Mo Ye grabbed the railing with both hands and gasped... Five years have passed. Is he really old? Of course not. What restrains his hands and feet is not only a dead memory area in his head, but also after the car accident.
His boxing and kicking skills were not well developed.
"Mr. Mo, come on!" Zhao Feilong stared at him with cold eyes, "If you don't fight me tonight, you are a coward! A coward who can't even protect his wife and children!"
He stimulated More Ye with words, and after he finished speaking, a hint of deep sarcasm rose at the corner of his lips.
After listening to his words, Mo Ye's black eyes suddenly became cold, his thin lips pursed tightly, he kicked off the boxing gloves on the stage, stood up, and faced Zhao Feilong's provocative gaze, he clenched his fists tightly
Tight, like a bow that has been tightened.
"Zhao Feilong, no matter whether I can defeat you today or not, I will let you see that I, Moer Ye, am by no means a coward!"
Before he finished speaking, he rushed up and swung at Zhao Feilong's right cheek...
However, the seemingly strong Zhao Feilong bowed and easily avoided his powerful fist. Mor Ye punched him in the chest again. Zhao Feilong retreated, flexibly swaying left and right, retreating step by step.
Every time, Morye's fists missed.
After a few moves, Moer Ye became manic and roared: "Zhao Feilong, if you have the guts, hit me!"
Hey! He really wants to be beaten! Zhao Feilong pulled his lips and smiled: "Okay! This is what you are willing to receive!"
Just when Mo Ye raised his leg to kick his lower body, Zhao Feilong suddenly rose into the air and kicked Mo Ye sharply on the head...
"I'll give you amnesia again!"
"Bang!" Moorye tilted his head, and sweat spread out like flowers. Then, his body fell heavily on the boxing ring.
There are so many stars, why are there so many stars on the ceiling? White, red, blue, colorful... they keep flying and shining.
Mo Ye blinked, and a sweet female voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Mo Ye, you are a devil, you have to die! I hate you, I hate you!"
"Ah..." With a scream, his mind suddenly flashed into a girl's body being thrown to the wall like a torn sack, and Jier falling to the ground like a green leaf with a blood red color.
"Xin'er?" Moor Ye's heart tightened, and he suddenly stood up with his hands on the ground. He turned his head and saw not Xin'er, but Zhao Feilong with an evil smile.
Zhao Feilong hooked his hand towards him, his tone still full of contempt, "You can't stand it anymore, right? Haha..." Seeing the blood slowly dripping from the corner of More Ye's mouth, he smiled again, "If you can't persist, then you have to admit it.
You are a coward, leave your wife and children to me, I will take them to Singapore, don't suffer along with you!"
"Zhao Feilong! If you want my wife and children, you won't be able to wait for ten lifetimes!" Moor Ye wiped the corner of his mouth, kicked his feet, and his handsome body suddenly spun in the air, and then he swept out his right leg violently.
Hit Zhao Feilong directly in the chest.
Zhao Feilong was stunned for a moment and had no time to dodge. After receiving the kick, he staggered and hit the rope. Then he bounced out and fell heavily to the ground.
More Ye calmed down, stepped over with a quick stride, picked him up with a neat movement, glared at him with angry eyes, clenched his fists and punched him hard in the face.
"This punch is because you took Xin'er away five years ago!"
"Bang..." He punched him in the chest again.
"This punch is to let you see that I, Mor Ye, am a man! I am a man!" He yelled, bent his elbow and hit Zhao Feilong on the back hard. Zhao Feilong was hit one after another, as if his body was weightless.
Lie forward.
Just when Mo Ye thought he was going to fall again, Zhao Feilong suddenly spun to the left. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and just hit Mo Ye on the back of the neck. Before Mo Ye could fight back, his right hand
Stretched out, an iron hammer-like fist slammed into Mo Ye's face.
Suddenly, Mo Ye's nosebleeds spurted out like water pillars in a fountain...
Before Zhao Feilong could stop, he grabbed Mo Ye's clothes and punched him in the stomach a few more times.
"Dong dong dong..."
The dull sound made by the punching bag and the "click" sound coming from the mouths of the two men echoed in the huge boxing gym for a while.
"A man who always makes his wife angry has the nerve to call him a man! Bah!" The last punch hit Mor Ye on the chin. Mor Ye raised his head, eyes flashing with gold, and fell to the ground again.
