Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

The wolfdog was ferocious, but Mu Qingqian ignored her weak body and shouted while hitting and kicking it with the plate of marinated meat, one to drive it away, and the other to attract the wolfdog's attention.

She succeeded, and the wolfhound's attention shifted to her. She then threw the plate of braised meat far away, and the wolfhound chased the plate, which was covered with residual meat sauce.

Mu Qingqian immediately ran to untie the ropes on Little Pudding, but before she could do so, the door of the warehouse slammed shut.

Then the muzzle of the wolfhound opened, and one of the wolfhounds shifted its target to them again. After all, there was only one plate of braised meat.

As the muzzle opened, the wolfdog's eyes became sharper and sharper, staring fixedly at the living creature in front of it. Mucus dripped from its open mouth onto the ground.

"Woof! Woof..."

The roaring barking of a dog echoed horribly in the warehouse, and its four limbs suddenly rushed towards Mu Qingqian and Little Pudding.

The other wolfhound was not to be outdone. How could a plate of braised meat compare to the deliciousness of fresh flesh and blood? It ran after it, barking non-stop as it ran, excited by the fresh flesh and blood.

“Woof!” “Woof!”

“Woof!” “Woof!”

Mu Qingqian had not yet completely untied the rope on Little Pudding, it was too late. At the critical moment, she quickly threw Little Pudding and the chair to the ground, and then threw her body completely on him, protecting Little Pudding tightly from head to toe, leaving no room for the dog to bite her child.

She had completely disregarded her own safety. First, a wolfhound pounced on her. She could feel its strong limbs stepping on her back, but she did not flinch at all and firmly protected the child under her.

The wolfhound opened its mouth wide over her and bit straight down on her neck.

"Ah!" With a scream, the sharp teeth bit into the neck, piercing deeply into the flesh and gnawing on the bones, and blood gushed out in an instant.

Another wolfhound bit her feet. She endured the severe pain but still did not loosen her weak body to keep her child safe.

"Mom! Woo woo ..."

Little Pudding cried and screamed, extremely anxious but there was no way he could save his mother.

At the tragic moment, the door of the warehouse was broken open and two men rushed in.

Xiao Wuyang, with his bare hands, used his natural dog-beating skills to knock the wolfdog off Mu Qingqian with one punch.

At the same time, Leng Qianhan took a big wooden stick in both hands and hit another wolfdog on the head with one stick. The wolfdog ran away howling.

Mu Qingqian and Xiaobuding were finally rescued, but Mu Qingqian was bleeding profusely, with blood coming out of his neck and feet.

She was still protecting her child in a pool of blood. She raised her head as she lay dying on the child, smiled at the child, and said to the child with the last bit of her strength:

"Baby, mommy can finally protect you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his head fell down instantly and he fell into the child's arms with peace of mind.

"mom!"

"Qingqian!"

"Qingqian!"

The three of them shouted in panic. Mu Qingqian had fainted. The blood was flowing more and more, and the floor of the warehouse was stained red. It was almost like a river of blood.

The hospital gave him emergency treatment and the surgery took a long time. The final result was shock due to excessive blood loss. Although he still had vital signs, his brain was dead and he was no different from a vegetative state. The chance of him waking up was almost zero.

On the hospital bed, Mu Qingqian's neck was wrapped in thick gauze and her feet were also bandaged. The liquid from the hanging needle dripped slowly into her body.

Although she was seriously injured and in critical condition, her face was peaceful, as if she had completed her mission and left the world peacefully.

But many people who loved her were crying, and there were many people gathered in the ward, creating an atmosphere of deep pain and oppression.

Mu's mother fainted from crying, and Mu's father's eyes were red from crying, but they couldn't fall down because they were worried about their daughter and also needed to take care of his wife.

Leng Shizun was in tears and filled with grief. Why was God so unfair and cruel? He wanted Qingqian to bear all the suffering!

She was obviously so good and kind. She saved his life when they were children despite the danger. Now she saved his great-grandson from the mouth of a ferocious wolfdog, but she herself was seriously injured by the dog and fell into a coma.

Everyone in the Leng family, young and old, owed her and felt sorry for her. He wished that he, an old man, could bear everything for her, but God was so heartless that he didn't give them any chance to repay or atone for their sins!

Yin Lanju and Leng Bingnuo were crying beside them, their tears kept falling and they couldn't wipe away the tears.

Leng Qianhan and Xiao Wuyang were so sad that their throats were choked with sobs. They were unable to speak and could only shed tears silently.

Even An Yanshang hung his head and remained silent. He had already decided that nothing could be done to save the situation. The heavens were really unfair to Mu Qingqian!

Only Little Pudding didn't shed tears. He had shed enough tears in the warehouse.

He looked at his mother lying on the hospital bed and listened to the intermittent crying in the ward. The atmosphere was depressing and gloomy.

In this atmosphere, Little Pudding resolutely said: "Okay, stop crying, my mother is not dead yet! I believe my mother will come back to life!"

He was obviously only a child of a few years old, but he took on the responsibility of scolding these adults, which was also a comfort.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Under his loud scolding, Yin Lanju and Leng Bingnuo couldn't help crying twice, one after another.

Little Pudding was annoyed and very dissatisfied, and cast a fierce look over:

"Especially grandma and aunt, please stop crying here, it will affect my mother's recovery!

And you, you, you, whoever is crying, get out! If my mother doesn't die, she will be killed by you!"

Little Pudding pointed at all the adults in the room. He believed in science and metaphysics.

Everyone was cheered up, put away their sadness, and took good care of Qingqian, whom they loved the most.

But for many days, even a month, Mu Qingqian showed no signs of waking up.

The wound on her foot was not serious and had healed, and the wound on her neck had also healed visibly, but she had no breath and lay quietly on the bed as if she had already died.

Little Pudding never gave up and never showed any sadness or despair. He fetched the violin and played the violin for his mother day and night in an attempt to wake her up.

But after playing the violin over and over again for half a month, my mother still didn't move at all, and her electrocardiogram remained low and never rose or fell.

Little Pudding is very stubborn. He keeps playing the violin even when his hands become numb. No amount of adult advice can stop him.

Until the patient in the next ward said: "Child, maybe your mother just needs a long sleep, let her sleep quietly. You keep playing the violin and it might disturb her, and she won't be able to rest well."

Little Pudding finally put down the violin, but he could no longer remain strong and tears welled up in his eyes. In fact, he knew that he was just deceiving himself.

My mother had been injured many times and had always been in poor health. This time, she was seriously injured by a wolfhound while trying to save him. It was a miracle that she still had vital signs.

It was his greed that hoped his mother would wake up, spend the rest of her life with him, and give him motherly love and happiness.