed to have no feeling to him.
On the contrary, his expression became more and more indifferent, even so indifferent that Ning Yazhi could not breathe.
Damn, damn!
She felt ashamed of her weakness, and she hated that there were no offensive weapons in the room. If possible, she really wanted to have a fruit knife, and she would stab the devil's body without even thinking about it.
Mu Chengfeng stared at her for a long time, then said in his usual indifferent tone: "If I hadn't been kind enough, do you think you and your mother would still be alive? It's not just a little lawyer who died."
Her eyes widened with anger: "You mean, Xiaolin deserves to die?!"
"A person who can't even protect himself shouldn't die?" he asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yazhi picked up the bottle of suspension fluid and threw it at him.
Transparent glass shards and liquid medicine suddenly covered the floor.
Bright red blood suddenly surged up on the back of Ning Yazhi's hand. She pulled out the needle in a mess and wiped it on her clothes. She lost control of her mind and didn't even realize that although the needle was small, it was inserted into the blood vessel.
Violent movements will only cause more blood to flow.
Soon a large bright blood splatter appeared on the hospital gown.
Mu Chengfeng's pupils suddenly darkened and his lips pursed tightly. Unable to watch her hurting himself indifferently, he clenched his fist again.
This damn woman, can’t she be kinder to herself?
You hurt yourself so cruelly and think you can hurt him in this way?! How stupid!
Even though he was thinking this, his actions betrayed his heart. He quickly reached out his hand and grabbed Ning Yazhi's bleeding wrist. Without thinking, he kissed the back of her hand, where the blood was bleeding.
His lips sucked her blood, it felt warm and tingling slightly.
Ning Yazhi was stunned by the familiar feeling of tangled cotton, forgetting to struggle for a moment.
I saw his tongue gently licking her wound, his movements elegant, as if the most noble vampire knight was sucking the delicious liquid.
It took a while for Ning Yazhi to realize what she was doing. She was filled with anger and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he seemed to have guessed that she would struggle and held her tightly.
When the blood stopped and stopped gushing out crazily, Mu Chengfeng raised his head and gently drew his lips into a very seductive arc.