Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

The young police officer was stunned: "Let him go? Are you not seeking justice for this young lady? If this scumbag is not punished, more people will suffer..."

A hint of ridicule flashed across Ye Yanmo's lips. [Source of this book www.

If Zhang Qingbao is prosecuted for rape, Yin Yanyan will inevitably have to come forward to testify, which will have a great impact on her reputation.

Moreover, Zhang Qingbao is rich and powerful, so even if he is convicted of rape, he will only be sentenced to a few years in prison at most.[

If he takes some more care, maybe he can be released in a year or two without damaging his fundamentals...

This bastard did such an animal thing to Yin Yanyan, how could he only receive such a small punishment?!

He, Ye Yanmo, will seek justice for Yin Yanyan, in his own way and with his own methods!

"Don't worry, he will be punished as he deserves. All scumbags will not end well!"

Ye Yanmo tapped the back of the chair with his fingertips, slightly curved his thin lips, and answered coolly.

The young police officer suddenly shuddered, feeling that the beastly secretary would probably be in bad luck in the future...

The red light in the operating room finally went out, and a doctor came out.

Smiling, he reported the good news to Ye Yanmo: "Mr. Ye, the operation went well. Miss Yin is out of danger. When she wakes up, she will be alive and kicking in a few days."

Ye Yanmo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although when he drove over just now, he had already roughly checked the injuries on her body and knew the extent of her injuries.

Although those external injuries looked dangerous, they were not fatal.

The main reasons why she fainted were the effect of the drug and the excessive blood loss...

Fortunately, Zhang Qingbao wanted to slowly torture her to death.

So the knife after knife did not directly hit her vitals, and he arrived in time, thus saving her life...

Yin Yanyan was wrapped in bandages all over her body like a mummy, and like a large rice dumpling, she was pushed out.

She was still in a coma, her long eyelashes covering her pale eyes and face, looking like a fragile glass doll...

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When Yin Yanyan woke up, it was already bright.

The sunlight cast tiny patches of light in her ward, making it warm.[

She moved her hand, and it felt like she was holding a huge weight on her arm, which made her a little stiff.

She lowered her eyes and found a hand intertwined with her little hand.

In a way that she is very familiar with.

"Yanyan, are you awake? Do you want to eat something?"

From above came a lazy and clear voice that she was very familiar with...

This scene seemed vaguely familiar, and Yin Yanyan's eyes fell on the hand that was intertwined with his.

In a trance, I seemed to see this hand intertwined with another woman's fingers yesterday, caring for her...

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his lips, and his little hand suddenly withdrew and retracted into the quilt.

Ye Yanmo's eyes darkened, and he stared at her pale and pretty face: "What do you think? Does the wound still hurt?"

Yin Yanyan shook his head slightly: "Much better."

She closed her eyes slightly, not wanting to talk anymore.

Her whole body hurts now, and she can't figure out where the wound is.

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