Luo Xi almost bit the tip of her tongue How could she mean this?
She just asked him not to force her in the future The corners of Jing Mohao's lips were close again, "If you don't speak, it seems that I have to take the initiative.
There was a trace of horror in Luo Xi's eyes, "Jing Mohao, please don't."
Jing Mohao didn't care about Luo Xi's words of rejection.
His brother was kicked hard by this woman on the plane.
Now it's time for him to avenge his brother.
Luo Xi couldn't bear his fierce attack, and her lower body twitched and hurt.
She couldn't help but beg, "Jing Mohao, I'm very good."
Jing Mohao had long been accustomed to ignoring her weak excuses, and the movements of his waist not only continued, but also became faster, "It's very comfortable, it feels so good."
"I'm in pain."
Luo Xi felt a pain in his back and lower abdomen, and couldn't tell where it came from.
Jing Mohao thought it was another excuse she used to excuse him.
Regardless of her begging for mercy, he directly stepped into her deepest privacy and understood her most profoundly.
It wasn't until Luo Xi felt a burst of warmth flow out of his body and his brows twisted into a rope that Jing Mohao noticed something was wrong underneath him.
He looked down and saw a bit of shock in his usually calm eyes.
He saw a stream of blood slowly flowing out from under Luo Xi's body, which was shockingly red.
Jing Mohao quickly helped her put on her clothes and held her in his arms, "Luo Xi, what's wrong with you?"
"It hurts."
Luo Xi's lips have begun to turn blue, and his face has become pale and weak.
Jing Mohao didn't ask any more questions and immediately called Jian Qing to tell him to rush to Paris immediately.
He also called Ouyang to inform him of his location.
In less than three minutes, the helicopter led by Ouyang arrived, and Luo Xi fell into coma in the man's strong arms.
After the plane landed, Jing Mohao quickly boarded the plane holding Luo Xi, whose legs were covered in blood.
"Young Master, you are injured."
Ouyang was instantly nervous when he saw the wound on Jing Mohao's arm and the blood all over his body.
"Then why don't you fly faster?"
Jing Mohao shouted at him with scarlet eyes.
He was in no mood to settle accounts with him now, he just wanted to send the woman to the hospital quickly.
"Yes" Ouyang immediately walked into the cab and ordered the driver to move forward quickly.
Paris hospital.
Jing Mohao stood outside the operating room with his head sullenly smoking a broken cigar, his eyes fixed on the light sign above the operating room without blinking.
Finally, the lights went out and the door to the operating room was opened.
Jian Qing took off her mask, relaxed her tense nerves, and walked out.
Jing Mohao stepped forward quickly, looking intently, "How is she?"
Jian Qing glanced at the poisonous snake fang marks on the man's arm that were still fleshy and oozing with traces of blood.
She held his arm and reminded him, "Let me help you deal with the wound first."
Seeing that he refused to say anything, Jing Mohao knew it was definitely not a good sign, so he grabbed him and couldn't help but growl, "What's going on with her?"
"Hao, no one is to blame for this.
You should take care of yourself first."
Jian Qing pointed at his arm.
Jian Qing's unclear words made Jing Mohao even more angry, and he used his hands harder, as if he could tear Jian Qing's surgical gown to pieces at any time, "Speak to me clearly."
"Hao, I haven't told you before" Before Jian Qing started speaking, Luo Xi was already pushed out of the operating room by the medical staff.
Jing Mohao immediately stepped forward and saw Luo Xi's face, which was still sleepy but as pale as paper, with handsome eyebrows carved into mounds
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