C9 Struggle

Liao Mingyun clenched her teeth, and blurted out: "Xiao Menghan, you just came out from his room."

was no stranger to the three words "Xiao Menghan". Dean Yue Yue kept repeating to herself about interviewing the person she wanted to interview, but she could not accept the fact that the man in the room was Xiao Menghan, who was struck by lightning.

Looking at Mo Xiaoran's complicated expression, Liao Mingyun felt upset in his heart as he said, "I know your name is Mo Xiaoran, you're an orphan, a journalist with an unpopular newspaper. You get a thousand and eight dollars worth of money every month, oh right, you also have a boyfriend that you talk about marriage with."

Mo Xiaoran closely looked at the figure and asked: "What do you want?"

"Leave Xiao Menghan, you are not worthy of him, he is only playing with you, how much do you want, I will give it to you."

"I don't want money." Mo Xiaoran agreed cleanly: "If you let me go, I guarantee that I will never appear in front of him again. I'll take three different streets if I see him."

never thought that the other party would actually kidnap him because of Xiao Menghan.

Mo Xiaoran responded too quickly, causing Liao Mingyun to become suspicious: "You want to go out and report to him?" Liao Mingyun could not control the trembling of his body, and in his mind, he remembered the cold feelings Xiao Menghan had for him. He took off all his clothes and stood in front of him, yet he did not even look at him.

Liao Mingyun raised his hand and slapped Mo Xiaoran's face a few times. Pah pah pah sounds came out clearly in the room, and blood started to flow down along the corner of Mo Xiaoran's lips.

A piece of transparent adhesive tape, in the next second, fell onto Mo Xiaoran's mouth. Mo Xiaoran panicked, and struggled with all her might.

Liao Mingyun did not care about Mo Xiaoran's struggles, her gaze was fixated on the suit that Mo Xiaoran was wearing. This was Xiao Menghan's, she remembered it clearly.

Reaching out his hand, regardless of Mo Xiaoran's protest and struggles, Liao Mingyun took off the entire suit and pants.

"Mmm mmm, mmm." Mo Xiaoran watched Liao Mingyun take off the suit, and walked to the door without even looking at himself.

Mo Xiaoran panicked, as her body continuously hit the bed, hoping to remind Liao Mingyun that she was still tied up.

The door was opened and closed. Liao Mingyun left, carrying Xiao Menghan's expensive suit with her, as she lost her soul and couldn't see anything. Her mind was completely focused on the suit, which was Xiao Menghan's, and she had waited for him for eighteen years.

The time in the room had completely stopped, and Mo Xiaoran's range of movement was restricted to only this place.

She didn't know how long she struggled or how long she struggled. Her four limbs were firmly bound and grew colder and colder, and the blanket was piled up on one side. At the beginning, her four limbs were still hurting, and she could feel the warm liquid wetting the rope.

After an unknown amount of time, the room's door was opened once again. This time, it wasn't Liao Mingyun who entered, but Xiao Menghan.

"Meng Han, listen to me. Meng Han, I really love you too much." Liao Mingyun explained in a hurry behind Xiao Menghan. She was just afraid that Mo Xiaoran would snatch the man she loved.

Because of their appearance, the quiet room became restless. When Xiao Menghan saw the figure that seemed to be lifeless on the bed, he suddenly stopped.

"Meng Han, I ?" Liao Mingyun did not expect Xiao Menghan to suddenly stop, her head knocking into Xiao Menghan's back. She immediately felt the hostility and anger coming from his body, causing Liao Mingyun's body to tremble as she immediately took a step back, and she also saw the dead Mo Xiaoran.

"I, I really didn't think of killing her. I just, just wanted her to suffer a bit and leave you." Liao Mingyun explained as she reached out her hand to grab Xiao Menghan's arm.

Xiao Menghan flung Liao Mingyun's hand away in disgust and walked to the side of the bed. Even those who were cold-blooded could not bear to look at the ankle on her wrist that had been torn through by the rope.

She was having a fever, so Xiao Menghan carefully tried to untie the rope, but he didn't expect the rope to already be stuck onto Mo Xiaoran's wound.

Seeing the unconscious face on the bed twitching in pain, Xiao Menghan's heart inexplicably throbbed with pain, her movements even more gentle.