Hi, My Adorable Sweet Wife

Chapter 1707 Blood Slamming On Ruan Mengmeng

"Mo Shao, the voice came from Miss Ruan's room on the second floor. Okay, it seems to be the voice of a housekeeper ..."

The guard guarding the door whispered.

Seeing Zhan Mo's face in the dark the more he heard the colder, in the end, he almost dared not continue.

"Go up and see." Zhan Mo's already somber face glowed with frost.

He strode into the cottage.

Hearing his subordinates confirm that the scream came from Ruan Mengmeng's room. Even if the strange feeling rising from the chest was strongly suppressed, the anxiety in the heart gradually expanded.

...

When Zhan Mo came to the second floor room, the guard outside the door was slamming into the door.

The door was locked from the inside, and even if the key was taken, it could not be opened.

"Get out." Zhan Mo's eyes sank fiercely, and he stepped forward and opened the solid wood door that was originally motionless.

The heavy wooden door fell suddenly, Zhan Mo stepped into the room at first, and even the lights were too late, he quickly walked towards the big bed inside.

The other men behind him immediately pressed the light switch in the room.

The room where the five fingers were not reached was suddenly illuminated.

Zhan Mo's narrow, dark eyes narrowed slightly. Under the light, he finally saw the scene on the bed.

I saw the little woman he had raised ‘white and fat’ a few days ago, but I have n’t seen it for half a month, and I ’ve become ‘pale and thin’.

Ruan Mengmeng fell to the bed with a dying breath, her face was very pale and weak, and her whole face was pale, even her lips were cracked.

And she was biting her pale, dry lips so hard that she even shed her blood.

But even more alarming was the cut on her arm.

On her white arm, a long slit was cut by the knife, and blood was flowing outwards, staining the pale white sheets.

The contrast between red and white looks so dazzling.

"You ..." Zhan Mo approached subconsciously, trying to hug Ruan Mengmeng on the bed.

But he was just approaching, but he saw the woman who had closed her eyes, frowned and bit her lip, and opened her eyes.

The crystal clear apricot eyes in those memories were now filled with despair and precaution.

"Don't ... touch me ..." She said these four words in a trembling voice, each of them revealing a strong resistance to him.

At that moment, Zhan Mo stood by the bed, watching the woman's stubborn and pale face, a kind of guilt and regret that had never swept towards him.

This is the feeling that Zhan Mo has lived for nearly two decades and has never experienced.

He has always been high above him, and now he is dust-free.

Except that his family was qualified to let him care, Zhan Mo never touched any outsider.

Not even, like now, confused.

"Go to the doctor ... find a maid to bandage the lady, hurry up."

Since Ruan Mengmeng didn't want him to touch, he could only step back.

He did so not because he was afraid of Ruan Mengmeng's warning, but because he was afraid that she would struggle and move around, hurt herself and involve the wound.

"Mo Shao, this is the housekeeper Wang. His right hand was broken, and this ... This knife is stained with blood, and it should be the weapon that hurt Miss Ruan."

His subordinates handed a small eyebrow trimmer wrapped in a handkerchief.

There were big straight men in the room, but no one knew that this small blade was an eyebrow trimmer.

Starting from the entrance, Zhan Mo locked her eyes on Ruan Mengmeng.

There was no energy to pay attention to the housekeeper who fell to the ground, holding his wrists and rolling, sorely screaming.

Until this moment, when he saw the blood-stained blade, his deep and dark eyes fell on the housekeeper who had been lifted up by his subordinates, his face pale and sweaty.

He wanted to know what was going on in the room while he was away.

(End of this chapter)