A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Xia Mo fell to the ground, his forehead was blue, and the wound on his face became blurred due to the process of falling down the floor and constantly rubbing against the ground. A large amount of blood poured out between his legs, and the blood red was particularly dazzling on the pure white skirt.

Xia Weiwei stood upstairs and looked at it with a bit of embarrassment. She remembered the scene of bleeding when she lost her child. She lost her child and lost her life. Even for that child, she could give up the opportunity to be a mother again, but Xia Mo was for money. And love, even willing to kill a life with your own hands!

Father Xia picked up Xia Mo and shouted, "Call an ambulance!"

The babysitters and bodyguards who heard the news immediately rushed together.

Xia Mo held her father's sleeve tightly. She was fragile and pitiful. She couldn't make a sentence: "Dad, don't blame your sister, it's not good for Mo Er. The sister said that she would avenge her child. I didn't mean it. Really. "

"Okay, okay, don't talk. Dad knows that you are a good boy. I know about that child. It has nothing to do with you. It is your sister who blame yourself. Dad will not let you be hurt for nothing!"

Xia Mo was really painful, but she was fierce enough. Although she retired, she was clever, but it worked. So she smiled reassuringly and fainted.

Xia Weiwei hurried to Xia's father: "Dad, no ... it's Xia Mo, she wants to frame me, she wants to fall down! I have ..."

Snapped!

Father Xia's slap in the face slapped in her heart.

The wound that had not fully healed opened and blood was leaking from the gauze.

"Don't call it my dad! I don't have a daughter like you who is so jealous! It's not enough to kill your mother. Now you have to hurt your sister! Last time you almost killed Shimo, I won't let it go!"

Xia Weiwei stared blankly at Father Xia, the disgust in his eyes stabbed her deeply!

why? Even her most beloved father said that Mom killed her? In the end what happened? Two years ago, she visited her mother every day in the hospital. The mother smiled only when she was facing her. That day, she asked the doctor, and her mother would be discharged soon. She just happily told her mother the good news. Shortly after returning home, I received news of her mother's sudden illness.

Is it because he is the last person to meet his mother, has he become a murderer? Like the death of Aunt Lan?

What the outside world says, Xia Weiwei doesn't care, but his father watched him grow up from a young age, why would he rather break his relationship than believe in himself!

The blood was thicker than the water, and inch by inch, Ling was behind her flesh, and tears fell unconsciously.

When I was a kid, she always held her father who was raised above her head and told herself that she would never return. She lost her only relative.

Father Xia didn't even want to look at Xia Weiwei, beckoned, and a few bodyguards held her up, as powerful as if she were an unforgiving criminal.

"Take her to the hospital."

Xia Weiwei struggled: "Let me go! I won't go! Dad, whether you believe me or not, all of this is calculated by Xia Mo, I'm not wrong!"

Father Xia stepped in a solemn tone, cold and solemn: "I have eyes to see! It seems that your mother has a pain for you. I don't want to investigate the previous things, but I didn't expect you to repent and go to the house to scatter and treat you. My sister's poisoned hand, if something happens to your sister! I want you to die, don't blame me for not loving my father and daughter! "