It's all his fault.

It was already late at night, but the lights in the Mo's villa were brightly lit, which was destined to be a sleepless night.

The servants gathered in the living room and looked nervously at the stairs. They didn't know what happened, why Miss Chen fainted, and their young master also had injuries on his body and face.

Qingtian's eyes were red and she was at a loss when she stood in front of the team. At this time, Mrs. Li came in from outside, followed by Dr. Zhang, who was coming in with dust. Mrs. Li asked Qingtian and Xiaoqing to go up with her. If there was any inconvenience, she would have a helper.

As soon as Dr. Zhang's figure disappeared on the stairs on the second floor, the servant below began to talk.

"You guys tell me, what's wrong with Miss Chen? Is it a fight with someone?..."

"Are you fighting with our young master? It's impossible..."

"Impossible, how could our young master fight with a woman, and it is even more impossible to beat her like this..."

"Then does she have any enemy?"

...

Listening to everyone's discussions, Yingzi turned out to be normal, huddled behind them, lowered her head, and said nothing.

After Dr. Zhang entered the door, he first saw the bruises on Mo Feng's cheekbones and bloodshots on the corners of his mouth, and said in surprise: "Mr. Mo, what happened? Why did he get hurt like this?"

Mo Feng stood up and said indifferently: "It's okay, you can show it to her first."

Dr. Zhang looked at him again and confirmed that he was fine, and then he began to check for Chen Yuluo. As Dr. Zhang's face became more and more serious, everyone's hearts also thrust.

Dr. Zhang asked Qingtian and the others to take off Chen Yuluo's coat, and he wanted to further examine her waist injuries.

Upon hearing this, Qingtian immediately stepped forward and together with Xiaoqing, carefully took off Chen Yuluo's coat. As the coat fell off bit by bit, the gypsum board fell out piece by piece.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but take a breath.

Qingtian's tears suddenly flowed out, but because the young master and Uncle Mo were present, they could only sob and dare not speak.

How much force does this take to break such a thick gypsum board like this.

Miss Chen is really in a miserable life. She has so many wounds on her body. It’s fine if she has experienced several deaths, but now she has to suffer such pain. Who is so cruel and actually takes such heavy hands?

Mo Feng turned around and turned around silently, leaving the room.

Dr. Zhang wanted to start treating Chen Yuluo, and it was not convenient for others to stay in the room. He only allowed Qingtian to stay, and everyone else would leave the room.

Zhang Zhen broke into Mo Feng's room step by step, and opened the door and saw him standing at the window, smoking a smoke one by one. His tall body was submerged in the smoke, showing a bit of desolation and decay.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhen wanted to scold him and couldn't scold him a single word.

She was injured to save him, and he probably wouldn't feel good either.

It's really strange that he and Mo Feng have countless women, all kinds of styles and beauty, but no one can really touch their hearts like Chen Yuluo.

Maybe, this is fate.

Zhang Zhen looked at Mo Feng's back, walked over slowly, patted his shoulder, "Who do you doubt it?"

Mo Feng pondered for a long time, pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and turned it around for a few times, and said in a deep voice: "Who else can be so bold?"

"Old thief Du?" Zhang Zhen was not surprised by this conclusion. What surprised him was that he really dared to kill Mo Feng. Could it be that he didn't care about his daughter's happiness?

Mo Feng knew what he was thinking, "It's not me who he wants to kill, it's Chen Yuluo."

"Little Raindrops?" Zhang Zhen was even more surprised, "Do they know each other? Why did they kill her?"

“It’s not clear yet.”

Mo Feng lit a cigarette again, put it beside his mouth, took a sip, and with a heavy breath, he vomited a string of blue smoke.

If he wants to think of a perfect plan, it will not affect his plan, nor will it affect the rainfall.

It took about an hour for Dr. Zhang to come out of Chen Yuluo's room. When he came out, his face was solemn. Uncle Mo was nervous and his heart was almost jumping out, "How is it?"

"Ms. Chen's waist injury has not worsened because of the protection of gypsum board. But strangely, her heart and lungs have different degrees of functional disorders. She was obviously fine two days ago. Uncle Mo, what happened to her?"

Dr. Zhang was really curious about what accident could cause an originally healthy person to injure two major organs like this in just two days. It was not poisoning or external impact, but it seemed like it was suddenly drained from energy.

Uncle Mo was stunned. He was not convenient to say more about the specific details. He was shocked that Miss Chen actually caused such serious injuries to save the young master.

"Doctor Zhang, is she okay? Please find a way to save her."

"I can't see anything yet. I need to go to the hospital for a comprehensive and systematic examination in the specific situation, so I can't draw a conclusion. In the past few days, whether in action or diet, you must pay strict attention to it. Do not move or work hard, pay attention to balanced nutrition, and slowly condition it."

The medical facilities in the Mo's villa are very complete, but Dr. Zhang asked him to go to the hospital for examination. Uncle Mo's heart became even more nervous. It seemed that Ms. Chen's condition was not optimistic.

Zhang Zhen was worried that Chen Yuluo had been watching her in her room, holding her cold hands in her palm, silently conveying his temperature. When Mo Feng came in, he was seeing this picture.

He walked over slowly, stared at the pale face on the bed, and said in a deep voice: "A Zhen, go back first, there is sunny here to take care of it, remember to pick her up tomorrow."

Zhang was shocked and said, "She is so seriously injured, how can she move?"

"Du Yuanchao already knows that she is with me. If she stays here again, it will only be more unfavorable to her."

