High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

"What is Grandpa going to do?" His voice was cold.

Old Man Rong roared angrily: "Rong Yan, if you still think I am your grandfather, get out of the way immediately!"

"With me here, no one will be disturbed by peace!" Rong Yan's face turned serious, and his words were loud.

"You—!" Mr. Rong couldn't catch his breath, and he staggered and fell backwards.

Butler Zhang supported him in fear, and patted his chest to comfort him.

Rong Yan frowned, and his thin coral red lips were tightly pressed into a line, without the slightest sign of giving in.

On the other side, Luo An Ning, who was protected by Rong Yan, had an angry cold light in his eyes, and laughed coldly when he saw Mo Xiyan's pale face distorted by the pain.

"Mo Xiyan, do you feel any pain? Did you know that Qian Ge was shot by 7 bullets, and she narrowly escaped death. Tell me, how should I get back bit by bit from you?"

As her last word fell, the sharp tip of the knife pierced fiercely, flipped left and right and then picked it hard!

"Don't—!" Mo Xiyan's eyes were cleft, and her ear-piercing scream almost pierced the ceiling.

Severe pain spread from her right arm to her limbs. She rolled her eyes and passed out.

Seeing that she was about to fall backwards, Mr. Rong took a deep breath and hurriedly shouted: "Help her quickly! Hold her!"

The man in black rushed over quickly, and just before Mo Xiyan's body was about to touch the ground, he grabbed her arm and pulled her up, and put her on the sofa beside her.

"Boom—" The blood-stained fruit knife fell on the carpet, making a dull sound.

"Hahaha..." Looking at Mo Xiyan's bleeding, bloody right arm, she laughed wildly.

Seeing her wandering on the verge of losing control, Rong Yan's heart couldn't help but tighten a little bit. He stretched out his arms to hug her, pressed his forehead against her, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose against her small nose. His magnetic voice was deliberately released. Rou, with coaxing, comforting warmth, said over and over again: "An Ning, good boy, don't think about anything..."

Feeling the coldness of her hands, Rong Yan cursed secretly, pinched her chin and gently kissed her forehead, eyebrows and eyes like a feather...

"An Ning, let's go home, huh?"

Luo Anning stiffened and leaned against his arms, as if she hadn't recovered from the bloody revenge.

Rong Yan was not in a hurry, he hugged her tightly, and put her thin body into his embrace without leaving a single gap.

Mo Xiyan passed out, and the family doctor rushed over to stop her bleeding. Facing Mr. Rong's worried expression, he could only shake his head helplessly: "Mr., Miss Mo's arm is hopeless."

The Tesuji have been broken into several sections, and it is difficult to connect them again.

"What about her body? Is it okay?" What Mr. Rong cares about is not whether she can keep her right arm, but the child in her stomach!

The family doctor knew about Mo Xiyan's pregnancy, but he was ordered not to disclose it by the old man, so he understood his concern, and after examining Mo Xiyan, he said, "Don't worry, old man, apart from being frightened, Miss Mo's health Nothing serious."

After listening, Mr. Rong fell down on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he is fine, as long as his great-grandson is fine!

Luo Anning regained his composure, looked at Mo Xiyan, and thought of Qian Ge who became a vegetative state, anger suddenly rose in his heart.