Blood had stained half of his face, his eyes were blurred, and his mouth was filled with a fishy and salty taste. The taste slid down his throat, making his internal organs sour and painful.
"Xin'er..." He mumbled his throat and made an almost inaudible sound, "I'm sorry, Xin'er..."
Zhao Feilong gasped and took a breath. He grabbed the hem of his clothes and lifted them up. He wiped the sweat on his face and the blood on the corners of his mouth, and then sat down next to Mo Ye.
He raised his eyebrows, looked at Mo Ye's painful and blue eyes, and his face stained red with blood, and smiled, "Do you know it hurts?"
More Ye didn't answer. He lay straight on the boxing ring and closed his eyes.
"Hey, if it hurts, get up again!" Zhao Feilong pushed him.
Mo Ye still didn't move. Zhao Feilong reached out and patted his chest. Several buttons of the high-end shirt had fallen off, and his exposed chest muscles were stained with a few drops of blood. His hair was messy, and his clothes were messy. This elegant man was now in disarray.
It looked a bit miserable at the time.
Zhao Feilong curled his lips. Although there were several bruises and purple marks on his face, he looked much lighter than Mo Ye.
"Are you not dead? Then take a good rest." Zhao Feilong jumped off the boxing ring, took a towel and jumped on again. Just when he wanted to wipe Mo Ye's face with the towel, Mo Ye suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly
He grabbed his hand and lifted it up.
"Zhao Feilong, I haven't taught you a lesson yet! How could you die?" His eyes were red and he pointed at Zhao Feilong with his aura, like a victorious king, domineering and majestic.
"Hey, Mo Ye, what did you remember?" Zhao Feilong tossed the towel, "You have lost your memory for so long, now you remember that I am your brother-in-law, right?"
"Stop being so wordy! Zhao Feilong, what I want to deal with is the bad things you did on the wedding day!" After saying that, he came over with a sharp fist.
Zhao Feilong dodged while laughing, "Forget it, it's been five years, your wife hasn't left with me, has she?"
"Why did you take him away?" Moor Ye seemed very angry, his eyes widened angrily, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Feilong's vest, his teeth gritted loudly, "Tell me! Why did you take her away?"
"Hey, I told you before, I like her. If it weren't for you, she would be my woman!" Zhao Feilong really didn't know if this man was thinking of something. The look in his eyes was obviously deeper and sharper than the previous two days.
, it seems that the cold and domineering man from before is back.
Hearing this, the corners of More Ye's lips twitched. He was like a lion whose eyes were red due to fighting. His muscles were tense, his chest was heaving, his eyes were red, and a few strands of black hair were stuck to his forehead, making his face look red.
The colorful colors made it more clear and distinguishable, but no matter how much he wanted to endure it, Zhao Feilong still saw the veins on his forehead beating and the crystals flickering in his eyes.
"Hey, I said Mo Ye, you don't understand? Well, let me tell you again, if you hadn't been cheating on your wife, would your wife have let me take her away? Think carefully about what you did to her before.
?Ah? How much suffering have you made her suffer? How much sin have you suffered?"
"..."
"Actually, you really don't have the right to love her. She was stupid. She thought you were dead, but she kept her chastity for you and raised your two children... You survived, and she was so happy that her two children finally had a father.
.”
"..." More Ye's eyes narrowed and became darker.
"Isn't it easy to find a father? Does it have to be a biological father? Even if you don't have a biological father, my great uncle can also support them and let them receive the best education! Mor Ye," Zhao Feilong patted his chest and then patted him again.
She got in his face and said, "I'd like to advise you. Regardless of whether you have recovered your memory or not, just let it go. That old woman in your family is a lunatic. With her, can my sister be happy? And you...ah!"
Before Zhao Feilong finished speaking, Moer Ye suddenly stretched out his foot and pushed Zhao Feilong down on the stage. He grabbed Zhao Feilong's neck and said fiercely: "I won't let go! I will let him go."
She is happy! I will!"
"You know? You have a foreign girl and a little foreign devil in your family. You let your real wife suffer and your children suffer. Is that what you call happiness?"
"Shut up!"
"I'll shut you up!" Zhao Feilong seemed to be angry. He suddenly pushed Mo Ye away like a volcanic tyrannosaurus, jumped up, and kicked Mo Ye hard on the back.
Mor Ye staggered and suddenly fell down on the rope. The irritated Zhao Feilong ran over and picked up his arm forcefully, dragging him to the middle of the stage...
