Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

After all, his strength alone cannot match several people.

Su Zhaohuan was lifted by a bodyguard and kicked the fruit knife in his hand, and then pressed it against the wall.

A stopped woman nearby yelled, "Don't hurt him!"

The man came over, broke the woman's chin, looked at her tear-stained face, "Why are you crying?"

He kissed her directly and fiercely. From Lin Qiao's angle, he could even see him sticking his tongue into the woman's mouth.

The woman bit down hard.

The man snorted, spit bloody saliva on the ground, and slapped the woman hard, "Counter! While talking sweetly to me, use my money to support this little boy?"

There was a slap, and another slap, "You still dare to bite me, believe it or not, I will reward you to those people right now, and let those people take your turn!"

Lin Qiao has seen this woman before.

That day when Lin Qiao went back to deliver things to Mrs. Zhang, she happened to meet Su Zhaohuan on the stairs, and Su Zhaohuan was the woman who hugged her.

Lin Qiao and Song Wanqian hid behind the trash can.

Song Wanqian's eyes were red, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she wanted to go out.

She had already stood up, Lin Qiao grabbed Song Wanqian's arm, and whispered: "Are you going to die?! Wait! I have a solution!"

If you can't call the police...

But she knew a very powerful special forces soldier.

After calling Mo Siting, Lin Qiao and Song Wanqian hid behind the trash can without daring to move or make a sound.

Mo Siting's words still echoed in his ears: "Where are you hiding now, don't go out, I'll be right there."

Lin Qiao didn't know why she obeyed Mo Siting's words.

From the very beginning when he came to her, she began to have this sense of security with him.

Su Zhaohuan was pressed to the ground, with one hand stretched out on the ground, being stepped on.

"You cut off one of my fingers just now, and I will chop off one of yours now."

The man held a fruit knife in his hand, and there was still a little blood on the sharp blade.

Misha yelled, "No!"

However, the knife finally fell down.

The excruciating pain spread from the fingers to the bottom of my heart, and blood burst from the wound.

Misha even cried silently, looking at the neatly shaved fingers, her eyes became dull.

In fact, Su Zhaohuan was not her first man.

But she was Su Zhaohuan's first woman.

Before, she might have been a little perfunctory towards Su Zhaohuan, and even had a little interest in it, but now she is completely stunned.

This is the first man whose finger was severed because of her.

The man didn't give up.

He raised his foot and kicked Su Zhaohuan hard on the chin. Su Zhaohuan was pinned down by three bodyguards, unable to move, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Dare to touch my woman, it's not a matter of one finger, boy," the man turned the fruit knife in his hand and lifted it up, "I'm going to abolish one of your hands now, the right hand."

The man's hand wearing the gold ring was raised high, and the blade of the fruit knife was dazzled by the street lamp above his head, reflecting a cold light.

Zheng sound.

A small stone flew over from mid-air and just hit the man's wrist.

The man was in pain, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

A police car with flashing lights stopped, and Song Feng turned on the dome lights and sounded the alarm before getting out of the car with his men.

Several people were so frightened that they immediately ran away, "Police! There are police!"

"Run!"

Song Feng's subordinates are not the kind of policemen who sit in the office all day and enjoy their free wages. They are all experienced, but within 3 minutes, a group of people were arrested and brought to the police car.

Mo Siting glanced at Su Zhaohuan, who was supported by two policemen, his finger was severed, and the blood was still dripping down.

"Song Feng, take him to the hospital immediately, the fingers can still be connected."

Song Feng nodded, "Si Ting, where's the girl?"

Song Feng looked around, but he didn't seem to see anyone.

Mo Siting had already walked towards the huge trash can behind the corner of the street.

"Lin Qiao?"

Mo Siting moved the trash can aside, revealing the two people hiding behind it.

Lin Qiao was already petrified, his eyes were blurred and his vision was not focused.

When he was pulled out by Mo Siting, he was so frightened that he was about to step back.

"Lin Qiao, it's me."

Only then did Lin Qiao see Mo Siting.

"Mo Siting?"

"Well, it's me."

In a hurry, she pulled Mo Siting's sleeve, "Hurry up! Hurry up, my brother..."

"It has been saved."

Su Zhaohuan was helped into the ambulance.

Beside her was Misha who was already in tears.

His gaze flicked over there, and just happened to land on Lin Qiao.

Lin Qiao was also quite frightened, so Song Feng and the others split into two groups. On the one hand, Song Feng escorted the police car to the police station, and on the other hand, Mo Siting took them into the ambulance and went to the hospital.

Although Su Zhaohuan's injuries were severe, they were all skin injuries, except that he broke two ribs when he was punched and kicked, and the broken fingers needed to be reattached.

Fortunately, the incision was smooth and the time was in time, so the operation went smoothly.

Outside the ward, Lin Qiao stood at the door, looking in from the window above the ward.

Misha came back from fetching water, "Hey, it's you, are you here to see Zhaohuan? Please come in."

Before Lin Qiao could react, she was invited in by Misha as if it was a gift from the host.

Sang Lie was talking to Su Zhaohuan in the ward.

Su Zhaohuan was lying on the hospital bed. At this time, his chest and ribs were still in the repair stage, and he could not move freely. When he saw Lin Qiao coming in, he leaned up with his arms.

Misha hurried over and added a cushion behind him.

"Didn't the doctor tell you not to move around? Lin Qiao is your sister, not someone else."

Sang Lie raised his eyebrows and glanced at Misha.

After Misha was busy, she poured water for Sang Lie, let Lin Qiao sit down, and washed her a fruit plate, as if they were all visiting guests.

Su Zhaohuan felt his temples throbbing, "Misha, go to the supermarket opposite the hospital and buy me two boxes of milk."

Misha said, "I'll just call and ask them to deliver it..."

"You go, it's too late to deliver." Su Zhaohuan said with his eyes closed.

Misha took the wallet and left the ward.

It was quiet in the ward.

Sang Lie came over and sat down next to Lin Qiao, "You saved Zhaohuan this time." He glanced at Su Zhaohuan, "Aren't you usually a hero who saves the beauty? This time it's good, it's your turn. It became a beauty saving a hero."

Lin Qiao lay beside the coffee table, lowered her head, peeled the orange, picked a piece of orange and put it on the tip of her tongue, she frowned.

"It's so sour."

Sang Lie laughed, and nodded Lin Qiao's forehead, "You girl."

He stood up and walked to Su Zhaohuan, "I still have something to do and make a phone call."