Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 313 Such a Pearl (4)
When she felt the warm breath, she took a long breath, stood up, looked at Song Yi, "You are really brave!"

Song Yi shrugged nonchalantly, "I've long since ceased to be one of your 'Mad World' people, so I'm naturally bold."

"You..." Mingzhu's anger suddenly rose, and she was about to speak, but Song Yi stopped her, "Mingzhu, you are such a smart person, how could you do such a stupid thing?"

Mingzhu narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "What do you mean?"

Now that things have happened, she has no intention of caring about whether she is stupid or not. What she is thinking about now is how to get Ye Zhenshan to send her and Ling Mo abroad.

Song Yi raised his head and looked upstairs with dim eyes, and finally settled on the third floor, where the window opened by Ding Feng had already been closed by him, "The women upstairs saw Ling Mo shot with their own eyes, and also heard it with their own ears. Hearing the sound of the explosion, from her point of view, Ling Mo was already dead, and you appeared so rashly today, didn't you tell her clearly that Ling Mo is still alive?"

Mingzhu bit her lower lip angrily, but said nothing.

Song Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at Ding Feng who was unconscious at her feet, "Of course, if you don't consider my factors, you can let Ding Feng kill her, but..."

After a slight pause, his tone suddenly became harsher, "There were so many opportunities in the past, but you didn't kill Ye Chen, now it seems even more inappropriate to kill her at such a critical moment; what's more... "

Song Yi paused, his eyes narrowed, and that not-so-bright gaze swept toward Mingzhu's lower abdomen vaguely.

Mingzhu's heart tightened, she subconsciously covered her lower abdomen, and stared back at him with some lack of confidence, "What's more?"

Even Ling Mo didn't know that secret, so it's possible that he would know. The people back then were all silenced. Even if Jia was saved by He Yilang, it was impossible for Jia to tell others. She really didn't believe that he would know. !
Song Yi looked back, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. Just when Mingzhu's patience was about to be exhausted, he slowly opened his mouth in a string of smoke rings, "Jia Zi After being betrayed by his wife, I secretly made up my mind..."

He looked at Mingzhu without any ups and downs, "Mingzhu, do you want to continue talking?"

In just half a sentence, Mingzhu's complexion changed drastically. The already pale moonlight shone on her body, and even made her face lose all blood, and her pupils suddenly dilated and then contracted, as if she had suffered a lot. Stimulated, eyes panicked, "How did you know?"

A wry smile flashed across Song Yi's eyes, "Otherwise, you think my medical skills are so good, why would Jia try every means to get rid of me?"

Since being betrayed by his wife, Jia's psychology has been completely distorted, and he passed on his own imbalance to Mingzhu, who is also the saint of the "Mad World".

On the day Ming Zhu had menarche at the age of 14, he made up an excuse and sent Ming Daoyuan far away, and he...

He appeared in her room with seven or eight masked men who were many times bigger than Mingzhu.

That night, the moonlight that shone into her room through the window was exactly the same as that of this night, and it was also so cold that it made one's heart shudder.

Realizing what Jia was going to do to her, she begged for mercy, and even knelt in front of Jia, begging for mercy repeatedly, but he still didn't let her go.

Her wailing and crying were all covered by the low growls of desire from strange men, one after another... forcibly occupying her not yet fully grown body.

The bed was covered with blood, she no longer knew if it was her menstrual blood or...

Ming Daoyuan came back half a month later. At this time, she had almost been treated by Jia's good medicine. At least she couldn't see any signs from the outside. She knew the trauma that could never be healed.

That night, she bled heavily and contracted a serious gynecological disease. Inadvertently, she heard the doctor who came to treat her tell Jia that she would never be able to be a mother again.

At that time, she was young and did not quite understand what it meant for a woman not to be a mother.

During that time, she had been depressed. Ming Daoyuan hadn't questioned her. For the sake of her so-called face, or to keep her status as a "saint" superior to others, she chose to remain silent.

It wasn't until she saw Ling Mo at the age of 16 that she hated that humiliating past so much, especially since she couldn't have another child.

She wanted to occupy Ling Mo alone so much, but she didn't kill Ye Chen last time with Ruan Chuanhan's hand. On the one hand, she was really afraid that Ling Mo would not forgive her if she knew about it; She loves Ling Mo so much, since she can't bear it herself, she asks another woman to bear it for him, and then she will raise it.

That painful memory was so painful that it seemed to be engraved into the bones. It was deliberately sealed for so many years. When I recalled it again, there was a deep coldness in the eyes of the pearl, and the teeth were clenched tightly, making a gurgling sound.

Song Yi flicked the soot between his fingers, "I am the doctor who treated you back then. After seeing you, I was temporarily safe for a few years. Jiasheng is suspicious. Your father accidentally told me a few more words In a word, it made him want to kill me, it was Ling Mo who saved me."

The grace of saving lives is hundreds of times more important than the grace of dripping water. How could he not wholeheartedly "serve" his Boss Ling.

"Impossible!" Mingzhu shook her head again and again, her face turned even paler, "Although the doctor who treated me was also wearing a mask, I remember his voice. young people."

Mingzhu's calculation was not wrong. When she was 14 years old, Song Yi happened to be eighteen or nineteen years old.

Song Yi chuckled, threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, stretched out his foot to crush it, and spoke again, his voice was completely different from before, "She is bleeding a lot, the wall of her uterus has been severely injured, and I am afraid she will never be a mother again in this life. "

"You..." Mingzhu stretched out her hand and pointed at Song Yi with a trembling index finger. She wanted to say something, but apart from the word "you", she really couldn't say anything else.

The seven or eight men who raped her back then had already been found out by her feeling. All of them were dead and their bones were ashes. The man standing in front of him was the only one who knew besides Jia. Ling Mo hid him in a dark place a long time ago.

(End of this chapter)