"...Yang Mu'an, actually I really like you. But, if you are to blame for your bad fate, whose son are you? Why should it be Yang Mufan's son?! Don't blame Auntie, I am cruel and merciless. Who would let it be because of you?
With the existence of Shengsheng, she might lose everything she should have?! Don’t worry, Auntie will never let you suffer at all, ha~!”
Wen Xiaorou stared at Yang Mu'an for a while, then slowly put on her gloves, then, as if going crazy, pulled out all the tubes inserted into Yang Mu'an's body.
Hearing the sudden piercing alarm sounds from various instruments, Wen Xiaorou burst out laughing crazily at the top of her voice.
That kind of madness, showing blood, showing rampantness, showing hatred, showing... the incomparable pleasure after revenge.
Yang Mu'an is finally dead, which means that from now on, no one can shake her position; no one can take away everything that belongs to her and Yang Mu Sheng; at the same time, she can finally sit back and relax.
As for Mu Wanqing, without the support of Mu An, what kind of waves could she make?!
Without Yang Mu'an, Yang Mufan wouldn't even look at her.
Wen Xiaorou looked straight at Yang Mu'an. She always felt that after finally succeeding, naturally... she would not leave any hidden dangers for herself.
So, she took out a bright fruit knife from her pocket.
The thin blade, wide and narrow, emitted bursts of chilling cold light in the dark ward.
The moment Wen Xiaorou raised the fruit knife high and stabbed it ferociously towards Yang Mu'an's heart, the dazzling cold light of the blade cut through the darkness, and when the tip of the knife was about to pierce the flesh...
"Shua~"
"Pa~"
"Boom~"
A lighter suddenly flew out, hit the blade of the knife accurately, and then fell heavily to the ground together with the fruit knife.
Wen Xiaorou was frightened out of her wits by the sudden scene. She had no time to react and instinctively turned her head to look in the direction where the lighter was flying.
The moment she raised her head, she saw clearly: at the door of the ICU ward, a tall and tall black figure was leaning against the door of the ICU. The green light with a dark and cold glow shone from behind him, making his figure look even more...
Tall, like a ghost, cold and evil.
Although she couldn't see his appearance clearly, Wen Xiaorou already knew who that person was - Yang, Mu, Fan.
Didn't he leave the hospital with Tianlang Tianhu and others to chase Huangfu Ye?!
Why did he appear in the hospital again?!
Almost instantly, all the color drained from Wen Xiaorou's proud face.
She stared blankly at the man who exuded a creepy cold air in the darkness, unable to move for a long time.
Yang Mufan leaned casually on the door frame and lit a cigarette lazily.
The cigarette is clamped on the fingertips of her slender, beautiful right hand, and the white circles under her eyes are floating upwards in a spiral manner, slowly and unhurriedly.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally spoke in a hushed, magnetic voice: "I'll give you a chance to explain."
Hearing this, Wen Xiaorou shivered immediately. In all these years of knowing him, it was the first time she heard him speak to her in such a cold voice.
"Mu Fan, I had no choice but to do it..." Wen Xiaorou said with a trembling voice and a cry.
"Come on, tell me, how come you have no choice but to do it?" Yang Mufan took a puff of cigarette, first exhaled it leisurely, and then his voice was so indifferent that no emotion could be heard, "If you explain yourself well, maybe I can use the Internet