"You bastard, remember, this time, I'm fighting for Xin'er!" He roared, and his voice shook the entire hall.
Then, he flew up and kicked Mo Ye hard on the chest.
"Bang!"
Moer Ye was thrown up like a sandbag, landed on the boxing ring, and lay sprawled on the ground...
My head hurts so much, it hurts like bone cracking. This pain goes beyond the pain in my chest. My eyes can't see clearly, I can't even see the stars. Only a familiar female voice echoes in my ears: "If we want to die, we will die together. If we want to die, we will die together."
"
Mo Ye lost contact all night, and the next day, Ling Kexin learned that he was admitted to the hospital, and the one who accompanied him was Zhao Feilong. She did not tell the babies the news, and drove there in a hurry alone.
Central Hospital.
In a high-end VIP ward, Mor Ye was lying upright on the hospital bed with an intravenous drip in his hand and white gauze wrapped around his chest, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"Er Ye." Ling Kexin walked to the bed and called softly. Looking at his bruised and swollen face, she straightened her facial features again and froze in disbelief.
Mo Ye's eyes slowly moved towards her. Today she was wearing an ordinary floral cotton dress with her hair tied up. She might have arrived in a hurry. She didn't even put on light makeup, and there were still a few spots on her forehead.
A messy hair.
However, she still looked good-looking in his eyes when she was eating noodles in clear soup.
He stared at her for a long time without looking away.
Ling Kexin was stunned by his stare. His strange gaze made her wipe her face in embarrassment and smiled, "You came right after you received the call. You didn't even wash your face, right?"
"No... Xin'er, please sit down." Mo Ye stretched out his hand and smiled slightly. Ling Kexin put her hand in his palm. He took it, then brought it to his mouth, kissed it, and said softly, "I worry about you.
Yes, I’m sorry.”
Ling Kexin sat on the chair and frowned, "How did you get into a fight?" In the previous phone call, Zhao Feilong only said that he had a fight with Mo Ye because he drank too much, but it was not a real fight.
Wasn't this a real beating? One of his ribs was broken and his face was covered in bruises.
"Let's play boxing." Mor Ye smiled and pulled his painful cheek. He wrinkled his nose again and suppressed his smile.
"This is the first time I found out that boxing can make people bruised and swollen." Ling Kexin gave him a look. Along the way, she had already guessed that Zhao Feilong might be venting his anger on her behalf, but he had lost his memory, and he couldn't be blamed for some things.
.
"Where are the babies?" Mo Ye changed the subject.
"At home."
"Mom misses them, please take them to the manor."
Ling Kexin paused, and her eyes showed confusion and contradiction. Mo Ye stared at it and asked softly: "Isn't it possible?"
"Did Chu Tianyu also return to Mo's Manor?"
"Yes."
"Then let the babies go when she is gone. I don't want the children to be in any danger again." As a mother, she has the responsibility and obligation to protect her children. At this time, she no longer has to worry about that.
For the sake of women, she told Mo Ye one by one all the bad things Chu Tianyu had done.
Mo Ye held her hand and slowly closed his black eyes. He did not speak, but his tight thin lips and furrowed brows revealed his annoyance and anger.
"Xin'er," he opened his eyes after a long time, and his eyes were already dark, "I will solve her problem. You take good care of the babies, and nothing like this will happen again!"
"Do you believe what I said?" Ling Kexin asked really stupidly.
Mo Ye smiled slightly and nodded, maybe he nodded too hard. He frowned and pointed at his chest, indicating that there was a little pain there. Ling Kexin touched it with her hands, not paying attention to the hidden parts under the gauze, which caused Mo Ye to shiver.
He grabbed her hand tightly and said, "Don't touch it, it will hurt more."
"It hurts more?"
"Yes." Moer Ye's cheeks were slightly red. He looked away. He didn't want Ling Kexin to see the lust in his eyes, but he didn't want Ling Kexin to lift a blanket covering him...
Ugh! After one glance, Ling Kexin's face turned red. She quickly put down the blanket, picked up the urinal from the bottom of the bed, stuffed it into the blanket, and then turned around.
Mo Ye twisted his face, reached in and touched the urinal, and was dumbfounded... He didn't think about it.
But if you don't want to, let's do it. Who told you to be dishonest? Even if a certain girl understands, she only thinks about you when she gives you a urinal.