Master Mu Tsundere Chasing Wife Rules

"I'll leave you alone today. Whether you can survive is entirely up to you, but if you dare to tell the story, the consequences will not only be like today, do you understand? Chen Xueba."

The people on the ground didn't respond.

The man stepped up again, only to hear a weak muffled groan, and then retracted his legs in satisfaction.

"Let's go, don't feel sorry for the master, whoever dares to save him will end up just like him, understand?"

The man turned around unhurriedly, pacing to get out of the public toilet.

Luo Luo knew this, there were two things that this person hated the most.

One is Chen Yi, who is curled up on the ground half dead.

The second is that others ignore the words of this master.

Unfortunately, the one on the ground has both.

"Understand!"

Unanimously, without hesitation to answer.

……

Chen Yi's brain came to his senses, he felt a stabbing pain in his head, he barely opened his eyes, he saw a white ceiling, and the air from his nostrils patted his face back, as if something was covering him.

He wanted to raise his hand to take it off, but just moved his fingertips a little, and the internal organs were involved, and the pain was unbearable.

There was chaos in his head, he only vaguely remembered that when he saw Mu Yan leaving indifferently for the last time, he wanted to reach out his hand, but it was in vain.

Mu Yan didn't call for help, he thought he was going to die.

There was a loud commotion outside the door, and the quarrel lasted for a while, and a person broke in, full of anger.

Chen Yi reluctantly turned his head to look sideways. The person who came was a woman in her 40s and [-]s who still had charm. She was wearing an exquisite Sichuan brocade cheongsam, with hair like that of a lady in the Republic of China. There were some curly hair on her forehead, and her delicate face... …

But the undisguised contempt and anger on his face couldn't be concealed, which gave a discount to such an appearance.

"Mom..." He called the man weakly with a hoarse voice.

The woman frowned when she heard this, and threw the LV bag on her wrist directly on his immobile body.

"Don't call me mom! I don't have a son like you!"

"..." Chen Yi lowered his eyebrows, hiding the soreness in his eyes.

"Don't you know how to fight back when he hits you? That kid Mu Yan, who taunts me in front of me every day, thinks I don't have a son if he doesn't know! And that old thing is the same, just give me 200 million. Calm things down? Do you know how many people have ridiculed me and ridiculed me during the few days you have been living and dying? Why don’t you just sleep to death and don’t wake up for the rest of your life!!”

……

The unspeakable bitterness in Chen Yi's throat filled with a fishy smell, he swallowed it down, suppressed the trembling voice, and said weakly: "I'm sorry...to trouble you..."

"It's good to know! If there is no major problem, go through the discharge procedures as soon as possible. You don't need money for hospitalization? The old guy gave 200 million. You were unconscious for five days, and you had stitches on the wound and internal organ surgery. Hundreds of thousands will be gone, and if you don’t leave the hospital, all the 200 million will be on you, how can I buy a limited-edition custom bag?”

Chen Yi didn't know what to say now, he straightened his head and stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he wanted to see a hole in the ceiling.

Seeing that he ignored him, Ms. Lin cursed a few more words in a low voice, which were nothing more than the words 'Sangmenxing', 'Prodigal' and 'Waste'.

The person on the bed still didn't respond. If it wasn't for the pair of lifeless eyes that blinked from time to time, they would have thought that the lying body was a lifeless corpse.

Ms. Lin sneered, and didn't bother with a half-dead person. Stepping on stiletto heels, she stepped forward, took her bag back from the bed, put it on her wrist, glanced at him, and said angrily : "It's as long as you live. You can go out of the hospital early. I will only give you three days at most. I made an appointment to do my nails this afternoon, so I left first. Young people still need to be physically fit, isn't it because they were beaten?" A meal? Don’t stay here if you can be discharged from the hospital.”

After finishing speaking, the woman walked away amidst the sound of stiletto heels. With a bang, the door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. She walked completely without a trace of nostalgia.