After wearing a book, marry a villain in a vegetative state

Mo Yu was woken up by a burst of pungent chemical taste.

He coughed a few times before he could see his surroundings clearly.

There are discarded plastic barrels that are one person tall on the side, and there is a rusty machine that does not know what to do not far away, as well as iron cans and messy waste scattered everywhere.

It should be an old factory.

He found that his hands and feet were tied, and he was leaning against a huge iron can. Mo Yu'an, who was with him, had disappeared, but Xiao Qiyun, who had been pulled out of various tubes, was lying on the ground not far away. , Qi Hao was also tied up and thrown there, and he is also in a coma.

Mo Yu felt his body and found no obvious discomfort, so he was slightly relieved.

He twisted his body, changed his direction with difficulty, and then squirmed towards Xiao Qiyun.

Fortunately, they were not far apart, so he moved over with a little effort.

But he was still thankful from the bottom of his heart, fortunately, it was late autumn, and the clothes he was wearing were quite thick, otherwise he would definitely be scratched all over his body if he moved like this.

He put his face on Xiao Qiyun's chest and listened carefully.

He was relieved to find that Xiao Qiyun's heart was still beating, as long as he was fine.

Although the situation was quite different from what he estimated, it seemed that the plot did not collapse.

He looked at Xiao Qiyun in a thin pajamas and was thrown directly on the ground, and he was a little worried that he would catch a cold. Xiao Qiyun's current situation is not suitable for adding a little disease to his body. Who knows if it will affect his life safety? If there is an event, it will be troublesome.

Mo Yu thought for a while, then poked his leg under Xiao Qiyun's waist with great effort, and moved back bit by bit like a caterpillar, until his waist touched Xiao Qiyun's waist before turning around.

"I'm dead, it's not because I've been ill for a long time, why are you still so heavy, can you get fat even with nutrition injections, huh—" Mo Yu said to Xiao Qiyun to himself.

Then he lay on his back on the ground and gasped for breath for a while. The cold concrete floor seemed less cold because of all his tossing.

Finally regaining some strength, Mo Yu began to move little by little, lifting Xiao Qiyun onto himself.

After the Mo Yu brand human body thermal pad was finally installed, Mo Yu gritted his teeth and complained, "Why are you so tall?"

He exposed his head from Xiao Qiyun's shoulder, and then looked at Qi Hao who was thrown there casually, feeling in his heart that the correction of the original work is really awesome.

The police and the people from Xiao's family basically set up a net to wait for Wei Feng, and even let him take advantage of the loopholes.

This is already because the plot is not logical. Wei Feng is just an ordinary rich second generation. Where does he have the power to do such a big thing? The original book is too unreasonable.

In order for Wei Feng to bring Qi Hao and Mo Yu'an together, it is absolutely impossible to push the logical line to advance the emotional line.

Mo Yu felt that he had been here for almost half an hour, but he still didn't see any movement. Not only the police didn't come, but even Wei Feng was nowhere to be seen.

And Mo Yu'an, who disappeared, did not know where to hide.

Just when all kinds of guesses were floating in Mo Yu's mind, there was a piercing piercing sound.

"Wei Feng, what on earth are you going to do? Stop it, you're breaking the law." Mo Yu'an's voice came over.

Then there was a sound of footsteps, Mo Yu turned his head to an extreme angle, and finally saw a tall and thin man coming in behind a big iron can on his right.

The man held Mo Yu'an in his arms with his hands and feet bound, and carefully supported Mo Yu'an's body with every step, lest he would get the dust around him.

As the man approached, Mo Yu recognized that this was Wei Feng who had been trying to kill Xiao Qiyun before. Compared with the last time he saw him, he was even thinner, with the cheekbones on both sides of his face protruding, and his mouth Squeezed into a line to form a mean word.

Mo Yu'an was still tirelessly persuading Wei Feng to surrender, and he never stopped talking.

But Wei Feng still turned a deaf ear, and walked straight to an open space opposite Mo Yu. He gently put Mo Yu'an on the ground, "An'an, just wait a moment."

"Wei Feng, don't go wrong anymore. The police are already chasing you. Turn yourself in." Mo Yu'an's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

"Shh, be good, don't say what I don't like to hear, how can I let those policemen find me, they don't deserve it." Wei Feng stared into Mo Yu'an's eyes and said softly, "Wait a little longer, just wait a little longer Alright, listen."

When Mo Yu'an was about to speak, Wei Feng turned around, met Mo Yu's eyes, and sneered, "Wake up."

"Brother Yu!"

"Mo Yu'an, are you okay?" Mo Yu saw that Mo Yu'an was bound with cloth strips, which were much softer than the nylon ropes that bound him. It seemed that his sweetheart still had special treatment.

"It's okay, Brother Yu, how are you doing?" Mo Yu'an asked anxiously. He was taken away by Wei Feng just after he was arrested. He didn't know where Mo Yu and the others went. I just saw them now, "Ah Hao!"

Wei Feng glanced at Qi Hao who was lying on the side with a gloomy face, snorted, walked towards an iron can next to him, dragged a sofa chair from behind the iron can, picked Mo Yu'an up and put him on it .

"What did you do to Ah Hao?" Mo Yu'an looked at the motionless Qi Hao and asked anxiously.

