Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Amid the contemptuous and sneering comments of the crowd, Dong Xi felt extremely ashamed and wanted to leave several times.

But every time, Song Ya kept her at the right place and even pushed her to the center of attention, making her be fooled like a monkey.

The atmosphere reached a climax as Dong Xi made a fool of himself again and again, and everyone's malice was magnified to the extreme amid the laughter.

They seemed to have torn Dong Xi's skirt unintentionally, but were afraid of Jiang Mosui, so they did not completely tear off and crush her dignity.

But that's about it.

Dong Xi cried and begged to leave, but was suddenly pushed to the ground.

She got up again and again, but was kicked to the ground again and again.

Song Ya, who was surrounded in the front, sat high at the bar. She held a glass of red wine elegantly, her eyes half closed, and her gaze at Dong Xi was so contemptuous as if she was looking at a disgusting insect.

But now, time has passed and the person lying on the ground is herself.

"How does it feel?"

Qing Wan lowered his eyes lazily and approached, stepping on the bloody drops on the ground.

She was still smiling, her tone was ambiguous and nonchalant, but the next second -

"boom!"

Song Ya, who was lying on the ground, was kicked by her and slammed against the wall. The solid muffled sound could not even cover up her cry of pain.

Qing Wan did not restrain the force of this kick at all. If Song Ya did not have her spiritual power to support her, she would probably have died on the spot.

Then she waved her hand, and Song Ya, who was covered in blood and gasping for breath, was lifted in front of her through the air.

"Five people attacked me that night, two tore my skirt, and three kicked me six times when I was trying to get up."

"Baby." Qing Wan's eyes were full of affection. His slender white fingers clasped behind Song Ya's head. He leaned close to her and teased her ambiguously: "I'll put their bad debt on you first, okay?"

"No...not me..."

Qing Wan smiled and lightly touched the wound on her abdomen with her other hand.

"Don't worry, this is just a small amount of interest. We can slowly settle the rest of the debt."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingwan's hand that was clasped behind Song Ya's head suddenly exerted force, grabbed her hair and threw her directly onto the hospital bed.

The sudden noise outside the door, accompanied by the sound of messy and anxious footsteps, made Song Ya, who was extremely frightened and resentful, suddenly burst into great hope.

It must be Jiang Mo who followed them!

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come and see for yourself how this monster kills people!

Song Ya stared at the door, her eyes were so big that they almost burst with blood, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

Just when all the cries were about to burst out of her chest, she suddenly saw the person in front of her giving her a vicious smile.

The next second, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.

The blood on her body disappeared completely, replaced by large patches of scarlet blood on her white hospital gown.

The position and size are exactly the same as she just now.

Song Ya was completely stunned. Before her blank mind could react, she saw Qing Wan's expression change, and in an instant she fell to the ground, pale and weak.

He even deliberately laid on the area where she had bled the most!

"boom!"

The door of the ward was kicked open. Jiang Mosui and Song Yanshu, who rushed in, were almost scared crazy when they saw the scene inside.

The person they had been looking for all morning was now lying on the ground covered in blood, curled up, holding his abdomen with his hands and breathing hard.

Song Yanshu was so shocked by the scene that he was unable to react. On the contrary, Jiang Mosui called out "Qing Wan" in a hoarse and trembling voice and then staggered over.

"Xixi..."

Jiang Mosui's pupils were shrinking due to extreme fear. He fell to his knees in front of Qing Wan, his hands shaking, at a loss.

It's all blood.

what to do……

It's all blood...

Jiang Mosui couldn't breathe as if his throat was choked, and his dizzy vision was filled with scarlet blood.

"Don't be afraid, Xixi, don't be afraid."

He picked the person up carefully with trembling hands, repeating this sentence over and over again, not knowing whether he was comforting Qing Wan or himself.

The dean, who had been busy with the work, almost fainted when he saw this scene. He nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and hurriedly called for people to prepare the emergency room.

"Mr. Jiang, turn left, the emergency room is right in front!"

The dean followed Jiang Mo and yelled at the top of his lungs. A group of people rushed over there. It took less than a minute.

Song Yanshu, who was left standing, turned pale. He caught a glimpse of the blood all over the floor and reached out to hold on to the door frame as if he could not stand.

"Mr. Song?"

The bodyguard behind him uttered a worried sound and was about to reach out to help subconsciously when he saw Song Yanshu suddenly take a big step forward and rush in.

"Snapped!"

Song Ya's expression went blank for a moment after being slapped in the face. Before she could sort out her thoughts, Song Yanshu grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

"Yaya, it's because I haven't been angry with you in the past few years, so you feel that it doesn't matter if you cross the red line, right?"

Song Yanshu lowered his voice and whispered in Song Ya's ear, his tone was slow and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

But the hand he was holding on Song Ya's neck was constantly tightening.

The latter continued to struggle on the brink of suffocation and death, and even the words he uttered were intermittent.

"No...it's not me...I...didn't..."

There were still traces of blood under Song Yanshu's feet. The scarlet blood was like fire, burning through the soles of his shoes and scalding his flesh.

He wondered how much pain his baby would feel.

Judging from the extension of the bloodstain, she must have been hidden under the bed.

She didn't dare make a sound every time they came in. Was Song Ya using Jiang Mosui as a bargaining chip again?

She is delicate and timid by nature, and will do whatever others want if they can control her a little.

If they hadn't discovered something in the surveillance and arrived in time, would she have quietly treated her wounds herself and pretended nothing had happened?

Song Yanshu couldn't make sense of the overwhelming emotions that were about to overwhelm him; he just felt as if his heart had been cut by a rusty, blunt knife.

The pain was so severe that even his breath tasted bloody.

He gasped softly as if he couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly loosened his grip just before Song Ya was about to faint.

The latter fell back on the bed, covered his neck with his hands, bent over and gasped.

"Yaya."

Song Yanshu closed his eyes and said in a restrained voice, "I chose you from among all the illegitimate children. I personally brought you from the Song family mansion to where I am today. Do you know what I like about you?"

He tilted his head to look at Song Ya and slightly pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Because you have absolutely no sense of shame or moral burden, and will do anything to achieve your goals. At the age of five or six, you dared to destroy your jealous sister. For me, you are a perfect partner."

"But now, you seem to be getting a little carried away."