Young Master, Your Wife Escapes Again

It was already night time. The music started and the banquet started.    

However, because of Gong Mingchuan's instructions, she could not go to the ball.    

She wanted to find someone to send a message to Lee Yuvrann, telling him to leave Gong family, but to her surprise, she found that there was no one she could trust by her side.    

He opened the door and walked to the corridor. He wanted to go to the ball.    

Ren Susu was dressed in a white dress and was sitting at the staircase. She turned her head and looked at her faintly.    

It was late at night. The pale moonlight shone on her long hair and it looked a little blurry.    

Yuvyuv's body stiffened. Why did Ren Susu not go to the dance and instead sat at the staircase?    

That dejected look seemed to indicate that she was not in a good mood.    

It was better not to meet up with Susu at this time.    

Susu was too sharp. If Susu found out that she wanted to find Lee Yuvrann, then she really did not want to live anymore.    

Yuvyuv was just about to turn around and return to her room. Ren Susu suddenly shouted, "Le Yuvyuv, I want to talk to you. "    

Le Yuvyuv stopped her steps and turned her head. Ren Susu had already walked over.    

"You have more skills than I imagined. " Ren Susu's face showed half admiration and half contempt, "Your methods of forcing a man to rape are really first-rate. I can't do what you did. Kneel and lick him, and stay in his bed without leaving. "    

How would Ren Susu know about the matter between her and Gong Mingchuan's bed?    

Every time she talked about her relationship in bed, wasn't she ashamed?    

Yuvyuv felt a little embarrassed. But she still stuck out her chest and smiled. "I don't think it's wrong of me to let my husband enjoy the pleasure of the fish and water. He was my man to begin with. "    

Ren Susu's lips sank, as if she was laughing at him. "Even if Mingchuan doesn't like me anymore, it's not up to you to take advantage of me. You, Le Yuvyuv, are never worthy of Gong Mingchuan. "    

Everyone thought that she was not good enough for Gong Mingchuan?    

His heart felt as if it was pricked by a needle and blood flowed out. It was a lie to say that it did not hurt.    

Susu suddenly sneered, her expression complicated and hard to understand. "Yuvyuv, in the future, I will treat your brother well. "    

Yuvyuv's expression stiffened. The meaning of her words was as if she, Le Yuvyuv, was already dead and was asking for forgiveness from her.    

Susu still muttered, "Mingchuan's heart was not with you in the past, and now it is also destined not to be with you. You are not a person from his world, why do you want to enter his world? He will not love you! "    

Yuvyuv pursed her lips. "Whether he loves me or not is his business. It seems like it has nothing to do with you, my sister. " She emphasized the word 'younger sister', "Eldest Miss, I hope you can recognize your identity. "    

Ren Susu smiled and left. The moment Le Yuvyuv brushed past Le Yuvyuv, Le Yuvyuv instinctively felt a sinister gaze shoot over from Ren Susu's body and she could not help but feel a chill run down her spine.    

Ren Susu disappeared at the end of the corridor.    

"young madam, it is already 7: 30. Aren't you going to the dance?" An old voice sounded from behind her. She was shocked and turned around to see a white old man with white hair, blue eyes, and hooked nose standing behind her.    

This old man was the housekeeper of the old residence, Leo. She had seen him once before when she came. Why did he come to the second floor?    

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm not going to the ball. " Le Yuvyuv walked towards her room. Before she could take two steps, her arm was suddenly grabbed by a big hand. The old man dragged her down the stairs.    

Le Yuvyuv let out a frightened scream and fell down the stairs.    

She rolled over the stairs a few times. When she fell down the stairs, her head was covered in blood and her face was badly mutilated.    

His consciousness had yet to dissipate.    

Le Yuvyuv only felt that she was so unlucky.    

Am I going to die?    

Her mind flashed with the looks of her elder sister and younger brother, and then Gong Mingchuan smiling as he looked at her.    

She lay on the floor, her body constantly twitching. She stretched out her hand towards the void, and then her arm suddenly fell down.    

The clock in the hall was ticking. The blood on the woman's head was also gurgling out.    

Drip, drip. . .    

Bloop, drip, drip. . . Bloop. . .    

The night became even quieter.    

The maid, Anna, heard the noise outside and walked out to take a look. She turned on the light and saw a large pool of blood and a woman who had fallen unconscious downstairs. She immediately shouted in panic, "young madam!"    

Everyone was alarmed.    

At the ball, the maid rushed over and whispered something to Gong Mingchuan's ear.    

Gong Mingchuan was the first to run out of the banquet hall and return to the second floor of the old residence.    

He immediately picked up the woman from the pool of blood and rushed out. The bodyguard came up to him and asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?"    

Gong Mingchuan's expression was distorted because of nervousness. He was like a crazy lion. He kicked the bodyguard away and said, "Don't block it. Hurry up and drive. "    

The bodyguard went into one of the ten cars parked in the garden. Gong Mingchuan carried Yuvyuv and sat in the back seat.    

The street lights on the road were flickering. The lights came in through the window and shone on his face. The lights were clearly extinguished and were flickering.    

From time to time, he would look down at the woman in his arms whose face was covered in blood and reach out his hand to check her pulse.    

"Hurry up!" He urged the driver. His heart was lifted. It was empty, sour, painful, and there was nowhere to go.    

Tears were squeezed into his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot.    

He cared about her to the bone, as if her bloodline was connected to him.    

If she breathed, he could also breathe. If she stopped breathing, he would also feel that living was no longer fun.    

He didn't understand why he thought that, but that was what he thought.    

The red and green lights changed in the distance, the air cold and threatening. His hand tightly pressed against the woman's wound, still unable to stop the blood that was gushing out.    

He hugged her and hugged her whole. His chin was pressed against her cold forehead that was covered in sticky blood. "Yuvyuv is not afraid, not afraid. . . "