Uncle Hai's eyes darkened, and finally he said, "Yes."
Yun Mo felt as if he was stepping on cotton, the world was spinning, and his body collapsed.
Fortunately, Uncle Hai grabbed his arm and stood still.
She pushed Uncle Hai away and wanted to enter the hospital building.
Uncle Hai stopped him: "Miss Yun, Mr. Long's body doesn't look good right now... It's going to be transported to the funeral parlor. Let's take care of it first."
"Then I want to see him too."
Uncle Hai was determined and glanced at several of his subordinates.
The two men went over and blocked Yun Mo's path, preventing her from passing.
Yun Mo raised his eyelids, and his weak voice sounded like someone was pinching his life gate:
"Let me go in and take a look at him."
The two still refused to give in.
Uncle Hai sighed: "Forget it."
Yun Mo suddenly hit the two of them hard, trying to rush over.
The two grabbed her arms and refused to let her pass.
She struggled with all her strength and screamed loudly: "Let me in, let me take a look at him..."
Both of them were amazed at her strength at this moment. They almost let her slip out of their hands several times, but they did not dare to use too much force to hurt her. They could only look at Uncle Hai and Huo Shenxiu for help.
Huo Shenxiu was silent for a long time before he came over and whispered: "There are many reporters here. If you want to go in later, they may follow you in. You don't want Long Dinghao to be uneasy after death, to be harassed, or even -
—Has the photo of the body been posted online?"
Yun Mo's strength finally ran out at this moment, and his arms fell limply.
Huo Shenxiu gave the club subordinates a look:
"Send Miss Yun home first."
Uncle Hai made a gesture.
As soon as the two subordinates stepped forward, Yun Mo took a few steps back and murmured:
"No."
He turned around and walked out of the hospital.
Uncle Hai was not worried and asked a brother to follow him.
After watching Yun Mo's back disappear, he sighed and looked at Huo Shenxiu beside him:
"Master Huo, this..."
The color of Huo Shenxiu's eyes did not fluctuate:
"Just do whatever you have to do."
…
Along the way, Yun Mo's soul seemed to be no longer in his body.
There was only one voice lingering in his head, he was dead.
He was retaliated by the Chongde Gang because he helped himself vent his anger and sent Zhan Kui to jail.
So in the end, not only did she kill his father, but she also killed him?
This happened too suddenly.
It was so sudden that she was caught off guard and didn't believe it at all.
My whole body is numb.
I don't know pain, and I don't feel uncomfortable.
She just walked along the road.
I don't know how long I've been gone.
Until I accidentally stepped on a stone, tripped, and fell forward violently.
Then he groaned and regained consciousness.
Passers-by heard the sound and looked over in surprise.
She raised her face and found that the sky was getting dark.
But still don't feel any pain.
There was no pain at all where the body was thrown.
The club subordinates who had been following her secretly ran over and wanted to help her up:
"Miss Yun..."
She shook off the other person's hand gently, climbed up with all her strength, and continued walking forward.
She didn't know where she fell, and she walked too long, so she was limping.
After walking along the street for a long time, I stopped at the door of a brightly lit and lively bar.
She doesn't know where to go.
She didn't want to go home and let her parents see her like this.
The subordinates of the club saw that she was about to enter the bar and stepped forward: "Miss Yun..."
Yun Mo didn't look back: "Don't follow me, leave me alone."
Subordinates stay outside.
Yun Mo entered the bar, walked to the bar, and ordered a drink.
Drink bottle after bottle.
She finally understood why he spent all day in bars and got drunk.
Alcohol is really a good thing.
It can numb the nerves and temporarily forget all discomfort.
After a while, a greasy-looking young man wearing a floral shirt came over, obviously noticing that she was alone.
He knocked on her desk and teased her frivolously:
"Beauty, are you alone? Let's have a drink together?"
Yun Mo seemed not to have heard anything and continued to drink alone.
The man didn't give up, moved a few inches closer, and simply handed the wine glass to her lips:
"Come on, let's drink together. It's so boring to drink alone."
Yun Mo then put down the wine glass in his hand and took the man's wine glass.
A smile appeared on the man's lips.
Yun Mo slowly stood up, raised his glass, and poured the wine in the glass onto the head of the harasser without even falling to the ground.
The man was shocked, wiped his wet hair and face, and lost his temper: "Are you fucking sick? What are you doing?"
Yun Mo moved his lips: "Get out."
Someone looked over.
The man lost his face and yelled: "Who do you think you are? You look like you are worth 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan! I greet you because I like you!"
Yun Mo picked up the wine bottle at hand, smashed it on the bar next to him, held the mouth of the bottle, and pointed the gap at him:
"Say it again."
There was a loud bang, and the man was completely shocked.
Unexpectedly, a woman who looked so weak would actually be willing to fight for her life!
He was just flirting, he didn't even think about making it so big, so he spat at Xingzi:
"Unlucky, I met a madman."
Turn around and go find the next target.
Yun Mo was still holding the broken wine bottle, pointing straight in the direction of the man.
Until the bartender at the bar cautiously said, "Miss, that person has left. Please put the bottle down. You...your hands seem to be bleeding."
She put the bottle on the bar, staggered, and walked to the bathroom.
Turn on the faucet and rinse your hands.
When I smashed the bottle, glass shards splashed on my fingers, leaving several small blood marks.
She felt a heartbreaking pain, and a tearing pain in her chest surged up into her throat. She bent over and vomited in front of the mirror.
The wine and the little bit of food I had eaten this morning were all spit out.
Vomiting and vomiting, she slipped to the ground and leaned against the sink. She lost all her strength, was weak and tired, and murmured:
"Long Dinghao. Why did you die...are you kidding me?"
My heart hurts so much.
It was really like being cut into pieces by sharp scissors.
Drenched with blood.
It hurts 11,000 times more than the injuries on the hands and body caused by falling.
The night is getting dark.
She was very tired. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. She didn't care that the people who entered the bathroom one after another looked at her strangely.
Occasionally, people asked her how she was doing and if she needed help, but she didn't answer.
She didn't know how long it took before she felt someone come in again and help her up.
In her drunken state, she wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't.
His eyelids and limbs were all heavy.
Just treat me as a bar employee.
The other party helped her out of the bathroom. Maybe he saw that she was too drunk to walk and was injured, so he just picked her up.
She felt conflicted and opened her eyelids in a daze, only to find that her eyes were dim.