Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Lian Hongjie was no match for Mo Qing at all.

With his throat stuck by Mo Qing, he kicked hard and fell to the ground, and hit the back of Lian Hongjie's head hard against the wall twice.

Lian Hongjie's face was covered with blood in an instant, his head tilted, and he passed out.

Mo Qing stepped forward with a dagger, and stabbed Lian Hongjie in the back of the heart, like a blood-drenched Shura.

But when he turned around again, there was regret in his eyes.

"Jojo!"

Mo Qing had scratches on his forehead, so he knelt down to check Qiao Zhinuan's injuries.

As soon as he kicked open the door just now, he smelled a burst of bloody smell.

He firmly restrained his inner impulse.

He couldn't imagine if it was her blood...

He wanted to unlock Qiao Zhinuan's handcuffs, so he went to Lian Hongjie to find if, and if his hands were trembling, he could hardly get it into the keyhole.

Qiao Zhinuan had never seen him so flustered.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, "Mo Qing, I'm fine...I said I'd wait for you to come back."

The movements in Mo Qing's hands suddenly stopped.

He remembered the last words An Lisa said before he left in the castle.

She said: [I will wait for you to come back. 】

And the result of waiting for him to come back is to talk to him.

What are we talking about?

Are you talking about her leaving again?
Thinking of this, Mo Qing's heart twitched.

He took off Qiao Zhinuan's handcuffs, bent down to help her up, and bent down to hug her.

At this moment, Qiao Zhinuan suddenly realized that the person where Lian Hongjie was lying just now had disappeared!

All that was left was a pool of blood on the ground.

"even……"

Qiao Zhinuan saw him.

Holding a long knife, he thrust it towards Mo Qing.

"No!"

Qiao Zhinuan had no strength in his body, but as if all his strength had been aroused at this moment, he stretched out his hand to hold the blade.

The blade rubbed against the palm of his hand, causing bloodstains, and immediately pierced through his palm, piercing into Mo Qing's chest.

The location of the left ventricle.

Just then, there were two bangs.

Lian Hongjie's pupils dilated suddenly, and two blood holes appeared on his body. The blood flowed profusely. He staggered back two steps, and fell stiffly to the ground.

The knife was pulled out together, and Mo Qing spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

He was stabbed in the chest, and blood spattered on Qiao Zhinuan's face.

Qiao Zhinuan rushed over, grabbed him with his uninjured hand, and was brought over by him to the ground.

Mo Qing looked at her, and reached out to caress her face.

On Qiao Zhinuan's birthday, when he saw her smile at him, he thought to himself: If she is willing to hug her like this, if she is willing to smile at him like this, he will be content even if he dies.

Mo Qing opened his mouth, a big mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, his voice was very low, "You... are free."

Qiao Zhinuan cried bitterly.

She stretched out her hand to cover the wound on Mo Qing's chest, as if this would cover the wound.

However, all this is in vain.

Blood overflowed from between her fingers.

"Mo Qing, you can't be so selfish. You were the one who forced me to stay by your side. How could you just say let go? You promised me that you would talk to me when you came back. I have a lot to say to you. , wake up, don't sleep..."

She figured it out.

Whether it's Mo Siting or Mo Qing, they are all alone.

They both exist within her, occupying the same place.

She has been deceiving herself, pretending not to care, and pretending to be arrogant. She has fallen in love with him a long time ago.

Even if it's arrogant and possessive, even if it's all Mo Si Ting's flaws and the secondary personality split out by the spread of the dark side, it's still Mo Si Ting!
She lay on Mo Qing's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I love you, Mo Qing."

It was Mo Qing, not Mo Siting.

…………

The basement was a mess.

In fact, it only took 5 minutes from when Mo Qing arrived to when Lian Hongjie finally died after being shot twice.

When Wei Jingtian arrived, he saw the mess all over the place.

His mind went blank for a second, and he immediately turned around and shouted, "Call an ambulance! Quick!"

Merlin is right behind.

She also froze.

Although she also knew that this situation was a race against time, she was also shocked by the scene in front of her.

I didn't expect...to be so tragic.

When Qiao Zhinuan woke up, it was already four days later.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

She suddenly felt that this was still the days in Anlisa Castle, and those bloody and cruel injuries were all a nightmare.

When you wake up from the dream, nothing exists.

Still the same as before.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

The little nurse came in with a clip, and was just about to take Qiao Zhinuan's temperature and infuse fluids as a routine. Standing by the bed, seeing Qiao Zhinuan's eyes opened, she was confused for a moment, and with a beep, she glanced at the temperature.

"The temperature has finally dropped, 36 degrees eight..."

and many more.

She reacted suddenly, and stared at Qiao Zhinuan with wide eyes in astonishment.

"Are you awake? You are awake!"

The little nurse jumped three feet high, with an indelible elation in her voice, and rushed out of the door in high spirits, and she could hear her announcing the good news from near and far along the way.

"Wake up! Six beds are awake!"

After hearing the news, Zhong Ze hurried over.

