Never deeply in love

Mo Zihan's eyes were as sharp as a blade. At the moment the other party launched the attack, he slapped the wheelchair, stepped back, picked up the microphone that Lin Daimo had left and smashed it at the other party.

A series of movements, as fast as thunder and lightning, so agile that it was almost unnoticeable, he was still sitting in a wheelchair.

The man who stabbed Mo Zihan couldn't avoid a scream. He was hit on the shoulder by the microphone, which made his hands freeze in pain. Two seconds later, the man's expression became even angrier and fiercer. "You, find, die -"

As soon as the word'death' was spoken, the man was already furious and slashed at him again with a dagger.

Mo Zihan was focused, his eyes fixed on each other, and he was trying to think about how to avoid it. Just then, Bai Mingyue jumped over and pushed Mo-tse han and his wheelchair away.

Suddenly, Mo-tse was caught off guard and could not bear to regain his senses when he heard a painful groan.

Mo Zihan looked back, his pupils suddenly constricted and he lost his voice. "Bai, ming, yue."

Bai Mingyue didn't even have time to turn around. She had been stabbed in the back of her shoulder, and her eyes darkened with pain. Before she lost consciousness, she could only use all her strength to say a word to Mo-tse han, "Quick - run -"

"Stupid, stupid." Mo-tse's cold eyes were about to split, and his eyes were as fierce as a demon. When he looked at Bai Mingyue's limp body, he truly felt heartache at this moment.

"One, one, ten thousand." When the other party realized that he had not hit the target and was about to make trouble for him, Mo Zihan sat in a wheelchair, his eyes swept around, his face looked like an emperor, and he drank in a deep voice.

The gangsters saw that they were dealing with a man in a wheelchair who was not able to move. They ignored him completely and let one of their brothers do it. The others stood with their hands behind their backs and surrounded him.

At this moment, six members of the gang, including the man who did it, could not help but look at Mo-tse with bright eyes when they heard what he said. They looked at him in unison, like hungry wolves - finding fatter prey.

"I'll give you a million dollars." Mo Zihan took out a card from his arms and threw it out. His eyes were as sharp as a sword. "Who told you to deal with me?"

The man who killed him grabbed the card and Lin Daimo's face turned pale. "Don't listen to him..."

In a hurry, she could not help but blurt out. Before she could finish her sentence, she realized that she was

The slip of the tongue was quickly silenced, but it was too late. Mo Zihan's sharp eyes swept towards her, and she was so frightened that her lips trembled and she could not speak for a long time.

"Why should we believe you can afford a million dollars?"

Several gang members looked at each other, and for a moment, one of them couldn't help asking questions.

Mo Zihan looked at them coldly. "You can check now. I can't run away."

"You know the truth." The man with the card looked at him proudly.

"Now, it's your turn to answer my question." Mo-tse glanced coldly at Bai Mingyue, who was lying on the ground. Blood was flowing out and stained the clothes she was wearing. He looked at Lin Daimo with icy eyes and asked coldly, "Is that her?"

Although it was a question, it was an undeniable conclusion, and the tone was as cold as the winter.

"No, it's not me, it's not young master Mo. I..." Lin Daimo's heart was pounding, and he looked at him in shock like a knife, unable to utter a complete sentence, and he kept retreating.

"Speak!" Mo Zihan snapped, his voice harsh, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes wide open.

Six members of the underworld, for a moment, lost their voice and did not dare to face this man who showed his prowess. Even though he was in a wheelchair, he had the imposing manner of a superior man, which made people afraid to face him.

Miss, I'm sorry. He gave us a million dollars as soon as he made his move." The man holding the card took a step back in shock at Mo Zihan's horrifying eyes. He still looked at the million dollar card in his hand in doubt, his eyes burning with enthusiasm.

Without a second's hesitation, he betrayed Lin Daimo.

Lin Daimo's face was deathly pale. "You, you..."

"Good." Mo Zihan looked at her and sneered. "You like men a lot, don't you?"

"Mo, young master Mo..." Lin Daimo looked at him with a pale face and a trembling figure. She liked rich and powerful men, but...

Mo Zihan's next words sent her into hell in an instant.

"No..." Lin Daimo tried to run. The six men's eyes were revealing and lewd. They stopped her together, like a pack of wolves that saw a fat sheep. They had a great deal of money and color.

Realizing what she was going to face next, Lin Daimo was terrified to death and screamed in despair, "Help... Help... Ah -"

The man's lewd laughter and the woman's screams and cries filled the room in an instant, mixed with the sound of torn clothes, especially piercing.

Mo Zihan bent down and picked up white Ming Yue. At this moment, no one paid attention to them, and Mo Zihan only saw the woman in his arms who had fainted. This fool, the man's face was grim, but there was a flash of pain in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he took Bai Mingyue away.

