Chapter 841

CEO Above, Me Below Chapter 841

Shi Xiaonian did not bother to speak anymore. She pulled Gong Yao along as they ran, both of their feet stepping on countless branches.

Gong Yao still stood there, unmoving.

Maybe he was really like what Gong Ou had said. He was stupid when he was smart, and smart again when he shouldn’t, and this time, he also understood that Shi Xiaonian was lying.

“You, mother and son, really have no end!”

Lan Ting retracted his leg and kicked towards Gong Yao, but Shi Xiaonian rushed over and threw Gong Yao onto the ground without a care in the world, and got a heavy kick on his back.

She cried out from the pain, and the pain from her lower abdomen caused her eyes to become wet. Shi Xiaonian protected Gong Yao with his body, and her voice became hoarse, “Why didn’t you run?”

He thought that Solanum nigrum and the baby would both be her favorites, except for her.

Lan Ting stood at the side and lowered his body, wanting to pull Shi Xiaonian to the side. Shi Xiaonian hugged Gong Yao tightly, lowered her head and whispered into his ear, “The baby hasn’t been formed yet, he won’t hurt.

“…”

He had to protect it.

In response, a bright light shone into the woods, lighting up the whole forest as if it was daytime. It was so bright that Lan Ting could not help but reach out his hand to cover his eyes.

Soon after, countless footsteps could be heard.

Soon, a familiar figure walked in.

It was him.

Shi Xiaonian leaned weakly against the tree, tightly hugging Gong Yao, she raised her eyes and looked ahead.

They were all injured.

Gong Ou punched Lan Ting’s face.

Lan Ting was beaten to the point that he tilted his head, and fresh blood flowed out of his lips, but Gong Ou still didn’t appease his hatred. He continued to beat and kick Lan Ting, as if he wanted to beat him to death.

The young master was definitely angry this time.

Shi Xiaonian wanted to call Gong Ou, but she could no longer make a sound. He could only watch as Lan Ting attacked him without regard for his own injuries.

Gong Ou was already severely injured, but Lan Ting’s fist had dyed his thin lip red, and blood stained his pale lips.

Like a beast who didn’t know what pain was, Gong Ou raised his leg and kicked Lan Ting, then him again.

Feng De immediately called out, he could not tolerate the Young Master’s injuries any longer.

“Stand still!”

“…”

His voice was hoarse.

In the end, Gong Ou, who was wounded all over, still pressed Lan Ting down heavily on his body. Lan Ting did not even have the strength to hit him anymore, and his face was beaten up a few times by Gong Ou.

Gong Ou roared, gasping for breath, the blood seeping out from his chest continued to increase.