Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

A graceful girl was standing under a bright street lamp, looking at him with a smile.

The two who have experienced the yin and yang separation, long-lost reunion, look at each other.

Xiao Mo was in a daze for a moment, thinking that he had begun to appear illusions.

The next second, the girl walked towards him, stopping in front of him with a gentle pace.

"Amo, I'm back."

The exclusive nickname completely pulled Xiao Mo back to reality, and he gently called her name, "Zi Ai, is it really you? You are back!"

"It's me, Amo." There was a smile on Wen Zi's pale cheeks.

When facing Xiao Mo, she was always smiling.

This man has paid so much for her, she can't bring him sadness.

Xiao Mo suddenly hugged her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and repeated excitedly:

"Zi Ai, you are not dead, you really are not dead, great, you are finally back, I will never let you have an accident again, never again."

How lucky to be lost and regained.

Xiao Mo was excited like a child.

Wen Zimei stretched out his hand to hold his waist and abdomen, and responded to the hug.

Perhaps Xiao Mo's strength was too great, and she was a little breathless.

She coughed slightly: "Hold it lightly, you are almost strangling me."

Xiao Mo quickly let go of his hand, with an expression of admitting that he had done a bad thing? .

"Sorry, I'm so excited."

Wen Zimei smiled, "It's okay."

With the lights on the roadside, Wen Zimei saw the wound on Xiao Mo's body, which was very serious.

There was distress in her eyes, "Amo, you are hurt."

"It's okay, it's all minor injuries." Xiao Mo deliberately hid his injuries.

The cold breeze hit, it was a bitter cold, Xiao Mo knew that Wen Ziwei was weak, for fear that she would be ill by the wind.

He quickly took Wen Zimei's hand, "Follow me into the house."

The two returned to the villa, and the servants were cleaning the messy living room.

When Xiao Mo brought a woman back, everyone was shocked.

The butler was even more astonished. He thought that his old eyes were dim, "Wen...Miss Wen?"

Wen Zimei smiled at him, "Housekeeper Zhou, long time no see."

The housekeeper felt slapped in the face. He searched for someone he hadn't found for a week. Xiao Mo found it within a few minutes after he went out?

What a shame.

Xiao Mo's eyes were cold, and he felt that these people were rubbish.

The housekeeper lowered his head, feeling embarrassed, and didn't dare to anger Xiao Mo again.

"Be careful." When the two walked to the center of the living room, Xiao Mo suddenly grabbed Wen Ziwei, "There is glass slag on the ground, don't scratch your feet."

Wen Zimei felt that Xiao Mo had not changed at all, and still loved her deeply as before.

From junior high school to now, she has always known that Xiao Mo likes her.

After all, girls are naturally sensitive, and their sixth sense is also very accurate.

For so many years, she pretended not to know, just didn't want to ruin this friendship and the window paper between them.

She regarded Xiao Mo as a confidant of the blue face of her life, and there was no substitute for the emotion between them.

But now she feels that this window paper is not impossible to break.

At least she wanted to pierce through.

Looking at the glass slag all over the floor, Wen Zimei said in a coquettish tone, "Amo, I'm scared, why don't you take me away, okay?"

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes, looking at the gentle and watery girl in front of him, with an indescribable sense of complexity in his heart.

In his impression, Wen Zimei had hardly spoken such words to him on the initiative, and he took the opportunity to forcibly hug her every time when she was physically weak.

But now Wen Zimei in front of him seems to have changed.

But no matter how she changes, the girl can still slap his heartstrings.

He has a spoiled look, "Okay."

A gentle princess hugged him, and Xiao Mo gently hugged Wen Ziwei and walked into the elevator to the negative first floor.

Wen Zimei looked at the surrounding furnishings and decorations, exactly the same as when she left, unchanged.

Entering the room, Xiao Mo put her on the bed and sat down beside her.

The pictures on the wall, pink pillows, shiny crystal balls.

Nothing has changed here, but the room that belongs to her.

Wen Zimei was a little moved: "It really hasn't changed at all here."

