The president's love for the little runaway wife

Chapter 135

"As I said...Zhao Ziwei, I will let you die..." Mo Rou said, the strength of her right hand increased gradually, and the tip of the knife, which was shining with a life-threatening aura, pierced Zhao Ziwei's chest inch by inch .

The sound of skin and flesh splitting rang in the ears of the two of them.

"what……"

Zhao Ziwei let out a cry of pain, and put his right hand on Mo Rou's wrist, but he had no strength to struggle and resist. He drank half a glass of wine with sleeping pills, and was forcefully swallowed by Mo Rou, the wound on his back Although it was not fatal, the excessive bleeding had made his consciousness more and more confused, and his eyelids were as heavy as ever.

"Mo Rou, you, if you kill me, you won't feel better..."

Mo Rou pulled out the knife forcefully, and the blood gushed out from his chest. Zhao Ziwei twitched a few times. He tightly covered the wound on his chest with his powerless hands, but the blood seeped from between his fingers.

The color of the blood looked really scary, symbolizing the loss of life.

Mo Rou didn't disobey him at all, she saw his blood continuously flowing out of his body at a close distance, and the strong smell of blood filled the surroundings, she looked at it, and bent her lips in pleasure.

"Zhao Ziwei, you will slowly, slowly bleed to death...Are you afraid? If you had been more honest and treated me better back then, I might not be able to bear this heart and carve 'slave' on my body." Words, together with that tattoo master BO me, took a video, beat me every night to gain pleasure...Zhao Ziwei, a pervert like you, I will never let you die too comfortably!"

"what--"

There was another scream, which resounded everywhere in the room, and the shiny fruit knife was stabbed between Zhao Ziwei's legs.

Once Mo Rou made a move, he would show no mercy.

The three stabs that stabbed Zhao Ziwei, one was stabbed in the back of his hand, the other was stabbed in his chest, and the other was stabbed at the root of his life. Well, even if Zhao Ziwei was lucky enough to survive, he could no longer be a man.

This kind of cruelty, let alone Zhao Ziwei back then, I'm afraid I have to sigh to myself, not as good as Mo Rou.

Gradually, the suffocation from excessive blood loss made Zhao Ziwei unable to hold on any longer. His pupils slowly turned white and closed, and the whole sofa was stained with his blood. The smell of blood was lingering.

Standing on the edge of the sofa, Mo Rou saw that he closed his eyes, swallowed his breath, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground dejectedly.

"Zhao Ziwei...hehe...I took revenge...hehe...I said I would kill you..."

Dazed by ecstasy, she spoke incoherently, her eyes full of hatred stared at Zhao Ziwei's pale face, and the smile in her eyes was insane.

After an unknown amount of time, the temperature of Zhao Ziwei's body gradually dropped, turning him into a cold corpse.

Mo Rou regained her senses. She looked at Zhao Ziwei's body with a calm face, and the depths of her eyes began to slowly seep out the viciousness of a poisonous snake.

Of course she knew that Zhao Ziwei was dead, and she must be the first person to be interrogated by the police.

So, before she left the palace house, she had already sent a short message to Gong Ling...

Although Gong Ling will never listen to her again, but... She told the truth about that night at Long's house. She misunderstood Ms. Yan Jinxuan, and at the same time, Gong Ling would know that he also misunderstood Yan Jinxuan. If he cared a little bit about Yan Jinxuan, he would definitely bring Yan Jinxuan to meet her. After seeing her and saying sorry, Gong Ling would go down the steps and express his apology to Yan Jinxuan.

Mo Rou thinks so, she will not allow this link to fail.

So, before she went to the villa, she contacted the previous paparazzi, Reporter Zhang, took the money, and asked him to follow Gong Ling.

On the way to the villa, she received a reply from reporter Zhang, saying that Gong Ling was indeed with Yan Jinxuan!
The night outside has gradually darkened.

Mo Rou stood in the cold living room, the breath of death surrounded her, she began to make herself afraid, her body trembled, tears of fear oozed out of her eyes, her emotions gradually brewed in place.

With slender white fingers, she held the phone tremblingly, unlocked the screen lock, found Gong Ling's phone number, and dialed it.

"Beep beep..."

I was busy with the sound for a long time, and when I was about to hang up automatically, the call got through.

"Hello?" Gong Ling's voice was extremely hoarse, implying a slight panting of affection.

Mo Rou's mind went blank for a moment, and then she cried out in disbelief, tears dripping down in strings.

"Ling... Ling... I, I..." She had a pitiful tone as if she was so frightened that she lost her voice, it was hard to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Gong Ling frowned, and asked a three-word question, slightly irritated in the cold: "What's wrong?"

Such a tone made Mo Rou startled, shouldn't it be like this?Gong Ling never showed her impatient side.

With a cry of 'Wow', Mo Rou yelled in panic, "Gong Ling, I killed someone..."

kill! ! !

Gong Ling only felt a 'buzz' in his head, and the pot exploded, and his thoughts quickly pulled out of the confusion just now. He just listened, and he asked anxiously: "What? Gong Rou ,What did you say?"

"Ling, Zhao, Zhao Ziwei is dead, dead... Come here quickly, you... I, I don't know what to do... Gong Ling, save me... save me..." Mo Rou cried bitterly He cried several times until he choked up and begged.

Human life is at stake, and the situation is urgent, Gong Ling didn't have time to think more, stepped on the gas pedal, and the BMW drove all the way on the street that was first illuminated.

In the dark night, the lights in front of the car pierced the darkness.

With bare feet, Mo Rou stumbled all the way, ran out of the villa, saw Gong Ling who had just got out of the car parked by the roadside, and she knelt down towards him with a puff.

"Ling, Ling...help me...please help me..."

Mo Rou hugged Gong Ling's thigh, crying and begging him, her eyes were extremely flustered and scared to the extreme.

Gong Ling also lost his mind, just pulled her up, and asked her with a frown: "Are you sure? Really, really dead?"

"Hmm..." Mo Rou choked up and nodded.

"You run away, before you find out, you run away quickly." Gong Ling said.

He didn't ask the reason, but just hoped that she would escape from here as soon as possible. The crime of murder will be sentenced to more than ten or twenty years. If she is caught, it means her life will be ruined. She is such a proud person, how could she endure the prison suffering.

"No, no..."

Unexpectedly, Mo Rou shook her head. She raised her red and swollen eyes from crying, and tightly grasped Gong Ling's arm, as if grasping a life-saving straw, very tightly.

(End of this chapter)