But he didn't dodge at all, and allowed the dagger to pierce into his arm, and blood gradually dripped out.
He groaned, and the knife stabbed very deep, and it should have reached the bone. She was really ruthless, Wan Qing would never be ruthless to him.
"Are you letting go?" Su Wanqing stared at the man coldly, her face extremely ugly, her dark red eyes filled with anger, and the strength on the dagger became even stronger.
"Don't let go." Luo Xichen pursed her lips tightly, resisting the pain in her arm. Instead of holding on to her arm, her strength did not weaken, but became even stronger.
Su Wanqing was so angry that her nose almost became crooked.
"Ugly man, let go! I have a son and a husband. If you do this again, I will call you an indecent man!"
Luo Xichen's heart was pinched hard.
Ugly man?
Well...he is indeed a truly ugly man as he is now.
indecent?
If you pull and hold on to someone on the street, it seems that you are indeed suspected of indecent assault.
Have a son or a husband?
This sentence really touched his sore spot.
Wan Qing is dead and buried in the holy lake of the church. But the bad-tempered woman in front of her is only somewhat similar to her, and she is still a married woman...
Thinking of this, the movements of his hands involuntarily relaxed.
A man who lives in sin and self-blame is indeed unqualified.
"Lucifer!" Mecehlle, who got up from the ground, covered his cheek and rushed over. When he saw the wound on Luo Xichen's arm, his eyes suddenly turned green. "Why is it hurt? Was it done by that woman?"
Luo Xichen remained silent, her ice blue eyes following the mother and son closely.
Mechelle's heart sank. For the first time in eight years, she saw other emotions in these eyes besides deathly silence.
She thought that after Su Wanqing died and Luo Xichen returned to Italy sadly, she would finally have a chance. She followed him without any regrets, fought for him through life and death, and took the initiative to join the Michel family.
He watched him step by step achieve the status of the godfather of the European underworld.
Even if he doesn't give her a look, even if he treats her with disdain, Mechelle knows that as long as she still has this face, he will not really abandon her.
This time, she was even more shy and shamelessly followed him to City X, hoping to enhance communication between the two.
But now, that woman just now... just sounded like Su Wanqing, but she had already moved him to this extent!
"Don't touch me." Luo Xichen glanced at her coldly, with a dark face and cold eyes.
His eyes were like a knife, piercing her body and gouging out her heart.
Mechelle's face suddenly darkened. She let go of her hand, lowered her head, and said in a dumb voice: "I'm sorry, Lucifer, I was in a hurry and forgot that you don't like others touching you..."
"Who allowed you to call me by my first name? I don't remember when I gave you this privilege." Luo Xichen's lips curled up slightly, like an evil ghost.
The deep eyes were filled with ridicule... mocking her for not knowing her own abilities.
"I'm sorry, leader." Mechelle's face became paler and paler. She couldn't help but take a step back, not daring to look directly into those cold eyes.
With nowhere to vent her grievances and jealousy, she turned her head and saw Su Wanqing three steps away, and her green eyes suddenly became filled with resentment.
"Ugly woman, stop here, do you still want to run after hurting the leader?" Mechelle stepped forward, grabbed Su Wanqing's shoulder, and pulled her over.