Plundering love: Mu Shao, please respect yourself

Chapter 487 How is my sister?
His heart twitched violently, and he came to the door of 1603 with big strides.

The door was open, the whole living room was in a mess, the door of the kitchen was broken, and all the furnishings were broken and broken.

There is hardly a single spot on a Persian rug that is good.

However, there were dark red blood stains on the carpet.

His eyes followed the bloodstains to the sofa, and then his eyes, like a cold pool, suddenly appeared cold.

He strode into the room, stretched out his arms and hugged Fu Sisi who was lying on the sofa.

However, when he saw the wounds on her face, head, and hands and feet, there was endless anger and cruelty in his eyes.

At this moment, his heart seemed to have a hole that could not be healed.The woman in his arms was already unconscious, very weak and in need of treatment.

He glanced around and swore secretly that he would have someone investigate everything that happened here before, and he would dig it out every inch of the ground.

He carried the unconscious Fu Sisi downstairs and quickly went downstairs, then put her on the co-pilot, adjusted the seat for her so that she could lie flat, then started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed all the way to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, he called Han Ziluo, Tang Yu and Bai Yixuan respectively.

Almost all three of them lost their jobs and rushed back to the apartment.

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In the hospital, all eyes are white.

Mu Chenmo leaned against the door of the emergency room, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and dialed Ye Xun's number.

After explaining the situation, he hung up the phone.

He squinted his eyes, his black eyes were like stars, but they were full of worry.

His body exuded a strong sense of coldness and strength, his tragic handsome face was tense, his white shirt was stained with some blood, and his eyes never left the door of the emergency room.

As time passed, his gaze changed from worry to sharpness, and finally to anger.

Today, he deliberately turned on the bell during the meeting, just waiting for her reply.

But what he never thought of was that she called him, and finally... the last was to ask for help.

At this moment, his heart hurts.

No one knew how fast he drove the car on the way to the hospital.

He wasn't worried that her life was in danger, what he was worried about was how many wounds she had on her body.

He has experienced wind and rain, and he knows the pain of being wiped away by glass shards.

However, her face... Although the wound was not deep, it was not shallow either.

There was no one in the corridor, only him.

At his feet, there are cigarette butts on the ground, and his hanging heart never falls.

At this moment, he really wanted to go in and see how she was doing.

After all, she had been in for two hours.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the stairs.

Mu Chenmo lowered his head, his eyes were never attracted by the sound of footsteps.

Bai Yixuan walked up to him almost as quickly as possible, grabbed his collar and asked, "How is it? Is my sister's life in danger?"

"It's not life-threatening." Mu Chenmo raised his eyes, and met Bai Yixuan's anxious eyes, "It's just... Her face was scratched, and there may be very shallow scars."

Mu Chenmo's words were like a thunderbolt that struck Bai Yixuan to pieces.

He moved his lips and looked at him incredulously, "How... how could this happen?"

"I don't know either." Mu Chenmo shook his head lightly, then waved his hand away and smiled wryly.

If only he knew, why wait in the hospital.

In fact, he was quite scared, afraid that Fu Sisi would feel a little uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)