Zhang Zhen was stunned and knew that he had made sense, so he nodded, and did not say anything more. After taking a deep look at her, he opened the door and left.

Chen Yuluo had a very long dream, dreaming that she was wearing armor, riding on a war horse, dancing a long whip with her brothers, lying on the battlefield with her brothers. The enemy retreated step by step under the intimidation of her long whip. She and her brother laughed loudly and were free and happy.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew into the air and shot straight into her chest, and shot through her heart with a thud. The laughter suddenly stopped. At this moment, the world suddenly stopped. All they heard was the sound of their own breathing and the gradually fading heartbeat.

The chest seemed to be cut by someone with a sharp knife, and then the tip of the knife was penetrated, twisted and twisted inside, causing the pain to twitch the whole body, and his hands and feet were as if soaked in the cold lake water, numb and lost consciousness. On the contrary, there seemed to be a fire burning in the chest, and the scorching liquid flowed out of the body and dripped onto her hands. She slowly raised her hand and looked down at it.

It's blood, bright red blood.

Once upon a time, she had suffered such severe injuries. I still remember that it really hurt at that time, but no matter how painful it was, it was far from one thousandth of what it is now. Is she really going to die this time?

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in front of her. The face was as ink as ice. Mo Ruohantan. His beautiful eyes were filled with hatred. He asked her one by one, why, why did she do this?

She finally saw clearly that the man was Mo Feng.

Mo Feng roared with hatred, raised the gun in his hand, and with a bang, the bullets carried ruthless hatred, penetrated the temperatureless air and flew towards her from afar.

Just as the bullet shot into her heart, she clearly saw that the man raised the corner of his mouth slightly and showed a pale smile.

Her face was pale, her beautiful big eyes blinked, and it took a long time to slowly come back to her senses. It turned out to be a dream.

Suddenly, another roar came, and Chen Yuluo looked up in confusion, no, this is not a dream, it is true, it is Mo Feng's voice, and her heart hurts again.

Did something happen to him?

Chen Yuluo dragged his weak body and wanted to go out to see him, but before he could get out of bed, the door was kicked open with a thud, which scared her.

Mo Feng rushed into the room like a Suo Mingluo from hell, and saw Chen Yuluo climbing onto the edge of the bed. Without saying a word, he stepped forward and picked her up.

She was really light, in his hands, as light as air, without a trace of power.

Chen Yuluo didn't know what was going on, and he didn't understand what he wanted to do. Before he could think about it, Mo Feng dragged her to the front of the secret room on the third floor without hesitation.

The villa was brightly lit, and all the servants stood neatly outside the door of the secret room. Chen Yuluo glanced at them weakly, all of them looked at her with a serious look on their faces and looked at her with confusion.

It seems that something really happened, otherwise Mo Feng would not be so angry.

Mo Feng shook off the hand holding her collar, and an uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes, like an angry lion, covered with terrifying red bloodshots.

These eyes were exactly what I saw in my dream just now, not only anger, but also hatred.

"Say, did you do it!"

A sudden roar made Chen Yuluo's heart tremble, "What are you talking about?"

When Mo Feng heard this, he pulled the corner of his mouth lightly and showed an evil smile. Gradually, the smile dissipated and turned into a gritting hatred. He was too lazy to say a word of nonsense, staring at her expression, and his right hand pointed at the room angrily, meaning, you can see it yourself.

Chen Yuluo looked over in confusion in the direction of his finger.

The locked door opened at some point, but it was in a mess inside. A huge picture of a beauty hung on the wall. At this time, it was beyond recognition. Something was cut into rags, and the original appearance was not visible. There were easels and frames scattered on the ground, all of which were broken limbs and broken arms, which was terrible.

Obviously, this is someone's malicious destruction.

She finally understood why he was so angry. He suspected that she did it.

"Say, did you do it!"

Mo Feng asked again, and Chen Yuluo suddenly felt it was ridiculous. He was actually suspicious of her.

Chen Yuluo turned his head and looked at him, "Why should you think it's me?"

Mo Feng sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Yingzi, say what you just said again in front of Miss Chen!"

As he finished speaking, Yingzi walked out of the crowd tremblingly and looked up at Chen Yuluo. When he saw Chen Yuluo's puzzled eyes, he suddenly lowered his head again and began a slow narration.

"When I was on duty in the afternoon, I saw Miss Chen quietly going to the third floor. I felt strange, so I wanted to go up and ask her if she was looking for something. Unexpectedly, I saw her wandering around the door. I thought she was just walking around casually and didn't take it seriously. Later, when I washed the rag and came to wipe the floor, I found that the lock of the door of the room was pried open, and it was so messy inside, and..."

Speaking of this, Yingzi looked at Chen Yuluo carefully again. Seeing that her eyes were full of disbelief, she gritted her teeth and said a crucial sentence, "And, Miss Chen's whip was found on the ground in the room..."

Chen Yuluo couldn't believe her ears. No wonder she couldn't find the long whip she looked for everywhere at that time. How could it appear here?

Her eyes stern. Who wants to frame her?

Mo Feng threw the silver whip of Shenyu Luo to her feet and glared at her, "What else do you have to say?"

Chen Yuluo turned his head and looked at him, with a hint of pain in his eyes, "Don't you believe me?"

There was no trace of warmth in Mo Feng's words, and the ink seemed to be covered with ice on his face. "There are all evidences and physical evidence, so stop acting. Hand over the necklace and say, why did he come to me and try every means to win my favor? What is your ultimate goal?!"

Acting? Necklace?

Did he treat her like a thief?
To be continued...