Second Engagement: The CEO's Long Way to Chase His Wife

After another 10 minutes, Luo Xiaoxiao began to breathe steadily, and seemed to have fallen asleep from the pain.

The acupuncturist calmly pulled out the needles one by one and put them into the first aid box next to them.

Fortunately, I brought a pack of silver needles with me when I came here.

"The effect of the medicine has almost been cleaned up."

"What do you mean almost?" Ouyang Muyu looked over coldly.

"Cough," the doctor felt a little embarrassed to say such a thing for the first time, "Maybe Madam will wake up the next morning and have some..."

The doctor smiled inscrutablely, and the doctors behind him all understood what it meant.The special assistant immediately reacted, Wen Zhihua coughed embarrassingly, his eyes drifted.

Only Ouyang Muyu turned two corners to understand what the doctor's unexplained smile meant.

After the doctor left, Ouyang Muyu put the quilt on Luo Xiaoxiao's body with a sullen face, and adjusted the air conditioner to a suitable temperature.

Since Luo Xiaoxiao is fine, he should also clean up the person next door who is looking for death.

In the corridor, bodyguards stood at a distance of two meters, filling the entire corridor, so tightly guarded that a fly could not be allowed in.

The door of room 1205 was ajar, but was kicked open by Ouyang Muyu.When the light came in, the fishy smell dissipated, Mr. Li raised his eyelids with great effort, and saw the man against the light, his whole body glowing bloodthirsty.Ouyang Muyu took the white gloves respectfully handed over by his special assistant, with a treacherous smile on his lips.

The bodyguard on the side held up a tray, and there were cut out and cooled filth in it.

Ouyang Muyu approached Mr. Li, squatted down and pinched his chin, half of his face was buried in the shadow, his cold voice overflowed from his throat, like the sound of hell.

"Is it fun?"

Mr. Li trembled, and when he saw that this person was Ouyang Muyu, his pupils shrank tightly in fright.Severe pain came from between his legs, constantly stimulating his nerves.He cried and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I offended you by being blind, please let me go."

"Is it fun for me to ask you?" Ouyang Muyu breathed out like a blue and smiled, and looked like a devil in Mr. Li's eyes.

"It's not fun, it's not fun, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, please let me go, I won't dare to do it again next time!" Mr. Li shook his head like a rattle, he didn't care about dignity and pain at this time, and fear overflowed from the corners of his eyes tears.

If he knew that Han Nineteen was Ouyang Muyu's man, he wouldn't dare to make a hair of him even if he was killed!

It's all Ou Lin's fault, he's screwed him over!
Ouyang Muyu smiled slightly, "Is there a next time?"

"No! Not even once!" Mr. Li was out of his wits.

Ouyang Muyu seemed satisfied with his answer, smiled and patted his face with squinted eyes, then pinched President Li's jaw.Before Mr. Li understood what was going on, he stretched out his blue veins in his hand and pulled his jaw off with a "click".

23 stitches.

His Xiao Xiao received 23 stitches.

Soon, the bodyguard brought in a medical three-edged needle temporarily bought from a nearby pharmacy.They have been unpacked and neatly arranged on the tray. The bodyguard is facing the light, and the light is slightly diffused from the side of his body, reflecting the shining sharpness of the three-edged needles.

It was only a circle smaller than an embroidery needle, but Mr. Li's heart trembled when he saw it, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

[No one dares to offend him. 】

Suddenly, Ouyang Muyu was mentioned at a party in his mind, and he sighed at the conclusion he had drawn.At that time, he sneered in his heart and followed suit, but he thought to himself, what can a younger generation do?

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.

The coldness of the needle tip came into Mr. Li's eyes.

Jiangshan has talented people on behalf of the people, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

Because the chin was removed by Ouyang Muyu in advance, Mr. Li could only yell "ahhh" in pain, but he couldn't yell loudly.The bodyguard picked up the 23 three-edged needles placed in the tray with a blank expression, and pushed them into Mr. Li's flesh one by one.

Ouyang Muyu picked up the last needle with a smile in her eyes, and the three-edged needle on the white glove was actually somewhat holy.

"No one dares to do this." He murmured in a low voice next to Mr. Li's ear, it was the devil who made the final declaration.

In the next second, the three-edged needle pierced directly into the temple, and President Li's eyes widened.

yes……

No one dared to do anything to his people.

He shook his fat body and fell into a pool of blood on the ground. Ouyang Muyu took off the white gloves on his hands in disgust, and then wiped his hands with a wet tissue from his special assistant, as if there were countless bacteria on them.

The room was so quiet that the voice of the shadow could be heard.

"Collect the corpse."

Ouyang Muyu's thin lips parted slightly, her eyes were like snow and ice.

The special assistant looked at the corpse in the pool of blood expressionlessly, asked someone to move him to the bed, and then deleted the video from the monitor.Afterwards, he threatened the waiters and hotel supervisors present, and bought a woman in Mr. Li's name by the way.

He is very proficient at operating it, and seems to have done it countless times.

Everything is just an unclear murder.

No one dared to speak out.

In the presidential suite, Ouyang Muyu turned on the bedside lamp, and the orange light cast a warm glow.

There was a faint smell of blood on his body.

Luo Xiaoxiao lay naked under the blanket, her shoulders slipped, Ouyang Muyu covered her up calmly.

She slept deeply, but she didn't know that the next door had already lost a life because of her.

Ouyang Muyu stared at her tenderly.

I haven't seen her for more than two months, and during these 70 days, Ouyang Muyu is annoyed every day that she didn't spend more time with Luo Xiaoxiao.When I turned to the side, I thought that every time I came back, I would see Luo Xiaoxiao lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, breathing lightly and sweetly.

His fingertips touched the cool bedding.

There is no temperature.

The night was very deep, and the yearning went deep into the bone marrow, making Ouyang Muyu unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He wanted to see her, but he was afraid of frightening her.This time I came to Nanyan because she stayed here, but I couldn't find anything, when I saw Luo Xiaoxiao again, it would be like this.

There is lingering love in Ouyang Muyu's eyes.

If something really happened to Luo Xiaoxiao today, he was afraid that he would go crazy.

Xiao Xiao...

Ouyang Muyu murmured in her heart.

The little guy who can pull his emotions.

His fingers were entangled with Luo Xiaoxiao, and his fingertips were full of affection.

When the special assistant came in, he saw Ouyang Muyu holding Luo Xiaoxiao's hand, staring at her faintly.The special assistant gave a low cough to indicate his existence, and after seeing Ouyang Muyu paused, he began to report calmly: "I have already inquired, and there are three rooms on the entire floor. They are 1205, 1212 and 1217. I have given a warning to the other two rooms, and I believe they will not say anything."

And who dares to speak out?
Ouyang Muyu stared down at the ring on Luo Xiaoxiao's middle finger, thoughtfully: "If you say it, cut your tongue and feed it to the dog."

The special assistant nodded yes.

Ouyang's family has been in the mixed society for 300 years.But I don't know what's going on, but 50 years ago, when it comes to his grandfather's generation, he started clamoring to change his mind, and Jinpen quit.

But it can't stop third-party money rushing in.

Fifty years later, the Ouyang family stands between black and white, with one foot alive and one foot dead.

After the special assistant finished his report, he left the room and closed the door thoughtfully, leaving them a space to be alone.

Ouyang Muyu stared at her face lingeringly.

Thin.

The chin is pointy.

With distress, he brushed away the hair from the corner of Luo Xiaoxiao's mouth with his fingertips.

Her hair was still soft, even curving naturally because it was too thin.