Host special pet

Chapter 297 Fighting with Immortals
Yang Mo looked at An Zhe coldly, and the air instantly dropped to freezing point.

Leaning thinly and bonelessly in An Zhe's arms, Qingliu said timidly: "Zhe...don't quarrel with Mo'er Jie, it's my fault, it's because I can't make her like it, it's because I made her angry, she hit me I'm also angry, it's okay..."

An Zhe and Yang Mo looked at each other, and after Qingliu said those words, their eyes became colder. They picked up Qingliu and walked towards us.

The door closed again, and Yang Mo felt a tingling pain in his head. He kept supporting himself on the desk, and his heart was suffocatingly painful.

The door opened again, and the assistant came in: "Ma'am... are you okay?"

Yang Mo waved his hand, his vision was a little blurred, his eyes fell on the computer screen, just about to do something, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

The assistant went over to check in fright, raised his hand to the people in the office and said, "Look at the people in the conference room! I'll take the president to the hospital."

The employee nodded and ran out, and the assistant drove to the hospital with Yang Mo in his arms.

As soon as Jiejing stepped into the hospital, he saw An Zhe's assistant waking up in the car holding Yang Mo, and went to help.

After checking again, Yang Mo also woke up. He sat beside Yang Mo and showed her the test sheet: "Signs of spread, your assistant has gone back."

Yang Mo just glanced at him, then stretched out his hand to stroke his face: "What is there to be afraid of, a dying person?" She got off the ground and walked outside the hospital.

Jiejing was watching outside, and suddenly asked: "Are you sure you won't give people any chance to breathe?"

"Then who will give me a chance?" Yang Mo paused, and slowly turned to look at him.

I have to admit, that guy's companion hosts are really good-looking, each one is unique, and each one is enough to make people obsessed and crazy about it.

"Those shareholders won't be able to bear it anymore. When the time comes, I will charge them as much as they throw away. This is the only way you can help me at the moment."

"Yang Mo... I want you to repay my efforts..." Jiejing gritted his teeth, lowered his head, the thoughts in his eyes were difficult to understand.

"Repay?" Yang Mo approached him step by step, stroking his face with one hand: "Repay..."

She took Jiejing to his house, and the door of the room was gently closed inside.

night.

Yang Mo didn't go back, she just woke up, just sitting on the sofa wearing a thin shirt, holding a notebook in her hand, and reading some materials.

The next day.

Yang Mo still went to the company, but this time she went directly to the meeting room. She was hungry for three days, but she still compromised in fear that her family did not call the police.

Yang Mo was also 'legal' in their hands and got what she wanted.

She gave a portion of the funds to An's turnover, and gave the rest to Yang's to bring the company back to life.

Back in the office, An Zhe sat on the sofa.Seeing her come back, she asked immediately, "Why didn't you go back last night?"

"Stomach cancer spread into the hospital, so I just went to solve my physical needs." Yang Mo sat in the office, and he didn't need to look at An Zhe to know that her face was ugly.

But the executors have experienced many things, and there is nothing in their hearts that can easily arouse their emotions.

"You went to find Jiejing!" An Zhe stood up, with a gloomy face, strode up to Yang Mo, and stared at her closely: "Is it because I can't satisfy you?"

Yang Mo raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently: "An Zhe, what identity are you thinking of warning me? Or are you saying? You want me too?"

An Zhe looked at Yang Mo in front of him as a stranger, so strange that they seemed to have never known each other.

His Mo'er shouldn't be like this, she is gentle, she loves herself, and she is so kind-hearted.

But why did this in front of her give him a feeling of repulsion.

It was as if she never knew herself.

In those unemotional eyes, there was no tenderness that could always be seen when he looked at Yang Mo before.

Even though he knew that Yang Mo had always been extreme and disobedient.

Seeing that she has never done anything out of line, now she not only does it, she doesn't even do what she promised.

she!I don't have myself anymore!
This sentence suddenly appeared in An Zhe's heart, causing him to be surrounded by layers of fear from the bottom of his heart.

pain!
It hurt like a knife was cutting, as if a piece of my heart had been dug out, and the blood kept dripping down.I lost all my strength and my mind went blank.

The bottomless eyes gradually became cold, and the sadness turned into endless anger: "Do you want me to lock you up again? This way, you will be safe, right?"

Yang Mo's face turned pale, and sadness wrapped her up.But looking at his face became colder and colder, as if they had some kind of feud.

"You can try!" She left a sentence, took out a contract from the drawer and smashed it on the table: "An Zhe! I never loved you, you can do it yourself."

She walked around the desk, took her bag and walked outside.

She doesn't want to stay here for a minute, under the avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent.This body was healthy at the beginning, why is it like this now? Could it be that they didn't wake up at all?

"Yang Mo! You forced me!" An Zhe was controlled rationally by the examination room. Seeing that she was about to walk, he picked her up and walked into the rest room. The door of the rest room was slammed shut inside.

Two days later.

The door of Jie Jing's house was knocked open by Yang Mo. Jie Jing opened the door and saw that his face was pale and his body was purple and blue. His eyes were startled, then darkened, and he picked him up and closed the door.

While rummaging through the medicine box at home, Fei couldn't help cursing: "Beast!"

Yang Mo was lying powerlessly on the sofa, taking in more air and leaving less air.

After being tortured and passed out in the office lounge that day, she was locked up.

She was in the late stage of stomach cancer, and An Zhe didn't give her food, which made her fall ill and almost died.

It took almost all her strength to break the chain that locked her and escape here.

"Hold on, I'll treat the wound for you." Jie Jing carefully treated the wound on her wrist and ankle with cotton wool. Although it was still very light, her body trembled uncontrollably every time she touched it.

Jiejing's heart ached, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't tell whether it was from his hatred or from the pain.

After the treatment and bandaging, Yang Mo leaned against his arms and passed out.

Jiejing took a hot towel to wipe off the sweat on her face, put her back in the room, hung up the nutrient solution on her, and then went out, closing the door gently.

Put on the bluetooth, walk into the kitchen, make a call, and then get busy.

When the connection was made over there, his tone was cold: "Take it, take all the equity thrown by Anshi! I want Anshi to die!"

"Boss, this is a trouble for you. An Zhe will also take back the shares in those shares."

"Then pay a high price! An's has long been an empty shell! Let the people over there find something for An's to do! I think they are tired of living a leisurely life!"

Move the woman, move it on my head!

He hung up the phone and was busy preparing in the kitchen skillfully.

(End of this chapter)