The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

Jing Mochen didn't want to argue with Jing Zhenglin, and warned again, "Get out of the way, if you don't let the gun go off, it will be your heads!"

Those bodyguards finally showed fear, but without Jing Zhenglin's order, they still dare not let them go.

At this time, Yang Yuxi, who was already dying, suddenly grabbed Jing Mochen's sleeve.

"Yuxi, what's wrong?"

Jing Mochen's hand holding her was trembling, as was his voice.

"Can someone pour me a cup of boiling water? It needs to be hot, just boiled, I'm so thirsty."

Jing Mochen, who only cared about her injury in his mind, had already lost his ability to think, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the freshly boiled water.

No matter what Yang Yuxi said, he would agree.

He immediately asked someone to pour a cup of boiling water and put it on Yang Yuxi's lips, "Come, drink."

Yang Yuxi took the cup and didn't drink it.

The very light glass of water seemed to weigh a thousand catties in her hand, and her hands were shaking almost unbearably.

This miserable appearance made Jing Mochen feel so distressed that he wanted to cry.

"Let me feed you."

Yang Yuxi shook his head with difficulty, "No, I will do it myself."

She leaned against Jing Mochen's arms, brewed for a while, and finally gathered some strength.

The hand holding the water glass suddenly exhausted all its strength and splashed towards Yang Mingzhu's face who was not far away from her.

"Ah, my face!"

The scalding boiling water splashed all over Yang Mingzhu's delicate face, causing many blisters to appear on the originally fair skin.

The sharp pain hit, and Yang Mingzhu, who was defenseless, covered her face and screamed in pain.

Her sudden attack stunned both Jing Shiqing and Jing Zhenglin who was standing on the stairs on the second floor.

"Pearl!"

Jing Shiqing hurried over to support her.

"How are you, Pearl?"

"Mom, my face hurts so much, it hurts so much."

"Go and wash your face with cold water."

Jing Shiqing burst into tears, and took her to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

Jing Zhenglin also came to the first floor at this time.

Seeing Yang Yuxi pouring a cup of boiling water on his beloved granddaughter with his own eyes, he hated him so much that he wanted to kill someone.

"Jing Mochen, look at what kind of ruthless woman you are falling in love with!"

"If Mingzhu is disfigured, I will let her die without a place to bury her."

Yang Mingzhu smiled mockingly, and said angrily, "She disfigured me, and I poured boiling water on her, it's fair."

Jing Zhenglin was blocked by her so much that he wanted to cut off her hands, but with Jing Mochen protecting him, he could only hold back forcefully.

"Grandpa, I don't want to quarrel with you. If you stop me again, I will have to be knocked out of you."

Jing Mochen didn't even want to argue with Jing Zhenglin, so he issued a final warning.

There was a bloodthirsty light in his deep eyes, even Jing Zhenglin, who was killed in the hail of bullets, was shocked.

No more nonsense, Jing Mochen hugged Yang Yuxi horizontally, like Shura returning from hell.

"Come here, open the way, whoever dares to stop, you are welcome to headshot directly. You can try if you are desperate."

This time even Jing Mochen was holding a pistol in his hand, that posture was not a joke.

The bodyguard who was familiar with his temper was taken aback by his appearance, and did not dare to stop him when he walked out with Yang Yuxi in his arms.

Jing Zhenglin cursed angrily from behind.

"Jing Mochen, you are crazy, you treat your grandfather like this because of a woman."

As if Jing Mochen didn't hear it, his steps became faster, and soon disappeared from Jing Zhenglin's sight.

And Yang Yuxi in his arms completely passed out.

The blood on her back stained Jing Mochen's expensive suit red.

Jing Mochen kept patting her face lightly, his voice full of panic and fear.

"Yuxi, don't sleep, wake up quickly, and you will be able to go to the hospital if you persist."

He got into the car with her in his arms, and ordered hysterically to the driver in front, "Go to the hospital, hurry up."

The woman in her arms had pale lips and weak breathing, as if she could die at any moment.

Jing Mochen was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating, and he kept talking to her.

"Honey, you must be fine, hold on."

The driver in front also stepped on the accelerator to the maximum and galloped in the dark night.

Jing Mochen thought of something, and immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the hospital's senior management.

It is obviously only 10 minutes away from the Jingjia Villa to the nearest hospital.

However, Jing Mochen felt as long as half a century had passed.

The car stopped at the gate of the hospital.

The best doctors, the best nurses are already waiting there.

Yang Yuxi was sent to the operating room of the hospital in the shortest time, and the dazzling lights were turned on.

Jing Mochen stood outside the operating room, staring at the lights inside, feeling as if he was being tormented in a frying pan.

The handsome face is full of troubles and heartache.

Suddenly, he slammed his fist on the wall in pain, making a howling sound like a trapped animal.

It's all his fault. He shouldn't have left her alone on the set, causing her to be sent to Jing's villa and suffer so much.

If he had sent some people to protect her secretly after carrying out that punishment on Yang, things like this would not have happened today.

It was he who failed to protect her.

In the past few months of being married to him, she has suffered a lot.

Jing Mochen's eyes were red, as if dripping blood.

No wonder she has no feelings for him, and even hates him in her heart.

Being forced to marry him was already a painful thing for her, and it was also because he had endured so much suffering.

He is not a good husband and cannot give her the life she wants.

Even so, he still didn't want to let her leave his side.

Jing Mochen wiped his face, stared blankly at the operating room, a strong thought rose in his heart.

If something happened to Yang Yuxi, he would make Jing Shiqing and Yang Mingzhu pay for it!

He stood against the wall, and he didn't know how long it took until his legs were numb, and the light in the operating room was finally turned off.

When the door opened, he greeted it in three steps at a time.

"Doctor, how is she?"

"Young Master Jing, this young lady is seriously injured. She lost blood. Fortunately, she has already received a blood transfusion, and her injury is finally stabilized."

Jing Mochen's heart that had been hanging in the air finally fell back into his stomach.

As long as it's not life-threatening.

"But the cuts on her face are deep and I'm not sure if there will be any scars."

The doctor said in embarrassment.

I just hope that the young lady in front of me is not with a scarred body, otherwise with so many scars on her face, her life may be over.

Looking at the shocking face of his wife who was pushed out, Jing Mochen felt a strong heartache again.

"No matter what method you use, you must restore her face to its original state. Money is not a problem, please."

The doctor wiped his sweat again and again and said, "We will definitely try our best, try our best."

"Also, because her injury is too serious, she must be taken care of carefully to avoid wound infection.

If you have a fever at night, please inform the medical staff immediately. "

Jing Mochen wrote it down without any omissions, and personally pushed her to the VIP ward.