She picked up a starry sky crystal ball and pressed the bottom button, and the familiar music sounded, tactfully and pleasantly.

"I have people cleaning it every day, and I can't bear to let it drop a little bit of dust." Xiao Mo's voice was low and full of magnetism, and his eyes filled with sincerity and affection.

Wen Zimei turned his head to look at him, feeling beyond words, "Thank you, Amo, thank you for everything you have done for me."

"I should thank you," Xiao Mo gently curled his lips, "Thank you for coming back. Promise me not to do stupid things anymore, okay?"

Wen Zimei had already died once, and he didn't want to see her die a second time.

This palace villa was built by him for Wen Ziyi.

Once, she said she liked being quiet, so he built a palace for her in this remote place.

Wen Zimei likes to live on the negative first floor, and he also lives there, just to see her all the time.

Since Wen Zimei left, he has not lived here for a long time.

It was the last time that Xu Yan came here, and only then came back to live for a few days.

Now that Wen Zimei is back, he plans to move back and live with her here.

Wen Zimei pursed her lips, "I promise you that I won't do stupid things anymore. From now on...I will listen to you in everything."

Since she decided to return to Xiao Mo, she already had a plan in her heart.

This time, she will stay by his side.

"Boom boom boom..." There was a crisp knock on the door.

Xiao Mo frowned slightly: "Who?"

The maid responded outside the door. "Master Qi, the doctor is here."

Xiao Mo was a little impatient: "I see, I'll go up later."

Turning his eyes to look at Wen Zimei, Xiao Mo suddenly remembered her illness, and he also wanted to know how her health was now.

"Zi, come with me." Xiao Mo was a little cautious, for fear that Wen Zi would not agree.

However, Wen Zimei was very refreshed, and directly stood up and said to him: "Let's go."

The two took the elevator to the third floor, and at a glance they saw the doctor standing in the living room carrying the medicine box.

The three of them sat down, and Xiao Mo took off his shirt directly. Wen Zimei was terrified when he saw the injury on his body, and then avoided his gaze.

After treating Xiao Mo's wound, the doctor prepared to pack up the medicine box and leave after a few instructions.

Xiao Mo buttoned his clothes, rolled down his sleeves, and said quickly, "Doctor, please show her too."

Wen Zimei glanced at Xiao Mo, but did not refuse to check.

Doctors don't have many tools, and most of them are instruments and medicines for treating Xiaomo's disease.

He can only do the most common inspection.

After some examination, the doctor's brows were almost frowning, and his face looked very ugly.

He made a suggestion: "If this lady is free, I'd better take some time to come to my hospital, and I will give you a good check."

"Okay, thank you doctor." Wen Zimei did not refuse, and smiled and agreed.

She knows her physical condition better than anyone else, and the result of the examination is definitely not good.

Early the next morning, Xiao Mo took Wen Ziai to the hospital.

After a series of professional examinations, Xiao Mo had a thorough understanding of Wen Zi's condition.

Still not getting better.

Xiao Mo also learned that Wen Ziyi had gone through several chemotherapy treatments in the past few months.

In addition, she has undergone cosmetic surgery again, and her physical condition has become worse. Now only by finding the right bone marrow as soon as possible can it be possible to save Wen Ziwei, and the chance of successful surgery is also very small.

After returning home, Xiao Mo stood on the balcony and lighted a cigarette silently, and started smoking in depression.

With a coat over his shoulders, Wen Ziyi looked at Xiao Mo's back and asked softly, "Amo, do you hate me very much?"

"Huh? Zi Ai, why do you think so?"

Xiao Mo threw away the cigarette in his hand, not wanting the smell to choke her.

Wen Zi'ai wept in tears, "You tried so hard to save me, but I don't care about myself. I sneaked away with you behind my back and got plastic surgery. I am no longer the me I used to be."

Her voice became choked: "I can't help but want to slap myself when I see this face of myself."

"You deliberately don't mention these things, I think you must hate me very much."

Said that she was really almost ready to get started, but fortunately, Xiao Mo held her hand in time.

Hearing these words from her, Xiao Mo felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't know how to respond.

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