Married by Ivan Vane, the bride who was snatched

Chapter 574 Divorce (2)

"Mi Yao!" At this moment, a warm and angry voice sounded, and Fan Nuo ran over.

Fan Nuo ran over and squatted down, quickly untied his coat and put it on her trembling body. He raised his hand to check her small face. There was a bright red palm print on her right face, which was very swollen. , His fingertips curled up again, because her little face was covered with tears, he didn't dare to touch it, his fingertips and his heart seemed to be burned by her tears.

"Huangfu Yueming, are you crazy?" Fan Nuo raised his eyes to stare at Huangfu Yueming.

The two men looked at each other, and Huangfu Yueming saw Fannuo's eyes burning with raging fire and fierce killing intent. This gentle and jade-like man was finally angry because of Mi Yao's injury.

Huangfu Yueming also recovered a little bit of reason, he was thinking, with Fan Nuo guarding her, he was relieved.

He snorted coldly, turned and left directly.

However, as soon as he opened his legs, his steps were stagnant because his trousers were clenched.

When he looked down, a slender white and soft hand was tightly clutching his trousers.

"Husband, don't go..." Mi Yao broke down in tears, her frail shoulders kept shaking, "Husband, please, woo, don't go..."

She fell down at his feet, tightly tugging on his trousers, not letting him go.

Huangfu Yueming felt the pain in his heart expand little by little, enough to cover the pain in his body, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave at all.

But there was no time, and the black air on his face gradually floated up.

If he stayed to suck her blood, maybe a few hours later he would pounce on her to suck her blood, he didn't want to live such a life, and he couldn't let her live such a life.

"Let go!" He ruthlessly pulled back his trousers, and then lifted his feet to leave.

Mi Yao watched him disappear from her sight little by little, he left, he really left, no matter how much she tried to keep him, he still abandoned her.

She felt as if there was a big blood hole in her heart, and finally couldn't help it, she covered her face with her two small hands and cried loudly.

He doesn't want her anymore.

He really doesn't want her anymore.

Looking at the woman's current state, Fan Nuo felt that his heart was going to be broken. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how to comfort her, because he was not Huangfu Yueming, so he couldn't comfort her.

He slowly raised his hand and patted her slender back, then hugged her and let her lean into his arms, "Cry, it will be better if you cry."

He comforted her awkwardly and carefully.

Mi Yao cried for a while, raised her little head, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and choked up, "Master Fannuo, thank you, but there are already a lot of gossip, I don't want to hurt your reputation, so, Let's keep our distance from now on."

After finishing speaking, Mi Yao gently pushed him away, then she struggled to stand up, and she raised her foot forward.

Fan Nuo froze in place, he was a little confused what she meant by keeping a distance, why did she say that?

After walking two steps, the little woman in front swayed twice and fell down.

Fan Nuo was about to burst into tears, he let out a low growl, "Miyao!"

……

Huangfu Yueming returned to his room in a hurry, the veins on his forehead were jumping ferociously, his steady footsteps were out of rhythm, and finally his knee hit the table and chair, and he fell on the carpet.

His eyes were already stained with scarlet blood, and the beating of his heart became more and more intense, as if his heart would burst into his chest and die in the next second.

This feeling really drove him crazy.

What would happen to him without Mi Yao's blood?
The last time he was in the Fairy Trail Valley, he stepped into the gate of hell with one foot and almost died.

His tall body fell heavily on the carpet, his eyes were loose, and he twisted his facial features in the extreme pain. Will he die?
Then die, and if you die, this pain will be over.

He closed his eyes, but his mind was full of Mi Yao's pale face covered with tears. She cried and begged him, she said, husband, don't leave.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his tall body writhed and knelt down on the ground, no, he didn't want to die, he still wanted to watch her give birth to his child, he wanted to know if there was a girl in her stomach, he still With her, how could he die so easily?

No, he wants to live.

He staggered up from the ground, and then bumped into the bed cabinet. The drawer of the bed cabinet opened, and there was a knife in it. He reached in and took the knife out.

His body hurts so much, it seems that the blood in his body has turned black. If he drains the black blood, will he be able to live?

He knelt on the ground, then held the handle of the knife with both hands, pushed the sharp knife into his abdomen little by little, and finally pulled out a long and deep knife mark.

The gurgling blood flowed down instantly, staining his clothes red.

This kind of skin-cutting pain made him dizzy, he dropped the knife, and fell into a pool of blood, "Yaoyao...Yaoyao..." He closed his eyes.

……

When I opened my eyes again, it was already late at night, and the room was dark, because the curtains were drawn, so the moonlight outside could not penetrate, and the room was filled with a pungent bloody smell and pervasive blackness.

Huangfu Yueming sat up and touched the cold knife and sticky blood. He stretched out his hand to cover the incision in his abdomen. He didn't know whether he should be thankful, but he survived a poisonous hair like this.

He took out his mobile phone, "Hello, Lieutenant Li."

Adjutant Li quickly came in with a medical kit. Seeing the shocking blood in the room, Adjutant Li asked solemnly, "President, do you want to call Young Master Fannuo?"

"No need!" Huangfu Yueming sat on the edge of the bed, with a "hiss", he tore his shirt to pieces, exposing his entire muscular chest, with a towel in his mouth, he sprinkled the disinfectant on his on the wound.

The moment the disinfectant soaked into the wound, the skin on his healthy arm became lumpy.

Lieutenant Li didn't say anything, he picked up a needle and thread and began to mend the man's wound.

The wound was so deep that Lieutenant Li, who had experienced many battles, began to tremble, "President, is there really no other way? You can't rely on self-mutilation every time you get poisoned?"

Huangfu Yueming closed his eyes, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his bronze-colored skin. Tiny beads of sweat flowed down his sexy skin. Because he was sitting, the trousers around his slender waist were tied by a black leather belt. , the eight-pack abdominal muscles around the waist are more and more protruding, and this deep bloodstain on it is not only not ugly, but also adds a bit of masculine brutality.

He stretched out his tongue and licked his dry thin lips, then hooked the corners of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who knows in the future, let's take one step at a time."

Maybe next time even if he self-mutilates, he won't be able to survive.

(End of this chapter)