Lin Daimo was desperate to die, and Mo Zihan's cold and heartless voice echoed in his mind, word by word, like ice knives and snow arrows, piercing the heart.

"I leave this woman to you. Good, good, enjoy."

She would never forget that when Mo Zihan said this, he looked at her like he was looking at a dead man. She had never seen such a terrible look in her eyes, nor had she ever seen such a terrible man.

Lin Daimo closed his eyes in despair and gave up the futile struggle.

Six men stripped her of her clothes, and the loud, excited gasps rang in her ears like nightmares.

Hospital.

Mo Zihan raised his hand to wipe it, and his finger touched some blood. Then he realized that he was too nervous and worried to bite his lower lip without knowing it.

Looking up at the closed door of the operating room, Mo Zihan frowned, his expression tense, and his wheelchair hand was so strong that his knuckles were faintly white.

"Young master Mo, miss bai will be fine." Su Zhe looked at him in surprise. He couldn't stand it and couldn't help but persuade him.

"Really?" Mo-tse closed his eyes coldly. "It's been more than an hour."

Bai Mingyue had been inside for more than an hour, and Mo Zihan's deliberately calm expression could not hide the pity and worry in his eyes.

It was the first time in all these years that Su Zhe had seen Mo Zihan lose his composure.

After the car accident and betrayal, Mo Zihan had no one and nothing to do to make him frown, but this time, not only because Bai Mingyue made an exception, but also completely lost his calm and reason.

Su zhe opened his mouth. Looking at Mo Zihan like this, he didn't know how to persuade her. He saw Bai Mingyue covered in blood. Even if he was a doctor, it was difficult to determine her safety.

"Su Zhe." Mo-tse's cold eyes suddenly became stern. "How did you do what I told you?"

After sending Bai Mingyue to the hospital, he asked Su Zhe to call the police. He wouldn't let anyone go, including Lin Daimo.

Bai Mingyue, who was so nervous in the operating room, only then did he think of it.

"Young master Mo, the police have arrested those people, six men and one woman." When su zhe saw Mo Zihan's extremely cold face, he knew that young master Mo would never let them go so easily.

Sure enough, Mo Zihan followed and looked up at him. His handsome face was as cold as a blade, and his heart was numb. He said coldly, "The man who stabbed Bai Mingyue..."

"Don't worry, young master Mo. I know what to do." Before he could finish, Su Zhe understood what he meant. "He hurt miss bai, so he must pay the price."

In front of Mo Zihan, Su Zhe palmed and made a cut at his wrist.

Mo-tse snorted coldly. It was already a good deal for him to cripple one of his hands. If Bai Mingyue had a long story or two, it would not be enough for the other to pay for it with his life.

The lights dimmed and the door to the operating room opened at the same time.

The medical staff pushed Bai Mingyue out of the operating room. The doctor took off his mask and before he could speak, Mo Zihan had already stepped forward and asked,

"Doctor, is she okay?"

Mo Zihan looked at the unconscious Bai Mingyue for a moment. She was lying on her stomach, revealing her snow-white back and bandaged her left back. Her almost transparent white face made his heart tighten and hurt.

"The patient's blood type is special. There is very little blood in the blood bank. Fortunately, there was not much blood loss in time. After stopping the bleeding, he received some blood. Now it's no big deal. Don't worry." The doctor gave Mo Zihan a detailed account of Bai Mingyue.

"Then why isn't she awake?" Mo Zihan looked at Bai Mingyue nervously, his frown never letting go.

She knew she had a special blood type, but she didn't care about her life for him? Mo Zihan was in a complicated mood. His gaze fell on a red birthmark on her back, and he couldn't help but freeze. This birthmark...

A flash flashed through his mind. He frowned and pondered for a moment.

"Young master Mo, miss bai is still under anesthesia. When the anesthetic is gone, she will naturally wake up." Su Zhe looked at Mo Zihan and explained.

When Mo Zihan heard this, he looked so calm that his heart finally relaxed.

"The patient needs a good rest..." The doctor asked the nurse to push Bai Mingyue to the icu, gave them some advice, and then asked uncertainly, "Who are the family members of the patient?"

"Me." Without hesitation, Mo Zihan watched as she was pushed into the ward. "I'm her... Man."

Su Zhe looked at him in shock, not missing the flash of affection in his eyes. Was this the same cold and heartless Mo Zihan he knew?

He was really moved by Ming Yue. Realizing this, su zhe did not come back to his senses for a few seconds.

"Young master Mo," Su Zhe returned to her senses and cleared her throat. "I'm afraid miss bai will be hospitalized for at least a week. Would you like to inform her family to take care of her?"

Mo-tse refused without thinking, "No."