The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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"You still love him, don't you?" Ye Hao pointed at Mo Yixuan, who was lying motionless on the ground, and issued a thunderous roar.

On the bed, He Xiyan was petrified and froze. She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was her husband, a man she had known for more than two years.

After a while, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.

Several medical staff rushed over.

The nurse was on the sidelines while the two doctors quickly squatted on the ground to check Mo Yixuan, who appeared to be in a coma.

"Hurry up, take this patient to the emergency room," a doctor said loudly.

Mo Yixuan, who was lifted at this time, seemed to have suffered a serious head injury, leaving red blood on his forehead.

Sister Li was scared to one side.

"You're breaking the law like this." Sister Li pointed to Mo Yixuan who had been helped to the hospital bed, and then looked at the furious Ye Hao.

He Xiyan kept shaking her head, her breath was swift, and her swollen face was already half red.

"Why are you so impulsive." She finally couldn't help yelling at Ye Hao anymore, her voice was very hoarse.

She was severely ill again because of emotional uncontrollable pain in her chest. She quickly got out of the bed and caressed her chest. After a while, she spit out everything she ate today.

Her infusion hand was pulled out because of the needle tube, a lot of blood flowed out, and the back of the hand looked bright red.

The doctor hurried over to give her an emergency hemostasis treatment.

Then help her infusion again and do a series of tests.

After the treatment was completed, He Xiyan looked at Ye Hao who was silent, but at this time Ye Hao still looked angry, his face was blue, his hands clenched into fists, and there seemed to be no venting emotions.

He sat next to the bed, his eyes staring straight at his wife, such an angry and questioning look that He Xiyan had never seen before.

"I said it was him. You don't believe me at all."

He Xiyan no longer knows what to say to this man. She just wants to take good care of her. Why do they have to toss out so many things?

Ye Hao pressed his thin lips tightly, his face flushed scary under the light, and he suddenly stretched out one hand, clutching He Xiyan's shoulder tightly.

The force almost crushed the scapula. At this moment, his eyes could already see the anger that had almost been tolerated to the extreme.

After a pause, he suddenly said, "After you leave the hospital, go back to the castle. From now on, you will not be allowed to see anyone from the Mo family, including Yuanyuan. I will send someone to stare at you. If you can't, go back and bookmark the agreement Let's end here. "

Having said that, Ye Hao suddenly pulled back his hand and stood up again.

His words were so indifferent that he couldn't even hear much concern. After speaking, he turned around and didn't want to look at his wife on the bed again, because just one more look, he was inexplicably upset, inexplicable anger, and he didn't even know if he would be angry again and moody again.

And he didn't realize how cold and cold the words he said at this time were.

On the bed, He Xiyan, who had just lay down, shivered a whole body, and the man's words pierced her chest like a knife. She clenched her hands, and the blue tendons on the back of her hands all jumped out.

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