Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"The patient is losing too much blood. It is still a rare panda blood, but the hospital does not have so many blood resources. Do you know her relatives? Ask them to come over and make a match and see if they can donate blood."

The girl’s friends lost their faces when she said this: "Her parents are gone, and the only brother is in a rural village in another province. It takes seven or eight hours to come here."

"That won't work, it's too late."

"I am panda blood, try mine." Mo Tingshen said.

"Okay, then I'll let someone take you to do the matching."

After he left, everyone was in a mixed mood, but the gratitude was still from the heart.

Mo Tingshen’s blood matched. During the blood transfusion, he looked towards the ceiling above blankly, so people, always have to atone for the cause and effect that he planted. This girl was the one who suffered this catastrophe instead of Ruan Ruan. , I don't seem to have helped her anymore, so let's try my best here.

......

When he came out, his face was pale, his dizziness was severe, and his body was chilly.

Seeing that the boss is not in good condition, the driver hurried out to help him.

"Chairman, are you okay?"

Mo Tingshen relied on the driver's strength for a long time before leaving.

Originally, he donated so much blood. The doctor recommended that he stay in the hospital for a few days and recuperate for a few days before leaving, but he insisted on leaving.

Tomorrow there will be a very important meeting in the group, he has to attend.

"It's okay, go back."

After the driver got home, he took him all the way back to the bedroom.

"Oh, chairman, you should find a mistress for this family." He has been with Mo Tingshen for more than 20 years, and he is really impressed by this.

Mo Tingshen smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's fine now."

......

After Mo Huiyu got off the plane, he was told that his sister had killed someone.

He was a little dizzy on the spot and almost fainted without standing still.

How dare Mo Qianqian!

The mess of information on the phone all happened tonight.

He didn't care about dealing with those, and hurriedly went to see his sister first.

Mo Qianqian kept crying when he saw him and begged him to save her out.

Mo Weiyu wanted to ask what happened, but Mo Qianqian could say something in this state, so he could only wait for her to finish crying irritably.

"Brother, I saw Ruan Xi made peace, I stabbed her to death, hahahahahaha, is she dead, she shed a lot of blood, hahahahaha, I hate her so much, why do people who love me love her? She, she is fine if she is dead, no one will rob her when she is dead, yes, she deserves to die!" Mo Qianqian had no repentance at all, this crazy look made Mo Huiyu cold all over.

He sat in a daze, unable to say a word, is this really his sister? How could anyone be so vicious?

The police officer over there told him that Mo Qianqian might have a mental illness and regarded the strange girl as an imaginary enemy. This kind of case is actually very easy to judge. If the injured girl dies, her problem will be serious. If she hadn’t died, she was suspected of intentional murder and had a violent tendency.

Moreover, if a mental patient who has not completely lost the ability to recognize or control his own behavior commits a crime, he shall bear criminal responsibility, but may be given a lighter or mitigated punishment.

However, from Mo Qianqian's subsequent statements, she does have a tendency to violence, and whether she is mentally abnormal or not, she has a strong hatred and "killing intent" towards the girl named "Ruan Xihe".

So she has a clear motive for the crime, and the evidence is fully implemented.

Mo Huiyu sat slumped in the chair for a long time.

This time, Qian Qian has been planted.

No one can save her.

Mo Huiyu apologized to the police officers and left. After going out, he staggered a few steps top-heavy.

He drove the car by himself, got in the car and closed the door, without the ignition, but sat in the seat with his eyes covered.

Slowly, the palms became wet, and his mouth whispered softly: "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't teach Qianqian well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

......

After Song Ci returned home, he always felt that this matter was weird today, so he asked a few people who often mixed in the Beijing circle to inquire about it, but after all, it was a private matter of others, and he only probably knew that the father and son seemed to like a woman at the same time, Mo Yuyu and The woman was also very low-key when she was dating, and she only showed her face in the circle once, on the day the Chu Club opened.

But most of the second generation have never seen it.

Song Ci didn't ask anything, so he could only give up.

However, although nothing was found about this matter, a piece of news suddenly broke out in the second generation group.

It was sent by a well-informed second generation, saying that Mo Qianqian had been arrested for killing!

Song Ci had the honor to see that crazy lady at night, and it was one thing to know that the other party was not a good stubborn, but now that the other party really kills people, that's another thing!

After sighing for a while, he left the matter behind.

After taking a bath, I took a can of milk and drank it. The phone kept shaking. The rich second-generation group was still discussing about Mo Qianqian.

He felt boring, and was about to close the group into Do Not Disturb mode. Suddenly, a rich second generation sent a photo.

Song Ci sprayed all the milk on the screen in an instant.