A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Four years later.

Returning to the villa's car, Chu Yu glanced at Luo Cheju, who closed his eyes every few seconds. After a few years, his horns became fiercer and colder.

"What do you want to say."

Chu Yu was speechless. What can he say, four years ago, he knew that Luo Che must be crazy. He actually declared war with Yan when the public opinion guidance was extremely unfavorable. Who can think of him who cares nothing Looks like a urn?

The monument was erected that day, bearing the Luo family name, but Yan Shaoxuan did not hand over his ashes.

In the end, Luo Che won absolutely. Yan ’s vitality in that commercial battle was severely damaged. Yan Shaoxuan's eyes were flushed, and he was extremely unwilling to hold the ashes in his hands. Then he turned abroad and took Yan with him to develop abroad.

Chu Yu thought that this was the end. As a result, Luo Che shot at Xia's in an instant and forced the first-class enterprise to die half-dead, but he didn't give the final blow. He just hung it for four years. It was Xia Mo who was brought up to the villa to support him. How can someone treat his daughter while dealing with the Laozhangren company? Is it not sick?

But he didn't dare to say this in person.

"Xia Mo won't be able to hold it for long." Chu Yu felt her nose, thinking of the means of Luo Chejue for a few years, and felt a chill in her heart.

Luo Che heard nothing and sneered.

Hearing the movement of the door closed, Xia Mo was agitated, as if he had heard some terrible sound, his expression turned blue and blue.

As soon as the door was pushed open, she wanted to rush out, but bumped into a wall of meat, and was pushed down to the ground. The bone made a crisp sound and her face twisted with pain.

"What? Want to escape?"

The cold voice sounded, regardless of the pain, Xia Mo climbed directly to Luo Cheju's feet: "Absolutely, no! I know I'm wrong, please, don't, I will die, I will die!" "

She didn't want to suffer that pain anymore, and for four years, she had had enough!

Luo Che was unmoved, his tone was flat: "Do it!"

Several people in white coats had long been surprised, and pressed Xia Mo expressionlessly, and began to do what they did on this day of the month.

As soon as the sleeve was pulled, Xia Mogan's thin and pale arms were exposed to the air. She saw the needle and blood bag screaming, and struggled hard: "Ah-, let go of me, I don't pump! I don't pump!"

Her resistance was useless, as long as Chu Yu shot a little, she couldn't move!

Xia Mo felt numb to the needle's penetration, one bag after another, a full 20 bags of blood. On the 20th of each month, she had to endure this pain for four years like a day!

Four years ago, she planned to make Xia Weiwei almost **** and died on the 20th!

This past four years, this day of each month has become her nightmare. Luo Che has made her draw 20 bags of blood, and then carried her to the toilet, letting her watch the blood be poured into the toilet!

This is not enough, Xia Mo was held for four years! Except for the torture of taking blood regularly every month, she eats only a few pitiful nutrients, which can only sustain her basic life.

Anyone who saw her could not associate her with the bright and beautiful Miss Xia Jiaer. Her hair had long since fallen out due to lack of nutrition. Her skin had become loose and rough, and her eyes had not been seen for a long time. There have been problems for a long time, and the whole person is like a withered corpse.

Public opinion four years ago made her fall to the bottom, but the news of Xia Weiwei's death made her jump. When Luo Che absolutely took her to the villa, she thought she had finally won, and did not expect that waiting for her would be a nightmare that disappeared into the sky!

"I've had enough! Absolutely! I love you! Why are you doing this to me? Is it for Xia Weiwei!"