Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

After a while, several burly bodyguards appeared and stepped forward to grab Xu Chenxi's arms.

Then the caregiver arrived and saw this scene in the room. The caregiver was stunned and afraid to speak.

Xiao Mo ordered her to take Zhang Han away, and the caregiver raised Zhang Han fearfully and helped him back into the wheelchair again.

At the moment the wheel rolled, Zhang Han looked back at Xu Chenxi.

Maybe this difference is forever.

But at this moment, he didn't know what to say.

He loved her in his heart and hated her at the same time.

Love her company, love her little bird, hate her vanity, hate her merciless betrayal.

I have known each other for more than four years, but at this moment there is nothing to say.

In the end, he chose to leave in silence.

Xu Chenxi watched him leave like this, her eyes calm and calm as water.

She looked at Xiao Mo with tears, as if she wanted to beg him to let her go.

But Xiao Mo was determined, and he was too lazy to look at her again.

Leaving the South China Community, Xu Chenxi was forced into the car, and the car drove to a private hospital.

Inside the hospital.

Xu Chenxi was lying on the operating table, all limbs tied with ropes, unable to move.

She was not very obedient, so Xiao Mo had to order coercive measures.

This is a separate operating room, which is huge and spacious. The icy scalpels are placed together, emitting a dazzling light under the light, which makes people creepy.

Speaking of this hospital, it was founded by Xiao Mo many years ago.

At that time, he did it for one person, but unfortunately he couldn't keep her in the end.

Xiao Mo walked into the next room and sat on a soft leather sofa, looking at the other side of the one-way perspective glass.

The two doctors have walked into the operating room and began to prepare and check the surgical tools.

Xu Chenxi lay on the operating table and shouted hoarsely, "I beg you... don't move my child..."

"Xiao Mo, I beg you... this kid is innocent..."

"As long as you are willing to let him go, you are willing to let me be a cow and a horse, I beg you..."

"I know you can hear me, Xiao Mo, please let them stop..."

Seeing a doctor preparing an anesthesia tool, Xu Chenxi was so frightened that she was sweating.

There were beads of sweat on her forehead, and her face was as pale as white paper, without a trace of blood.

This was the first time she felt so scared.

She was full of infinite fear for the man Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo could not only hear her, but also clearly see every move in the operating room.

He must see the child taken from Xu Chenxi's belly with his own eyes.

Seeing the people struggling desperately on the operating table, Xiao Mo didn't feel any pity in his heart.

Just in a daze, he seemed to see some painful and struggling figure.

My heart was suddenly stung.

He whispered, "Zi Ai..."

"Please, don't knock me out..."

Small needles penetrate into the skin and flesh, and the anesthetic spreads along the blood vessels to the body, gradually spreading.

Xu Chenxi's consciousness gradually blurred, tears of despair flowed unconsciously from the corner of her eyes.

Before the words fell, she fell into a deep sleep.

With a "bang" the door was suddenly kicked open, and an old man in sixties with a pale face and a wooden cane in his hand came to him.

He came up directly and gave Xiao Mo a heavy slap, cursing: "Niezi."

Xiao Mo pressed his tongue against his cheek, the muscles on his face twitching.

He sneered when he saw the person's appearance.

He rubbed his sore right cheek, his expression immediately became disdainful, "Why are you hitting me?"

"I am you, Laozi." The old man's eyes flashed with unstoppable anger, his teeth clenched.

Xiao Mo sneered, "Xiao Yunting, from the moment you drove me out of Xiao's house, you are not me Laozi."

Xiao Yunting's eyes burst into fierce fierce light, "You dare to call you Laozi by name, do you still have respect and inferiority in your eyes?"

"What if it doesn't?" Xiao Mo didn't expect this dead old man to appear here, which really ruined his mood.

Some people might think that it is too much for a son to call his father a dead old man, but in Xiao Mo's eyes, this is not an exaggeration.

