Chapter 240
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Sob sob.
His ears were filled with the woman's sad and desperate cries. Her delicate body was so cold, Huo Beichen realized that his mother did not even have an umbrella.
He raised his hands awkwardly and covered Tang Mo 'er's head, using his palms to shield her from the rain.
Tang Mo 'er cried for a long time and when she was tired, she turned around and walked towards the shore.
Huo Beichen's hand was still in mid-air. He looked at the woman's back and felt upset. She was so rude, she didn't even thank him.
The two of them reached the streets and Huo Beichen chased after her. "Hey, Tang Mo 'er, get in my car, I'll send you home."
Tang Mo 'er hugged herself with her slender arms, clutching at her delicate skin through her clothes in pain. She didn't even turn around.
"Hey, Tang Mo 'er, what do you mean by this? The rain is getting heavier, get in my car!" Huo Beichen grabbed Tang Mo' er's slender arm.
Tang Mo 'er shook him off and ran away.
At this moment, the screeching sound of brakes could be heard. A luxurious Aston Martin stopped and the luxury car almost crashed into Tang Mo 'er.
Tang Mo 'er fell to the ground in a pathetic state.
In the luxury car, due to the heavy rain, even though the windshield wipers were constantly blowing, their vision was still blurry. The driver in the driver's seat said anxiously, "Sir, I think we've hit someone."
In the back seat, the temperature outside was extremely cold, and the temperature in the quiet car was also abnormally cold. The man was hidden in the back seat, and in the dimly lit area, the streetlight faintly shone in, illuminating a deep face that seemed to have been crafted by the gods.
The man was wearing a neatly ironed black shirt and trousers that wrapped around his long legs. His black eyes were like an eagle hovering in the night sky, and he exuded a cold and sharp aura from the years of experience and precipitation.
"Let's go down and take a look." The man's indifferent voice was devoid of any emotion.
"Yes." The driver opened the car door.
But Huo Beichen had already run over. He carried Tang Mo 'er, who was on the verge of collapsing, and carried her to his Ferrari sports car.
"Sir, that person has been taken away."
"Mm." The man snorted calmly. "Drive."
Tang Mo 'er brushed past the luxury car in Huo Beichen's arms.
…
In the Ferrari.
Huo Beichen placed Tang Mo 'er on the passenger seat. She was in a sorry state, her clothes were drenched and her body was riddled with injuries.
She didn't know where exactly she was injured. Her fingers and feet had been cut in the pond, and the Aston Martin had almost run over her. Her knees had been grazed by the car.
There were some bloodstains on her little face and she slumped weakly against the seat. Her wet hair covered half of her pale little face and she muttered in a daze, "It hurts, it hurts …"
"Hey, Tang Mo 'er, where does it hurt? Tell me clearly." Huo Beichen looked at her anxiously.
This woman now looked like a ghost. Just now, she was crazy enough to crash into someone's luxury car and almost lost her life.
He still preferred her usual arrogant and bright appearance.
Tang Mo 'er's entire brain was filled with pain. She felt as though something was gnawing at her bones and blood. She used her fingernails to claw at the thing, wanting to pull it out.
Very quickly, there were a few more bloody scratches on her snow-white neck.
Huo Beichen quickly grasped her slender wrists and stopped her from scratching. "Stop scratching, Tang Mo 'er. What's wrong with you? You've scratched your own skin."
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