Wei Feng reached out and pinched Mo Yu'an's chin, "Are you so worried about him?"

Mo Yu'an looked at Wei Feng in fear, and said with trembling lips, "You...don't be like this...they are all innocent people...why?"

Wei Feng put his hand on Mo Yu'an's face, stared at Mo Yu'an obsessively and said, "Everyone who misses you will die, they are disgusting, they! How could they! How dare they defile you!"

Speaking of the latter, Wei Feng's tone became vicious, but as if he was afraid of hurting Mo Yu'an, he quickly let go of Mo Yu'an's face, stretched out his foot and kicked towards the plastic bucket beside him, and directly smashed the plastic bucket When it reached the rusted machine beside it, there was a loud noise.

Mo Yu'an was so frightened that his neck shrank, but when he looked at Mo Yu, he still said to Wei Feng with a trembling voice: "Then Brother Yu doesn't have it, let him go."

Mo Yu was also startled by the loud noise, he curled up a bit, and when he heard Mo Yu'an's words, he quickly looked towards Wei Feng.

Wei Feng sneered, squatted down in front of Xiao Qiyun and Mo Yu, and kicked Xiao Qiyun away.

"Boss Xiao." Mo Yu was taken aback by his actions, and blurted out to Xiao Qiyun.

Wei Feng stepped on Mo Yu's chest, and then said to Mo Yu'an: "If it wasn't for him, I would have sent Xiao Qiyun to see King Hades long ago. There is no need for people in the way."

Mo Yu was sure that the person in front of him was really crazy. The original book said that Wei Feng chose to die together because he had cancer and his time was running out. He thought that this cancer might be brain cancer, the kind that can make people brain-dead.

Otherwise, how could Wei Feng do such a crazy thing.

"No! Wei Feng, please, he is my brother." Seeing Wei Feng take out a knife, Mo Yu'an struggled off the sofa immediately.

Seeing this, Wei Feng immediately returned and picked him up, "Did you fall somewhere? Does it hurt?"

Mo Yu coughed twice, saw Wei Feng Feng drop the knife in a hurry, and winked at Mo Yu'an over there.

Mo Yu'an had been paying attention to the situation of Mo Yu and the others, and when he saw this, he gasped and said, "It hurts."

"Where is the injury? Let me see." Wei Feng anxiously put Mo Yu'an back on the sofa, and then began to check Mo Yu'an's body.

Mo Yu'an endured the nausea, while pretending to be in pain, while paying attention to Mo Yu's movements from the corner of his eye.

Mo Yu moved carefully, then threw himself on top of the knife.

At this moment, there was finally movement from Qi Hao.

Mo Yu turned his head and took a look, not daring to waste any more time, and put his hands on the edge of the knife as quickly as possible.

But the lying posture was really strange, he adjusted to an angle with great difficulty, and quietly began to draw the rope in his hand.

Fortunately, when Wei Feng's attention was dealt with the wound on Mo Yu'an's body that was not considered a wound at all, it was attracted by Qi Hao, who had a higher hatred value.

After putting Mo Yu in place, he walked quickly to Qi Hao's side and kicked Qi Hao's weak spot.

Mo Yu heard a scream directly, he turned his head and looked over, Qi Hao curled up in pain, his state was so miserable that Mo Yu felt his lower body hurt.

"Ah Hao!" Mo Yu'an screamed, his voice directly overshadowing Qi Hao's cry of pain.

"How dare you insult An'an, why do you touch him, you deserve to die!" Seeing Qi Hao wake up, Wei Feng felt as if he had been given a berserk buff.

Mo Yu'an not only fell off the sofa again, but also crawled towards Qi Hao.

Seeing this, Wei Feng's eyes turned red, and he picked up Qi Hao's collar and looked at Mo Yu'an, "An'an, look at this dog, he is not worthy, how can he be worthy of you!"

"Then who deserves it? Are you?" Qi Hao took a breather, judged the situation immediately, took a breath and taunted Wei Feng, "It's a pity that I have him, but you just can't get it, trash."

Mo Yu paused for a moment in the action of grinding the rope in his hands, and looked at Qi Hao with admiration. This kind of person dared to provoke the strong side when he was a knife and I was a fish. He just wanted to say that the hero is awesome!

As expected, Wei Feng did not disappoint, he grabbed Qi Hao fiercely and bumped him to the ground.

"Ahao!"

"An'an, I killed him, and you can become the original you again after killing him." Wei Feng roared.

"Wei Feng, stop!" Mo Yu'an shouted hoarsely.

Qi Hao was picked up, he gave a weak pooh, and looked at Wei Feng and Mo Yu'an with dark eyes, "Kill me, he is mine too, you can only be a poor wretch, even his hand You can't even touch it."

"Ah Hao, stop talking, stop talking." Mo Yu'an cried and shouted.

At this time, Mo Yu felt that the rope in his hand had been cut with a knife. He broke free slightly, and the rope broke directly.

"Hiss—" He took a breath in a low voice, and it was really hard to see the marks on his wrists that had been drawn by the knife.

The author has something to say: Xiaoyu: I have never seen a more miserable person who wears a book than me, and I have a mental illness with a tow bottle ㄒoㄒ