He is Xiao Yunting's old son, Xiao Yunting only had him when he was forty-five years old.

There are six older brothers on him, but they are all married and they have not achieved much.

So when he was born, Xiao Yunting pinned all his hopes on him.

To him, Xiao Yunting was not a father at all, but a devil, a devil sent by heaven to torment him.

It is reasonable for them to break apart.

He is now twenty-six years old, and Xiao Yunting is also seventy-one years old.

In his opinion, Xiao Yunting was an old man with white hair, and he had no contact with his father.

Xiao Yunting has entered his sixtieth year, and his grandfather will naturally be reaching the end of his life. After this year, his grandfather will be 100 years old.

The position of the Xiao family in power was also time to let go.

To say that his grandfather is also a meticulous figure, at this age he still refuses to give up his position in power, as if he can't wait to be in charge of the entire family.

If it weren't for his body to be useless, and the situation forced him to die, he might not let go of choosing an heir.

The leader of Xiao Yunting's family, he must be the first choice for the position of the person in power, but the bad thing is that the few sons under his knees are not good, and if they are not careful, they will be trampled on by other brothers.

Xiao Yunting has been scorching hot all these years, and what he is waiting for is this position. He only wants to make achievements and get the master in power as soon as possible.

Xiao Mo clearly understood that Xiao Yunting was an old bone after all, so he could only pin his hopes on his little son.

He didn't believe Xiao Yunting didn't understand the truth of don't do to others what he didn't want.

He hates these rights disputes, and he has always turned a deaf ear to everything about the Xiao family.

I thought he would have nothing to do with the Xiao family anymore, but I didn't expect Xiao Yunting to find him suddenly.

I think it must be related to the position of power, otherwise Xiao Yunting would definitely not take the initiative to come to him.

"You..." I haven't seen you for many years, Xiao Mo's stubborn temperament hasn't changed at all, Xiao Yunting's face flushed with anger, "You are a wicked obstacle."

Xiao Mo had long been accustomed to his verbal abuse, and he had never heard any kind of good things from Xiao Yunting's mouth since he was a child.

He looked slightly cold, "Have you cursed enough? If you curse enough, please leave. This is my place."

From the moment he was separated from the Xiao family, he had drawn a clear line with that family.

Even when his mother died, he did not attend the funeral.

He is such a cruel person.

Xiao Yunting leaned on his crutches, looked at the cold-blooded son in front of him, and slowly said, "Do you really hate me so much? Even looking at me feels annoying?"

He admitted that he was not a good father.

But as a father, he never thought of hurting Xiao Mo.

Isn't everything he did for Xiao Mo to have a better future?

Is he wrong?

Xiao Mo looked at him coldly, without the warmth of affection in his eyes.

I haven't seen it for a few years. The wrinkles on Xiao Yunting's face have increased, his pupils have sunken, his white hair has been dyed all over his hair, and even the beard growing out of his chin is white.

He is really old.

I remember when he was kicked out of the house four years ago, at that time he was still like a middle-aged man in his 40s and 50s.

In just a few years, he has grown so fast.

It seems that he has been unsatisfactory in the Xiao family these years.

When a person is anxious, it is always easy to grow old quickly.

Speaking of hate, Xiao Mo didn't seem to hate him either.

Because in his eyes, Xiao Yunting was never worth his hatred.

He just treated this man as a stranger, with no family affection, let alone missing, only the unchangeable blood relationship.

After a long time, he replied, "You are not worth my hate at all."

Xiao Yunting was deeply shocked, and this was the good son he had devoted all his hard work to nurturing.

He sighed deeply, and while sitting on the sofa, he said, "It doesn't matter whether you hate it or not, it doesn't matter anymore."

With both hands on the crutches, he looked at the woman on the other side of the operating table in the one-way glass, a trace of panic flashed across his eyes.

He waved his hand and motioned to the bodyguard beside him to stop the progress of the operation.

"Go, tell them to stop for me."

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