He came over, "Sister Xiao Qiao, you are finally awake."

He stroked his chest, he had never been so worried and afraid before.

He still remembered Mo Siting's last entrustment to him before he disappeared, that is, to protect Qiao Zhinuan at all times.

When he looked at Qiao Zhinuan who was carried out of the ambulance with his face covered in blood, he was so frightened that he lost his soul.

Qiao Zhinuan stretched her arms to get up, felt dizzy for a while, and fell back heavily on the pillow.

Zhong Ze hurried over to support Qiao Zhinuan.

"You have a slight concussion in your brain, lie down and rest first, and don't move around."

Qiao Zhinuan was holding a layer of gauze on her forehead, and a layer of gauze around her neck.

She raised her right hand, which was wrapped in gauze like a bear's paw.

Zhong Ze said: "Your right hand was pierced by a sharp knife. The best doctor in our hospital has already repaired the nerve line in the palm of your hand. Don't worry, it will be fine."

"What about him?" Qiao Zhinuan asked.

Zhong Ze talked about other things, but he didn't want Qiao Zhinuan to ask.

But finally asked out.

He laughed and laughed, "It's okay, Lao Mo is fine, anyway, he is also a special soldier, and his body is very strong..."

"Doctor Zhong."

Qiao Zhinuan interrupted Zhong Ze's words.

"Lian Hongjie stabbed his left heart."

Zhong Ze pursed his lips, and the line of his lips became white.

He knew that he couldn't hide it from Qiao Zhinuan now, so he simply told the truth.

"Old Mo gave first aid in the ambulance, and then Director Fu and I were in the operating room. After emergency rescue for nearly eight hours, his life was saved. He is still in the intensive care unit. observe."

Qiao Zhinuan closed her eyes deeply.

There is still life.

There is life, everything will be fine.

Qiao Zhinuan lay on the bed for a while again, "Doctor Zhong, help me up, I want to see him."

"Don't go!"

Zhong Ze suddenly stopped her.

Qiao Zhinuan frowned, "Why?"

She was nervous, "Are you lying to me? Mo Qing is dead?!"

The heart she had just put down was lifted up again in an instant.

She remembered the mouthful of blood he spat out before he passed out.

She struggled to get up, Zhong Ze had no choice but to ask the little nurse to push a wheelchair over and hugged Qiao Zhinuan up.

Qiao Zhinuan was dizzy, holding the sides of the wheelchair, and tightly closed her eyes.

Zhong Ze said: "Old Mo is not dead, I dare to give you affirmation, but..."

He was just afraid that Qiao Zhinuan would not be able to bear it after seeing it.

Zhong Ze waved his hand, told the little nurse to leave, and pushed Qiao Zhinuan to the intensive care unit.

At this time, it was night.

The VIP floor of the inpatient department is very quiet, and the lights are very bright, reflecting on the white tiles on the ground, dazzlingly bright.

Qiao Zhinuan squinted her eyes to get used to it, and Zhong Ze pushed open the door of the intensive care unit.

He was lying on the hospital bed, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were tightly closed, and the curled eyelashes covered his eyelids.

There was a tube in his nose, breathing in and out, and a layer of white mist had already been cast on the oxygen mask.

In the infusion bottle on the infusion stand, the liquid dripped drop by drop.

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes were red and she covered her mouth.

Zhong Ze pushed her out to calm her down.

"Sister Xiao Qiao, it's nothing. Back then, Lao Mo had undergone extreme training. His body was all trained and he had been shot by bullets. Such a knife is really nothing."

Qiao Zhinuan raised her head and looked at Zhong Ze with teary eyes, "Really?"

Zhong Ze's heart tightened when Qiao Zhinuan looked at him with such clear eyes.

Gritting his teeth, he still concealed the truth, "Really!"

Qiao Zhinuan sniffled and took a few deep breaths, "Push me in, I won't make a sound."

Zhong Ze wanted to persuade, but seeing Qiao Zhinuan's firm appearance.

"Forget it, you can only stay in there for half an hour, at most," Zhong Ze said, "You just woke up and need to rest, or when Lao Mo wakes up and you fall ill, when Lao Mo wakes up, you will fall ill. You have to peel me off."

Zhong Ze sighed, instructed Qiao Zhinuan to pay attention, turned around and went out and closed the door behind him.

Qiao Zhinuan quietly looked at the man lying on the hospital bed.

She stretched out her left hand, reached into the quilt, and held his right hand.

His hands are cold.

Qiao Zhinuan leaned over, propped his elbows on the edge of the hospital bed, and held his cold hand to his lips.

She remembered that when her feet were cold, he unbuttoned his clothes and put her feet on his belly.

She was ashamed and ashamed at the time, but he insisted on helping him warm up.

"Aren't you very capable? Why are you lying here without moving?"

He still didn't move, just lying quietly like a static sculpture.

Qiao Zhinuan's hot tears filled her eyes again, she forcibly held back the tears, and kissed the back of his hand, "Wake up...please."