Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Chapter 988 Is He Dead? 【Down】

Uncle Hai's eyes dimmed, and finally he said, "Yes."

Yun Mo felt as if she was stepping on cotton, the world was spinning, and her body collapsed.

Fortunately, Uncle Hai grabbed his arm and stood still.

She pushed Uncle Hai away, trying to enter the hospital building.

Uncle Hai stopped him: "Miss Yun, Master Long's body doesn't look very good right now...it's ready to be transported to the funeral parlor. Let's talk about it first."

"Then I want to see him too."

Uncle Hai made up his mind and cast a wink at several of his subordinates.

The two of them went over to block Yun Mo's way, not letting her pass.

Yun Mo raised her eyelids, her weak voice seemed to be pinched by someone's fate:

"Let me go in and have a look at him."

The two still refused to let go.

Uncle Hai sighed: "Forget it."

Yun Mo suddenly rammed heavily towards the two of them, wanting to rush over.

The two grabbed her arms, preventing her from passing.

She struggled with all her strength and shouted loudly: "Let me in, let me take a look at him..."

Both of them were amazed by her strength at the moment, they almost let her slip from her hands several times, and they didn't dare to hurt her with too much force, so they could only look at Uncle Hai and Huo Shenxiu for help.

Huo Shenxiu was silent for a long time before coming over, and said in a low voice, "There are a lot of reporters here, and if you want to go in later, they might follow you in too. You don't want Long Dinghao to be restless after death, to be harassed, or even— — Was the photo of the dead body posted online?”

Yun Mo's strength was finally exhausted at this moment, and her arms drooped limply.

Huo Shenxiu winked at the members of the club:

"Send Miss Yun home first."

Uncle Hai gestured.

Just as the two subordinates stepped forward, Yun Mo took a few steps back and muttered:

"no need."

Turn around and walk out of the hospital.

Uncle Hai was not at ease, so he asked a brother to follow behind.

Seeing Yun Mo's back disappear, he sighed and looked at Huo Shenxiu beside him:

"Second Master Huo, this..."

The color of Huo Shenxiu's eyes did not fluctuate:

"Just do what you have to do."

……

Along the way, Yun Mo's soul didn't seem to be in her body.

There is only one voice lingering in my head, and he is dead.

He was retaliated by the Chongde Gang because he vented his anger and sent Zhan Kui to prison.

So in the end, she not only killed his father, but also him?

This happened so suddenly.

Suddenly, she was caught off guard and couldn't believe it at all.

The whole person is numb.

I don't know pain, and I don't feel uncomfortable.

She just walked along the side of the road.

I don't know how long it took.

Until he accidentally stepped on a stone, tripped, and fell hard forward.

With a muffled grunt, he regained consciousness.

Passers-by heard the sound and looked over, looking at the scene in the dusk in amazement.

She raised her face and found that the sky was getting dark.

But still no pain.

There was no pain in the place where I was thrown.

The subordinates of the club who had been following secretly ran over, trying to help her up:

"Miss Yun..."

She shook off the opponent's hand gently, got up by herself, and continued to walk forward.

I don't know where she fell, and she was limping after walking too long.

After walking along the street for a long time, I stopped at the entrance of a brightly lit lively bar.

She doesn't know where to go.

She didn't want to go home, and she didn't want her parents to see her like this.

The members of the club saw that she was about to enter the bar, and stepped forward: "Miss Yun..."

Yun Mo didn't look back: "Don't follow me, leave me alone."

Subordinates stop outside.

Yun Mo entered the bar, walked to the bar counter, and ordered a drink.

Drink bottle after bottle.

She finally understood why he spent all his days in bars and got drunk.

Alcohol is really a good thing.

It can numb the nerves and temporarily forget all discomfort.

After a while, a greasy-looking young man in a floral shirt came over, obviously noticing that she was alone.

Knocking on her desktop, teasing frivolously:

"Beauty, are you alone? Have a drink together?"

Yun Mo continued to drink alone as if she had never heard of it.

Reluctantly, the man leaned a few inches closer, and simply handed the wine glass to her lips:

"Come on, let's drink together, how boring it is to drink alone."

Only then did Yun Mo put down the wine glass in her hand, and took over the man's wine glass.

A smile played on the man's lips.

Yun Mo stood up slowly, raised the glass high, and poured the wine in the glass onto the harasser's head without falling.

The man was stunned, wiped his wet hair and face, and lost his temper: "Are you fucking sick? What are you doing?"

Yun Mo squirmed her lips: "Get lost."

Someone look over.

The man lost face and yelled: "Who do you think you are? You look like [-] people! To greet you is to admire you!"

Yun Mo picked up the wine bottle in hand, smashed it on the bar next to him, held the bottle, and pointed the gap at him:

"Can you say that again."

With a crisp bang, the man was completely shocked.

I didn't expect that a woman who looked so weak actually had the stance of fighting her life with her!

He was just flirting, he never thought of making such a big deal, so he spat at the star:

"Unlucky, I met a lunatic."

Turn around and look for the next target.

Yun Mo was still holding the broken wine bottle, and pointed straight in the direction of the man.

Until the bartender at the bar cautiously said: "Miss, that person has already left. You can put down the bottle. You...your hands seem to be bleeding."

She put the bottle on the bar, staggered, and walked towards the bathroom.

Turn on the tap and rinse your hands.

When the bottle was smashed, the shards of glass splashed on my fingers, making several small bloodstains.

She felt a piercing pain, and a tearing pain in her chest surged up her throat, bent down, and vomited in front of the mirror.

The liquor brought with it a little of what I ate this morning, and I vomited it all out.

Thmitting and spitting, she slipped and fell to the ground, leaning against the washstand, exhausted, weak and exhausted, muttering:

"Long Dinghao. Why did you die... Are you kidding me?"

Heart hurts.

It's really like being cut into pieces by sharp scissors.

Blood dripping.

Compared with the wrestling injuries on the hands and body, it hurts eleven thousand times.

The night is fading.

She was very tired, with her eyes closed, leaning against the wall, and she didn't care that the people who entered the bathroom one after another looked at her strangely.

Occasionally someone asked her how she was doing and if she needed help, but she didn't answer.

She didn't know how long it took before she felt that someone came in again and helped her up.

Drunken, she wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

Eyelids and limbs are heavy.

Just as the bar staff.

The other party helped her out of the bathroom, probably seeing that she was so drunk that she couldn't walk, and was injured, so he simply hugged her.

She felt a sense of resistance, and opened her eyelids in a trance, only to find that her eyes were dark.

In the bar at night, the lights are blurred.

I can't see the person holding me clearly at all.