It's Not Too Late to Chase His Wife: Young Master Mo's Secret Favorite Sweet Wife

Before Lin Yang's mood calmed down, he heard the deep voice of the man behind him.

Like some kind of prophecy, Gu Lanfang who came on stage suddenly fell to his knees with a "plop".

Such a big move not only scared Lin's people to death.

The media in the audience were all stunned, and the scene was silent for a moment, and then, there was continuous shutter sound.

Lin Yang in the backstage widened his eyes in astonishment, vaguely feeling that he seemed to have missed something.

The thoughts in my mind were like a revolving lantern, without stopping for a moment.

Half of my body was almost numb.

I saw Gu Lanfang on the stage holding the black and white photo of Zhao Chenggang, crying and crying.

"It's Mrs. Lin, they forced me to come here. Cheng Gang and I have only been married for half a year, and now we're gone, Mrs. Lin still..."

The meeting place was suddenly chaotic and noisy.

Lin Yang's mind was also in a mess, and he couldn't think of what to do.

Mo Ningxuan beside him also frowned deeply, glanced at Lin Yang who was obviously flustered, and sighed.

He waved at Xiao Zhou, who was also stunned, "Hurry up and send someone to stop her, and if she continues talking like this, it will be useless if Da Luo Immortal comes."

Xiao Zhou nodded again and again, and there were a thousand people on stage to stop him.

Lin Yang also seemed to have reacted, before Mo Ningxuan had time to react, he rushed to the stage in a few steps.

He grabbed the microphone, "Please don't take pictures, everyone."

But obviously this is also a foolish trick. With such a big news, the media is like a cat that has smelled fishy smell. There is no reason to let it go.

For a moment, the sound of the shutter and the flash were intertwined, making Lin Yang dizzy from the dizziness.

"Please……"

Before he could speak, he suddenly felt a strong attack.

Lin Yang fell to the ground all of a sudden, with a "plop", her head hit the floor directly, the pain was so painful that she almost burst into tears.

But the next scene made Lin Yang's eyes widen even more, and he even forgot to scream.

Gu Lanfang, who was kneeling in the middle of the stage just now, got up at some point, holding a gleaming dagger in his hand, and stabbed towards Lin Yang.

Under the reflection of the flash, it turned out to be dazzlingly bright.

At such a time, the only thought in Lin Yang's heart at this moment is: I don't know what it will feel like to be stabbed into the body with a knife.

The scene froze, with the sound of continuous shutters, and the exclamation of someone.

Gu Lanfang's eyes gleamed with hatred, as if he wanted to swallow Lin Yang alive.

But her body suddenly tilted as if she had received a heavy blow. This was originally a stab at Lin Yang's heart, but it was a tilt.

Rubbing obliquely made a cut on Lin Yang's arm.

Lin Yang had closed her eyes a long time ago, she thought everything was over.

But he suddenly noticed that someone hugged him tightly and shook him, "Lin Yang! Lin Yang! Are you okay?"

It was Mo Ningxuan's voice!
She widened her eyes, looking at the man who was holding her in her arms, she was taken aback for a moment.

"Your arm!"

Lin Yang didn't feel any pain yet, and suddenly saw the shocked and painful expression on the man's face.

It looked like he was injured.

But even if he himself was injured, Lin Yang didn't see him in such pain.

He was still a little dazed, unable to wake up from the shock just now.

Mo Ningxuan had already hugged Lin Yang up, and shouted loudly, "Get out of the way! I'll take her to the hospital!"

Being held in the arms of the man, Lin Yang felt an unprecedented peace of mind.

Originally, he didn't feel the wound on his arm, but when Mo Ningxuan lifted it up, he felt a dull pain.

"Hiss—" Glancing at his left arm, he gasped even more.

Beads of blood scrambled out from the cracked flesh, dripping dripping blood all over his arm.

It looks bright red and irritating to the eyes.

While Mo Ningxuan was carrying Lin Yang away, Gu Lanfang was still struggling.

Even if he was being pressed down, he rushed to the ground.

Gu Lanfang still yelled loudly, "Lin Yang, hahahahaha! Everyone in your Lin family will die!"

Lin Yang couldn't hear the next words, because Mo Ningxuan had already carried her into the car.

Lin Yang only felt uncomfortable. The wound didn't hurt much at first, but later it became a dull pain, like someone grinding the flesh with the back of a knife.

The cold sweat was about to fall from her forehead.

Mo Ningxuan beside her saw her suffering so much but had nothing to do, so he could only keep urging her.

"Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

The driver was also frightened. Mo Ningxuan kept urging him, but he couldn't just step on the gas pedal regardless, and he was sweating all over.

After finally arriving at the hospital, Mo Ningxuan wanted to hug Lin Yang.

He was quickly stopped by Lin Yang, "I'm fine, I can walk by myself."

Seeing Mo Ningxuan's expression, he sighed again, "It's not that I hurt my foot, besides, I can walk faster by myself."

After all, Mo Ningxuan was finally persuaded to come down, and he didn't insist anymore.

It's just that the doctor frowned and shook his head after seeing Lin Yang's wound, "The wound is too deep, it needs stitches and a tetanus."

As he spoke, he began to clean Lin Yang.

Just the act of cleaning the wound caused Lin Yang to gasp continuously.

The bright red blood around the wound was washed away, leaving only the pale flesh.

The rolled wound was so pale and frightening that it reminded Lin Yang of pork sold in the vegetable market, and he felt a strange sense of nausea.

Mo Ningxuan stood beside Lin Yang. Seeing her expression like this, he stepped forward and pressed her head down, blocking Lin Yang's sight with his clothes.

"If you are afraid, don't read it."

Leaning his face against the man's arms, Lin Yang smelled a faint fragrance.

My heart is a little more at ease.

While washing Lin Yang's wound, the doctor looked down at their appearance and smiled.

"Be careful in the future, such a deep and long wound will definitely leave a scar, it's a pity such a fair arm."

Hearing the doctor's regretful tone, Lin Yang felt nothing in his heart.

He just smiled wryly, "Oh, I'm just afraid of pain. It's fine if I just leave a scar and it doesn't hurt."

As soon as I said this, I felt that the doctor poured some liquid on the wound, and it was an exaggeration to say that it was cold.

The liquid was like ice cubes, Lin Yang was almost frozen and shivered.

"Hiss—" Lin Yang whispered in pain.

"It's okay, it's okay." Mo Ningxuan patted her on the back lightly as if comforting her, with a soft voice.

As if there was some kind of magical power, Lin Yang felt much better.

However, the next experience was really wonderful, the pain in the wound was gone, but the surrounding flesh still felt a little tactile.

Lin Yang could almost feel the friction of the doctor's needle and thread passing through the flesh, but strangely, there was no pain, as if it was not his own flesh, but something sticking to his skin.

Lin Yang didn't even look at the stitching process, and Mo Ningxuan later told him that the wound had eleven stitches.

After the tetanus shot, Lin Yang felt that half of his buttocks were numb.

She couldn't help making a bitter face, and complained: "This is too painful, it's not at all the same as the injections I had when I was a child."