Chapter 543 Only Chu Yao could hurt Mo Tingshen
Chu Yao did not move.
I didn’t help him either.
The corner of his mouth slowly opened into a smile of unknown meaning.
For just a moment, it faded away again.
After Mo Ting calmed down from the pain, he raised his head. The sweat on his forehead dripped into his eyes. He closed his eyes and shook them away. Then he opened his eyes and saw Chu Yao in his eyes, but his dark eyes seemed to be hazy. Water light.
The light and her were a little shaky.
"Is that enough?" the man's hoarse voice sounded.
Chu leaned against the head of the bed, raised her hand, and stretched a little between her thumb and index finger. She looked at it and seemed to feel something was wrong, but she was not sure, so she placed her fingers on his heart. The length was close to the handle of the knife, shrinking a little.
“It seems, not bad.”
Mo Ting's eyes swayed deeply, staring at her hands.
After a while, "Okay."
He pushed the handle of the knife with his palm and pushed it in until it reached the distance she estimated.
“Is it enough?”
Chu Yao made serious gestures.
"It seems that you have taken in so much."
She raised her head and blinked, "Brother, do you think I will die if I take in so much?"
Mo Ting bowed deeply and pressed down. He held his shoulders, put his hand under his heart, and took a hand full of blood.
He swallowed the mouthful of blood that came up in his throat and said, "I don't know. If you can get out of bed tomorrow, come knock on my door and have a look. If I can open the door, you will still be alive."
Chu Yao tilted his head, as if thinking for a moment, "Okay."
Mo Ting endured it deeply, and his low voice still sounded as weak as silk, "Then do you want to sleep now?"
"Yes."
"Lie down. "
Mo Tingshen stood up, "Is it easy for me to move?"
Chu Yao: "Give me a hand."
He bent down, supported her back with his right hand, half supported and half hugged her to protect her as she lay down, pulled up the quilt to cover her, and turned off the heating lamp on the bedside.
"Sleep well, I'm next door, call me if you need anything."
Chu Yao rubbed his face against the quilt and shrank in, leaving only a pair of eyes looking at him.
“Thank you, brother.”
Mo Ting frowned deeply, responded lightly, stood up and went out.
Chu Yao was still looking at the door, with a smile hidden at the corner of his mouth hidden under the quilt. It was very pale, and he smiled with hatred.
Who said she only hates Mo Li?
She still hated Mo Tingshen.
……
When Xu Shu was taken out of the hospital for the third time, his good temper was completely gone.
He rushed over in a hurry. When he saw Mo Tingshen sitting on the carpet leaning against the bed, with a fruit knife stuck in his heart, but still smoking calmly, he immediately became angry.
He cursed: "Why are you looking for death? Why did you come to me? You're going to die. Why did you call me here to collect the body for you?!"
Mo Ting's hands were shaking. Suddenly, a piece of cigarette ashes fell, and he smiled with the corner of his lips, "It's rare that you can lose your temper."
Xu Shu squatted in front of him, put his hands on his knees, and stared at him look.
"I'll watch the time for you, or if you want to choose a good time to die, just remind me and I'll teach you how to move. This knife can really penetrate into the heart."
Mo Ting He pressed his chapped lips, "Why are you so cruel?"
Xu Shu frowned, looking impatient.
"I can't die yet. Who will protect her if I die?" Mo Tingshen raised his hand and put out the cigarette into the ashtray, "Treat her."
Xu Shujiu You know what kind of person Mo Tingshen is. Not to mention injuries, his body is so thin and tender that there are no scars left. He has always been the only one who tortures others. When did he end up in such an embarrassing state?
Except for Chu Yao, there is no other person in the world who can do it.
(End of this chapter)