Chapter 1267 - It’s Better If You Don’t Provoke Me!

Chapter 1267: It’s Better If You Don’t Provoke Me!
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The moment Mo Yongheng saw the pale-faced Tan Bengbeng silently crying on the bed, his gaze toward Qi Yan became furious.
Without a second word, he walked forward, grabbed onto his collar, pulled him off the bed, and punched him directly in the face!

Jerk! I entrusted Bengbeng to you, and this is how you took care of her? With a premarital pregnancy that you couldn’t even take good care of. I am going to beat you to death today!

Mo Yongheng delivered two more punches to Qi Yan as he spoke.
As he was too abrupt in his attacks, Qi Yan had already taken two more punches before he returned to his senses.


Just as he was about to ask Mo Yongheng what was wrong with him, the third punch rained down on him!
Qi Yan hurriedly lifted his hand to block the punch and pushed Mo Yongheng away before retreating a few steps himself.
The corner of his lips was already bleeding and he briefly wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.

Mo Yongheng, are you sick in the mind? You want to fight, yeah? Let’s change location and do it!
Qi Yan growled.
The little King of Hell that he had been thinking about day and night was gone. He was feeling depressed and at the same time worried about Tan Bengbeng’s health. He had not even expressed his sorrow.
However, Mo Yongheng suddenly looked him up and down and vented it out on him.
His gaze turned sharp when he saw the person in front of him.
The moment he finished his sentence, Tan Bengbeng, who had been lying on the bed the entire time, suddenly moved her body and attempted to sit up on the bed.
Without a second word, Qi Yan rushed over to help her.
His heart wrenched in pain again when he spotted her red-rimmed eyes and her undried tears.


Just as he was about to hug her, a hand was already dangling in front of him.
Soon after, Mo Yongheng’s chilly voice sounded.

Let go of her, you are not qualified to take care of her!


Mo Yongheng, don’t assume that I would not kill you! You had better not provoke me at such a time!

Qi Yan’s face darkened after being challenged.

We still don’t know who would emerge the winner!
As Mo Yongheng said this, he pushed Qi Yan away with one hand. Then, he raised the pillows by stacking them together before he gently helped Tan Bengbeng to lie comfortably on them.
Following this, he raised her bed too…
The entire process was done smoothly and swiftly.
He did not give Qi Yan a chance to poke his head into it.

How are you feeling now? Let me examine you!
When Mo Yongheng met Tan Bengbeng’s gaze as well as her colorless face, his heart wrenched so badly that it was incapable of feeling any further pain.


Apart from regrets and hatred, he also felt extremely upset.
He had noticed that something was amiss with her last time. Why had he not insisted on examining her, or instead, taking her away?
If he had taken her away from Qi Yan, Mo Kun would not have taken her as the link between Nian Xiaomu and Qi Yan and he would not have used all means to get rid of her.
In that case, she would not have encountered the ambush yesterday either, which had caused her injuries and miscarriage.
No matter what, Qi Yan should still be blamed for his inability to protect her; if he had followed Bengbeng closely, she would not have been trapped in the factory alone…
Mo Yongheng turned around and cast Qi Yan a ferocious glare!
It seemed as if both of them were about to fight the moment their eyes met.
Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu heard the commotion outside and walked into the room.
Both were stunned when they saw that Mo Yongheng and Qi Yan had their daggers drawn.
When Nian Xiaomu saw that Tan Bengbeng had regained consciousness, she could not be bothered to ask Mo Yongheng and Qi Yan what was happening and instantly rushed forward to understand Tan Bengbeng’s current situation.


Tan Bengbeng was worried about her too.
Her face turned even paler when she spotted the wounds on her left shoulder.
Nian Xiaomu shook her head immediately and said,
I am fine, nothing is wrong with me. The doctor has examined me and dressed my wound; he said that it is not deep and that I will recover in a few days. It will not affect my daily life in the future!