Public Enemy: Kiss Goodbye, Mrs. Lu

He kept talking about removing the child, as if he was discussing throwing away a piece of garbage instead of gouging out the flesh and blood she conceived.

Jiang Yifan was stimulated by his attitude and words one after another, his whole body was trembling with anger, pointed at Lin Chumo's tall nose, and said hoarsely: "Lin Chumo, don't make me hate you!"

"I don't care that you hate me."

"Snapped!"

Following Lin Chumo's words came a crisp and resounding slap!

Jiang Yifan was so angry that it was difficult to breathe, his fingers trembled, as if he was shouting with all his strength: "Get out!"

She didn't know what evil she had done in her previous life, that she would fall in love with such an indifferent man as Lin Chumo in this life.

From the beginning to the end, she was the only one who plunged in, her head was bleeding and she refused to turn back, but even so, Lin Chumo still refused to let her go.

why?
Why did Lin Chumo say that killing his own child was as calm as killing a chicken?
Jiang Yifan's emotions had collapsed, Ye Lisheng pulled her hand distressedly, while Lin Chumo's expression was indifferent: "Don't go your own way."

"Enough! Lin Chumo! Don't provoke her anymore!" Ye Lisheng couldn't help but shout angrily.

And Jiang Yifan's lower abdomen tightened, and she suddenly felt colic, she tremblingly went to cover her stomach.

Ye Lisheng sensed something was wrong with her, and became nervous: "Yifan, how are you?"

Jiang Yifan frowned tightly, and shook his head at Ye Lisheng: "It's okay."

"Let's go back first!"

Ye Lisheng cast a cold glance at Lin Chumo, who looked gloomy, and was about to get up to help Jiang Yifan.

Lu Chengyi pushed her back into the wheelchair first, and motioned for Qin Yan to support her.

It was rare for Ye Lisheng not to refute Lu Chengyi, and let him push the wheelchair, and they returned to the ward.

As soon as she entered the ward, Ye Lisheng watched Jiang Yifan lying on the bed next door. After tossing around a bit, she heard the doctor say that it was okay to take a good rest, so she felt relieved and turned to look at the man standing by the window.

She hesitated for a moment, licked her dry lips, and said softly, "Thank you for today's matter."

The man turned around, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, as if considering that this was a ward, he didn't light it.

With him like this, he felt a little more unruly in his eyes.

Lu Chengyi sneered, and said vaguely: "If you have time to worry about others, it's better to take care of your own affairs."

The mottled tree shadows cast a shadow under his eyelids, and also left a haze in Ye Lisheng's heart, which was suppressed by her again.

She took a deep breath, and for the sake of him saving Jiang Yifan, said calmly, "Yifan is not someone else but my good friend, I can't watch her have an accident."

As she spoke, she sat in a wheelchair and bowed to Lu Chengyi: "No matter what, I should thank you for what happened just now!"

Ye Lisheng expressed his thanks in a serious manner, and thanks sometimes means alienation of relationship.

Lu Chengyi's gloomy black eyes deepened a little, he smoked the cigarette out of his mouth, and a sarcastic arc was drawn on his lips.

"Second Mrs. Lu is thanking me?"

Ye Lisheng raised her eyes and met the man's bottomless Mo pupils. She couldn't tell what he meant, whether he was mocking her or just a normal question.

She didn't read the familiar sarcasm until the curvature of the man's lips became wider and wider.

Ye Lisheng withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell on Jiang Yifan who was on the drip again, and his tone was polite and cold: "You saved Yifan, I should thank you."

Lu Chengyi smiled: "Then you should thank me more than that!"

"What?" Ye Lisheng subconsciously asked his doubts.

"Ah……"

Lu Chengyi chuckled, apparently unwilling to say more, and looked at her with secretive eyes.

Ye Lisheng was confused by the man's inexplicable words, and unconsciously frowned in thought.

He meant that his thanks were not sincere?

Ye Lisheng didn't quite understand what Lu Chengyi meant, and he never guessed his thoughts, let alone try to figure out his thoughts.

She hung a strand of hanging hair behind her back, and her tone was as calm as ever: "If you have anything to say, you can just say it directly, and you don't need to go around in circles here."

Lu Chengyi's slender lips smiled again, and his voice was melodious like a cello: "Then what do you think I mean?"

Lu Chengyi kicked the ball back again, and the topic went back to the beginning, Ye Lisheng's brows showed a trace of impatience: "Second Young Master Lu thinks you saved Yifan and the child, so I should thank you more sincerely?"

As soon as her words came out, Lu Chengyi's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cigarette at his fingertips was snapped off and split into two, with some tobacco shavings rustling from between his fingers.

Ye Lisheng's heart also sank.

She didn't know, why did she provoke this moody man again?
In the past, maybe she would fight back verbally, but she would still think hard in her heart, guess secretly, and then wonder if there was something wrong with her tone, attitude and actions.

But now, she no longer wants to waste time on Lu Chengyi.

No matter what this man thinks, she doesn't care anymore.

Anyway, she has long since lost her image in his heart, so why bother.

Lu Chengyi threw the cigarette at his fingertips into the trash can, and sneered: "Thank you so solemnly for other people's affairs, but I don't care about my own safety!"

Ye Lisheng declined to comment.

However, Lu Chengyi continued to sneer: "I don't know who I offended, and was slapped so cruelly in secret!"

The two seemed to be returning to their old ways of not being able to talk properly.

Thinking of the fear of being dominated by death and despair last night, as well as Chen Ping's crazy appearance, Ye Lisheng couldn't help but shudder.

The suffering she suffered has once again become a sharp knife used by men to hurt her while talking and laughing.

Ye Lisheng lowered his eyes, the knuckles of his fingers resting on the edge of the wheelchair turned white, and there was a slight smile on his lips: "Second Young Master Lu helped Yifan today, I am very grateful! As for my affairs, I don't need Second Young Master Lu to worry about it." Already!"

Lu Chengyi sneered: "Do you think I'm as idle as you? If the old man hadn't said something, do you think I'd like to take care of you?"

Ye Lisheng turned to look at him, and said without any compromise: "It's just right, I don't need Second Young Master Lu to take care of me either!"

Lu Chengyi was stabbed by her words, his expression darkened: "If you don't want me to care, who do you want to care about?"

"Bo Shaosi?"

It's the same routine as every fight, but without accident, it involves Bo Shaosi again.

Ye Lisheng didn't deny the words, but frowned: "What does Second Young Master Lu think?"

Lu Chengyi's cold eyes locked on Ye Lisheng tightly, his lips were full of sarcasm: "Thinking about it, Mr. Bo is meticulous in everything, even thinking of such things as preparing a new mobile phone and reissuing a mobile phone card!"

"It's no wonder you always want him to take care of you when things happen!"