Chapter 1,271 Quietly Watching the King of Hell Commit Suicide

Chapter 1271 Quietly watching the King of Hell commit suicide

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

He thinks so far!

Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu were top notch actors. After playing a pair of old parents, Mo Yongheng and Qi Yan hadn't started fighting yet.

Tan Bengbeng, on the other hand, just lay down and saw two men at war with each other, so he sat up again.

He looked at Mo Yongheng with a blank expression, then turned to look at Qi Yan.

"Do you have any grudge?"

"Ask him! Who knows if there is something wrong with his mind and he is deliberately going against me!" Qi Yan walked up to Tan Bengbeng, as if he were a guardian, and pointed at Mo Yongheng in disgust.

After hearing Qi Yan's words, Mo Yongheng's face darkened.

Just as Nian Xiaomu was about to step forward to persuade her to make peace, Yu Yuehan pulled her, his black eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered his voice and asked.

"Didn't you always mind that Qi Yan silently bullied Tan Bengbeng and forced Tan Bengbeng to be with him? Do you want to see him kick the iron plate?"

Nian Xiaomu was stunned and looked back at him, "You mean Mo Yongheng? It's useless. Didn't you see Qi Yan's fearless look? Mo Yongheng can't suppress him..."

"Not always!"

An evil smile appeared at the corner of Yu Yuehan's mouth, and he slowly opened his lips.

"I think Qi Yan will be in bad luck soon, and it will be bad luck!"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

Nian Xiaomu: "Stop making trouble. Grandpa still needs someone to take care of him. How can Mo Yongheng be a match for that scoundrel Qi Yan? What if he gets angry and leaves?"

As soon as Nian Xiaomu took a step forward, he was pulled back by Yu Yuehan.

Hold her tightly in your arms.

He put his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her uninjured shoulder, and opened his thin lips slightly.

"Don't worry, just quietly watch Qi Yan commit suicide, he will be the one to suffer in the future!"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

How could she smell a conspiracy?

Is it possible?

Is there any trump card that Mo Yongheng hasn’t used yet?

"Buzz-"

Mo Yongheng didn't even have a few words with Qi Yan when his cell phone rang.

He listened for a few seconds and his eyes flashed slightly.

He hung up the phone and looked at Nian Xiaomu.

"My old master is awake. I'll go back and take care of him first. You guys should take good care of your injuries first. I'm with you. If there's any news, I'll let you know."

"good."

Nian Xiaomu watched Mo Yongheng leave. As soon as he reached the door, Qi Yan had already hugged Tan Bengbeng.

He whispered into her arms.

"Beng Beng, he must be jealous that you like me. He goes against me every time. Look at my face, it's swollen from his beating. Don't you ask me if it hurts?"

Hearing this, Nian Xiaomu obviously saw Mo Yongheng pause at the door, turned around and glared at Qi Yan, gritted his teeth and left.

From that look, it seemed that if her grandfather hadn't woken up and needed someone to take care of him, Mo Yongheng might have turned around and beaten Qi Yan again...

The desire to kill is very serious!

"Everyone has gone away. Have you seen enough?"

Nian Xiaomu was lost in thought when a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

She trembled all over and hurriedly turned around to smooth his hair.

"Mo Yongheng likes Beng Beng. I only look at him twice to thank him for taking care of grandpa. Why are you so jealous?"

Yu Yuehan raised his eyebrows, "You have too many dark histories, I'm scared!"

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

After Nian Xiaomu saw Mo Yongheng off, he was carried back to the ward by Yu Yuehan to rest.

In the ward that was bustling just now, only Qi Yan and Tan Bengbeng were left.

Tan Bengbeng stretched out his hand to push Qi Yan's brain away and frowned.

"I didn't say I liked you. You deserved to be beaten."