38: C38 Bitter

C38 Bitter

The man in front of him was dressed in all sorts of clothes. He was Young Master Su, who was like a beautiful flower blooming, the richest man in the capital, Su Liancheng.

The reason why he was dressed like this was because an hour ago, Murong Yun left the mansion due to some business, while he was playing in the mansion.

In the end, Su Liancheng's dad came looking for him. In order to avoid Su Liancheng's dad, he made himself look like this.

"Eighth Sister-in-law? What's wrong with you? " Su Liancheng looked worried. What happened? Why was Eighth Sister-in-law's body covered in injuries?

Was eighth brother bullying Eighth Sister-in-law again?

Thinking this way, Su Liancheng said with a straight face, "Eighth brother, this is your fault. Even if Eighth Sister-in-law doesn't like you now, you can't bully her like this. Look at how hard you beat her up."

"What and what?" So Su Liancheng thought Murong Yun hit her?

Luo Jianjian raised her hand to rub her forehead. "Su Liancheng, it's not what you think."

Su Liancheng blinked, "What's that like? Eighth Sister-in-law, tell me, who bullied you? This little brother will definitely avenge you! "See if I skin him or not! Suck his tendons!"

Feng Qing, who was behind, just happened to be carrying a man with blood all over his body. He casually threw him on the ground with a bang. That person was still conscious and couldn't help but scream in pain, "Young Master Su, he's here."

Murong Yun did not have the time to waste on him, "Go call Zimo over."

Recently, Lin Zimo had been holed up in his house and refused to go out. He didn't know what had happened.

With that, Murong Yun carried Luo Jianjian and walked inside.

Su Liancheng also knew that this wasn't the time to ask questions. He chuckled and took off his jacket, revealing the more normal clothes underneath. Then he wiped his face with his jacket and returned to his usual handsome look.

"Feng Qing, look after him carefully. When I come back, I'll flay his pants."

Feng Qing's expression did not change. He pretended to hear a bullshit, "Mhmm."

Su Liancheng twitched his mouth: "Just like your master, he's as boring as a woman. Serves him right!"

Feng Qing refused to be outdone. "Feng Qing naturally cannot be compared to Young Master Su, who has a nostalgia for the Ten-Thousand Flowers Grass. Every day, he would force his way through the generations …"

"…" Was it heart-piercing? I'm in so much pain!

Luo Jianjian, who hadn't walked far, clearly heard every word of their bickering. The corner of her mouth twitched as she asked, "Do they usually act like this?"

Murong Yun acknowledged: "No need to bother."

Murong Yun brought Luo Jianjian to his room and gently put her on the bed.

The layout of Murong Yun's room was very simple, but no matter what it was, it was a treasure that could only be found by luck.

For example, if you were to buy that vase from an auction house, it would be worth at least tens of millions!

Besides, although she could not exactly tell what kind of wood was used to make this table, judging by the craftsmanship, the craftsmanship and the color, she would probably not be able to get it even if there were no more than eight million yuan.

Murong Yun was truly rich...

Even though she was injured, Luo Jianjian didn't forget her money-grubbing personality. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she was. Marrying such a rich Eighth Prince without having to do that sort of thing between husband and wife, no matter how you look at it, she liked it too much.

Murong Yun did not relax. Once again, he channeled his inner energy into Luo Jianjian's body like it was free. Just to ease the pain on Luo Jianjian's body, he was able to speed up the recovery of her wounds.

Luo Jianjian's eyes trembled as she looked straight into the man's eyes, "Murong Yun, why are you being so nice to me?" It was so good that she was embarrassed to accept it.

Murong Yun curled his lips. He had never been this serious before. "Because you are mine."

Was she his?

If Murong Yun had said that from the beginning, she would definitely think that he was a lecher and that he had to stay away!

However, the current Luo Jianjian … It was because of these words that caused his heart to be in complete chaos.

Luo Jianjian did not know that there were two kinds of people in Murong Yun's world.

One was their own people, the other was a stranger.

For example, Su Liancheng was one of them, and Luo Jianjian was one of them. Murong Yun had taught them everything, and anyone who dared to touch one of their own would end up dying.

And if it was a stranger, their fates would be determined by their fates. Even if they died in front of him, he would remain indifferent.

This kind of person could be said to be extreme, but Eighth Prince was originally like this.

"What are you going to do with that person?" Luo Jianjian was referring to the person who had killed her.

"Asking about the masterminds and then killing them?"

Murong Yun answered without hiding anything, "Yes."

After answering, Murong Yun looked at Luo Jianjian's expression. Would she think that he was cruel?

For those who wanted to kill her, she would not be lenient.

To be merciful to one's enemies was to be cruel to oneself. She wasn't stupid enough to be soft-hearted and forgive those who had killed her.

"Then let's do it."

Deep down, Luo Jianjian and Murong Yun were very similar.

While speaking, the door was pushed open. Su Liancheng dragged Lin Zimo with him and ran to the bedside.

"Eighth brother Eighth Sister-in-law, you're here!"

This was the second time Luo Jianjian saw Lin Zimo.

Last time was when he was at the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The Lin Zimo of today was different from that bright day. He wore a grey long robe and black boots. His hair was a bit messy and there was an unconcealable cyan color in his eyes.

It was as if he had been dejected for a long time. Even if he cleaned up a bit, the dark circles in his eyes could not be easily hidden.

He looked at Luo Jianjian who was lying on the bed with a complicated expression on his face.

"I don't know what's going on with Mo. No wonder he's gone. He's holding his breath. If I didn't tell him to treat Eighth Sister-in-law, he would still be lying on the bed."

Luo Jianjian's heart trembled. It was a throbbing that came from the depths of her soul. It was … It came from the original owner's mood.

Her eyes were red from being unable to control herself, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes. It was clear that the wound wasn't painful at all, but she just couldn't stop them.

It was this body that was crying!

Murong Yun, who had everything under control, panicked for the first time. "Jianjian …" His voice was low and husky.

"Does it hurt?" Murong Yun fell into a deep self-reproach. If he had kept Feng Qing by her side, she definitely wouldn't have gotten hurt!

Through Murong Yun, Luo Jianjian, who was in the depths of his soul, was looking at him …

Lin Zimo seemed to have sensed something, seeing eighth brother's reaction and seeing the tears at the corner of the woman's eyes, he couldn't help but shiver!0

Jianjian still likes him?

"No, it's just that my eyes have sand in them." Luo Jianjian roughly wiped her tears. There were still a few drops of dried blood on her face, which added to her charm.

Murong Yun rubbed her head in heartache, "Check your injuries first?"

"Alright." Luo Jianjian took a deep breath. The feeling of being unable to control her emotions was too terrible!

Lin Zimo stepped forward and placed his trembling hand on Luo Jianjian's wrist. At this moment, Luo Jianjian had already returned to normal. She only gave Lin Zimo an emotionless look.

The corner of Lin Zimo's mouth was filled with bitterness. Did he overthink it? Jianjian's heart... It no longer belonged to him.

"Fourth Miss has offended you …" As he spoke, he lifted the clothes off Luo Jianjian's arm and looked at her injury.

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