Chapter 824 You Are Not Qiao Yanmeng

At the same time, Mo Yunsheng angrily threw a cup of bird's nest at the maid's face, cursing loudly that the maid would be hit by a car and killed when she went out.

All the maids in the room were silent and no one dared to provoke this female Rakshasa.

"Idiots, get out, get out!" Mo Yunsheng glanced at herself in the mirror and became even more angry. She wished she could bury all those who served her alive.

Yes, ever since her face was scratched, her heart began to twist, and she would beat and scold those poor maids every day, like a mental patient.

Now, the only person she can rely on is that person.

It's a pity that he has been busy hunting down that bastard Fang Qingyi recently and has no time to accompany her.

"You damned bastard, one day I will kill you with my own hands!" she cursed with gritted teeth.

The wind blew coldly and the trees outside the window rustled.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mo Yunsheng went upstairs to sleep. The doctor specifically reminded her to make sure to get enough rest and eat well.

She first asked the maid to help her open the bedroom door and checked whether there was anything unusual inside before she went in.

Ever since that jerk scared her in the bedroom, she has had a phobia about it.

"Miss Mo, everything is fine." The maid lowered her head carefully, her voice barely audible.

"Get lost." Mo Yunsheng shouted coldly.

Then he poked his head around and scanned the bedroom.

Seeing that there was no movement, he walked in with confidence.

She closed and locked the door and changed into her pajamas.

Turn around.

Qiao Yanmeng was looking at her with a half-smile.

That smile was particularly evil.

Mo Yunsheng was completely numb. He stared at the other person blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

She could no longer tell whether this person was Qiao Yanmeng or Fang Qingyi. At first glance, the person in front of her was Qiao Yanmeng, but at another glance, she was clearly the same as that woman.

"Miss Mo, how are you?" Qiao Yanmeng greeted her with a smile, her voice soft and gentle, making people feel like spring breeze.

Mo Yunsheng was horrified and wanted to open his mouth to shout, but found that he seemed to be mute.

“You, you…”

"I'm Qiao Yanmeng. Didn't you call me sister before? Why don't you speak today?" Qiao Yanmeng slowly stood up and approached step by step.

"No, don't come over, don't come over!" Mo Yunsheng was so scared that she was shaking all over. She was in a weak position now, so of course she couldn't go against her.

"Why, are you afraid of me?" Qiao Yanmeng put her hands in her pockets and approached nonchalantly, "I'm not a ghost, don't worry, I won't eat people."

Her smile was particularly vicious.

Suffocating.

Mo Yunsheng was almost frightened to death, and quickly shouted: "Help..."

Unfortunately, before I could finish my sentence, my mouth and nose were covered and I was dragged to the innermost room of the bedroom.

Qiao Yanmeng wiped her hands in disgust, "Mo Yunsheng, you feel so guilty, did you know I was coming to see you?"

"No, no, I don't know what you are going to do. I'm already injured, and I haven't provoked you recently!" Mo Yunsheng curled up in the corner of the sofa, shivering, with fear in his eyes.

"Then I'll help you recall." Qiao Yanmeng was in a good mood today and was in a playful mood. "A few days ago, a girl who looked like me was scratched on the face by you, right? You also imprisoned her and tortured her so hard that she would rather die than live."

Mo Yun swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Despair overflowed from his eyes.

"You, what is your relationship?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"At first, our mother gave birth to twins. The one you hurt was my biological sister." Qiao Yanmeng slowly leaned over, approached Mo Yunsheng, and lifted her chin. "So, do you understand?"

Twins, sisters?

Mo Yunsheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

When Qiao Yanmeng appeared, her position at home was already precarious.

If there was another one, wouldn't she be kicked out of the house?

"What do you want?" Mo Yunsheng gritted his teeth and said, "Father will not accept her. You are all bastards!"

"Why are you always so mean?" Qiao Yanmeng sneered, then took out a dagger from her pocket.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Yunsheng's face turned pale and he stared at Qiao Yanmeng. This knife brought back her most painful memories.

"Don't be nervous. I originally wanted to cut your face, but unfortunately there is no room left. How about this, I'll give you the knife, and you cut your thigh twice, and then I'll leave. How about that?"

Qiao Yanmeng looked at her with a half-smile, and her whole body was filled with a cold aura. She was just like the god of death returned from hell, taking everyone's life while talking and laughing.

Because of fear, tears welled up in Mo Yunsheng's eyes.

She herself didn't know it, she just stared blankly at the person in front of her, trembling all over.

"Why, you're so stupid, Mo Yunsheng, how did you become so useless? You were not like this before." Qiao Yanmeng stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her.

At this moment, Mo Yunsheng suddenly jumped up, grabbed Qiao Yanmeng's wrist with one hand, and twisted it hard.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang and almost hurt Qiao Yanmeng's foot.

Fortunately, the latter dodged quickly.

"Go to hell!" Mo Yun grabbed the dagger fiercely and stabbed it into Qiao Yanmeng's heart.

Qiao Yanmeng sneered and blocked the dagger with her hand, and the dagger flew out and pierced the window curtain.