When Yang Lin raised the knife, the bodyguard's long leg flew up and kicked her slender wrist directly.
There was a "pong" sound.
The knife fell to the ground, and Yang Lin fell to the ground in pain, holding her wrist that seemed to fall off, and looked at the person who kicked her with tears in her eyes.
She shrank to the wall, suddenly scared to death.
Zhuo Jian only glanced at the knife lightly, and then immediately looked away.
At this moment, she was angry.
"I'm not going to kill you, I'm just going to commit suicide."
Yang Lin cried in grief and anger.
Zhuo Jian looked at Yang Lin and felt funny.
Zhuo Jian stood up slowly, walked over, and looked down at the woman who was being stepped on.
suicide?
Zhuo Jian slowly knelt down in front of her, looked at her coldly, and said in a calm voice with determination, "If you want to die, don't die in front of me. I'm too dirty."
"My father is a gambler. I am besieged by debt collectors every day. My grandma is waiting for my money to save her life in the city hospital."
Yang Lin's hoarse voice spoke.
Zhuo Jian listened coldly, looking at her miserable appearance, but just asked her quietly: "Is this the reason why you pounce on a married man?"
"If I didn't do this, I would be driven to death."
Yang Lin said.
"The moment you violate morality, you are already pushing yourself to death."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she stood up slowly while holding her waist. She no longer looked at Yang Lin and just said lightly: "Let's go."
"Mrs. Fu, please."
Yang Lin's uninjured hand grasped Zhuo Jian's leg with difficulty, her hoarse and muffled voice already indistinct.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at her coldly: "Let go."
"No, please, you have done so much charity, and the Fu family is also known as a philanthropic family. Please give me a way out, otherwise those debt collectors will drive me to death."
Yang Lin continued to plead.
"I have no obligation to help you."
"Where's your morality? Where's your kindness? Is everything fake? Is it for outsiders to see? In fact, you are basically a selfish and superior woman, but why are you so cruel to me? Am I still here?
Isn’t it hard enough?”
The more Yang Lin talked, the more excited she became.
"I've seen people like you a lot. The moral concept of opening your mouth and shutting up seems to be that all women in the world are immoral, except for you who pounce on married men."
"I'm dirty?"
"Do you think you are a good person? The moment you opened your mouth, you already quoted your price?"
"what price?"
"Not worth a penny."
Zhuo Jian smiled.
Since her marriage to Fu Yanye was made public, she has experienced too much, seen too much, and heard too much.
What bad words has she not heard?
She doesn't like to argue or waste her saliva on such rubbish, but that doesn't mean that these rubbish can bully her.
"Are you scolding me? Zhuo Jian, what kind of good person do you think you are? Didn't you steal Mr. Fu from Lin Ruxiang? In fact, how can you be more noble than me? You are just an immoral bitch."
Yang Lin sneered, stepped back to the wall, looked up at her and accused.
"Beat her."
Zhuo Jian only made a cold sound after hearing this.
"Snapped."
Yang Lin was slapped hard on the face.
"Hit again."
Zhuo Jian continued his cold orders.
The bodyguard slapped her hard again, causing blood to flow from the corner of Yang Lin's mouth. She was beaten to the ground, trembling and making sounds of pain.
"Don't put any blame on me. I have no obligation to explain my past to you, but if you continue to try to kidnap me with your morality, I will teach you what the morality in your mouth is worth."
Zhuo Jian said coldly.
Yang Lin looked at her in disbelief. Yang Lin didn't expect Zhuo Jian to be so cruel.
There was also the bodyguard beside her. She was almost convulsing in pain and covering her face: "I want to sue you, I want to sue you. It is illegal to hit someone."
