Chapter 276 My hand slipped
Zhao Xiaoyue was like a sculpture. The setting sun was sinking. Zhao Xiaoyue was facing the afterglow. Suddenly she stood up and said, "Taozi, transfer to the last brain hospital in Kyoto."
So let it be, she was born to be alone until death, why should she force any fate?
She knew clearly how many blind dates she had gone on in her previous life, and all of them ended in failure. If she tried again, could she escape her predetermined fate?
It’s been half a month, and the comic convention hasn’t woken up yet.
Hou Taotao came in and said, "Yes, take the helm, and..."
She didn't know whether she should say it.
Zhao Xiaoyue asked, "Hou Taotao, I don't want to see hesitation on your face again in the future."
Hou Taotao's legs were trembling. He had taken the helm half a month ago, and his style had suddenly changed. He looked like a duplicate of Sixth Brother, and every word he said was intimidating for no reason.
"Yes, take the helm. Master Situ has woken up after being in a coma for a week and has been transferred to the general ward. He just can't walk yet."
Zhao Xiaoyue had a blank expression on her face and her eyes were silent. She just nodded lightly and left.
The comic convention was transferred to the Kyoto Military Region General Hospital, and Zhao Xiaoyue asked Geng Qiu Sheng to invite the most authoritative brain expert from abroad.
After a joint consultation by domestic experts, they still couldn't figure out why Manzhan couldn't wake up.
It's strange, all the indicators are normal, and the person is normal too, but he just can't wake up, just like he's asleep.
Zhao Xiaoyue arranged everything and went to Yenching University alone and walked into Ban Qisheng's office.
Ban Qisheng was still wondering, what happened to this kid?
"Homeroom teacher, I need to ask for leave. I don't know about the first few days!"
black!
This is outrageous. When a student asks for leave from the teacher, he is so confident. Are they rebelling?
When the class leader was about to reprimand him, he heard the student say emotionlessly: "That's it, let's go."
Teacher: "?"
What the hell?
In the evening, day students of Yenching University all walked out of the school gate.
Wang Wenjing went home early today because Wang Fuqiang wanted to see Wang Wenjing.
Zhou Xianxian's driver drove the car to the corner that Wang Wenjing must pass.
Wang Wenjing was in a bad mood today. Her father wanted her to attend a party, and it was a party for a group of old men.
Zhou Xianxian was wearing a black velvet dress, with her long hair loose, and she was looking down at the book in her arms.
"Haha, a vicious woman pretending to be a fairy, how can it be so out of place, don't you notice?"
Wang Wenjing showed undisguised disdain and sarcasm.
Obviously everyone is the same, the family banners, the socialites, once they reach age, will be pushed out for marriage.
But Zhou Xianxian feels that she is different from others. What’s the difference? She still has to attend the old man’s party, right?
Zhou Xianxian ignored such sarcasm and said, "Why did you want to attack him? Wouldn't it be better to get rid of Zhao Xiaoyue?"
Wang Wenjing's eyes suddenly became resentful, just like a poisonous snake that suddenly jumped out of its cave after hibernation and stared at its prey.
"I would rather destroy what I can't have."
In Zhou Xianxian's eyes, Wang Wenjing is a born bad guy, a born villain, and an antisocial person.
Pulling girls who are prettier than her into the toilet and bullying are basic operations.
She even calls on hooligans in society to rape, insult and molest girls or boys who are prettier than her.
Sometimes, even for no reason, he would get angry at stall owners, overturn other people's stalls, or smash store counters, or hire thugs to harass anyone he dislikes.
This person is just a born bad person, there is no reason for him to be so.
The two people became acquainted with each other at a banquet, where Zhou Xianxian also grabbed a girl's hair and threw her into a pile of wine.
Wang Wenjing felt that Zhou Xianxian exuded a similar aura, which made her feel inexplicably excited.
In pursuit of Situ Ming, they each relied on their own abilities, but unexpectedly, they all failed.
"Is it done?"
Wang Wenjing's eyes flickered. "Of course, no one can find this place."
The two went their separate ways. Wang Wenjing went to the entrance to change her shoes and felt a little strange.
Normally at this time, someone would prepare the food, and his stepmother and father would eat at this time.
What's going on today? Even the lights are off?
The living room of the huge villa was dark. Wang Wenjing changed into slippers and groped her way to the center of the living room. "Xiaohua, Xiaohua, Aunt Hu, Aunt Hu, where are you? Why don't you turn on the lights so late? Turn on the lights for me!"
She raised her head and saw a little fire at the bottom of the stairs, flickering in the darkness.
"Dad? Is that you, Dad?"
"I can't see clearly, please don't scream. I can't give birth to a daughter as old as you!"
A strange woman's voice.
Wang Wenjing stumbled up, groped to the wall, and turned on the living room lights.
In an instant, the crystal glass lamp illuminated the entire living room, and Wang Wenjing saw clearly the person sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room.
I was confused and bewildered. Why was she here? How did she get in? Are the bodyguards and security guards outside all useless?
What about the rest?
The living room of the house, which is several hundred square meters, is very large and well decorated. There is a chair standing in the middle of the floor. Zhao Xiaoyue, holding a cigarette in one hand, looks at Wang Wenjing jokingly.
"What? Are you unhappy to see me? Come on, smile for me!"
He held a cigarette between his white fingers as he leaned on the armrest of the chair, the corners of his mouth curled up in an evil and charming manner.
"Zhao Xiaoyue, you bitch, are you sick?"
Zhao Xiaoyue raised her eyes and spit out the smoke, "Yes, you are right, I am really sick, do you know what the medicine is?"
Zhao Xiaoyue didn't wait for anyone to answer and flicked the cigarette butt under the curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window.
She walked slowly towards Wang Wenjing, still with a creepy smile, "My illness requires a very simple medicine, just the blood of three or two people. Do you...don't mind if I borrow some from you?"
No matter how cruel and bad Wang Wenjing was, she was just a spineless person who had some money and bullied the weak and feared the strong. Faced with Zhao Xiaoyue's gloomy and terrifying questions, she was so scared that she fell backwards.
It didn't matter that he fell down, but his legs went weak and he couldn't stand up again.
Zhao Xiaoyue took out a 20-centimeter foldable Swiss Army knife from somewhere.
The knife in that white hand seemed to have a soul, and it looked ready to move, like a sword that would not be sheathed until blood was shed.
"What are you doing? Are you breaking the law? Is killing someone illegal?"
Zhao Xiaoyue laughed crazily after hearing the words, "Ha! Look! What a funny speech? I told you that I'm sick and I want to borrow some blood from you. Why don't you understand?"
Wang Wenjing was devastated. This was torture, real torture. She cried, begged, apologized, and admitted her mistakes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't mess with you again, please let me go, please let me go, please!"
Zhao Xiaoyue looked at the person who was kowtowing and begging on the ground with great interest, "Do you know what you have done? You have stabbed a knife in my heart, a knife that can never be pulled out. This knife has cut off my original hope. Do you think you should die?"
Wang Wenjing didn't understand what Zhao Xiaoyue was saying and could only beg her to let them go.
With a shrill scream, Wang Wenjing looked at the fingers that had been separated from her body.
"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped!"