Chapter 3 Her Use

  "Uncle Li, can I..."

  Clutching her small fists tightly, she walked out of the classroom under the gaze of her classmates who were lost in thought. Looking at Lei's driver standing at the door waiting for her, her lips trembled with a desire to plead...

  "Sir is waiting for you."

  A voice without temperature, Cheng Huanlei only felt a tightness on her arm, and then her body was pulled forward with a strong force, her slender body being dragged along.

  Silently swallowing her unspoken words, in the Lei family, she only had obedience, no right to resist...

  Lailai.

  As soon as she sat in the extended Benz car, a pair of warm and loving eyes with a hint of smile welcomed her. The big hand gently pulled Cheng Huanlei, and at the moment the car started, smiled at Cheng Huanlei.

  That smile was full of kindness and warmth, but Cheng Huanlei felt a chill run down her spine. Looking at those shining eyes filled with kindness, Cheng Huanlei's nose suddenly felt sour. This was the paternal love she had been longing for since childhood, a loving father who would look at her with such tenderness, a father who cherished her like a precious gem...

  "Wenwen is counting on you, thank you for your hard work. Father will definitely compensate you."

  A few words, and all the warmth is completely disillusioned.

  She nodded slightly, she had never had the right to refuse.

  The car drove quickly and soon stopped at the exclusive hospital. With those warm big hands holding hers, sunlight sprinkled on both of their bodies, casting a faint glow on them. From afar, what a loving scene...

  "You despicable person, what are you hesitating about? If anything happens to Wenwen, your ten lives won't be enough to make up for it!"

  Cheng Huanrui's figure had just appeared when she was pulled away by a pair of hands, and with a swift motion, her arm was pinched hard, causing the beautifully done long fingernails to slide across the somewhat rough small hand, leaving behind several blood marks.

  Pain caused Cheng Huan to shrink back a bit, lowering her head, her lips moving slightly as she said humbly: "Aunt Fen, I'm sorry."

  Enduring the pain on the back of his hand, he muttered an apology.

  "Peifen, Wenwen is still waiting."

  Lei Zhen Dong reached out and grabbed Xu Pei Fen's hand that was about to swing, gave a signal to the hospital staff waiting on one side, and then Cheng Han Lei was taken in.

  Full of the smell of disinfectant, a completely familiar smell. As soon as I walked in, I saw a girl wearing a disinfectant suit, lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed, and years of illness had left her body with a frail and weak feeling. This weakness made her beautiful little face even more pitiful, she lay on the big bed, and behind the curtain next to her was a small bed that belonged to her...

  "Go to bed."

  A somewhat cold voice came from the doctor, Cheng Huanlei stood in front of the hospital bed, her slender body involuntarily trembling slightly.

  His hand clenched again, as if trying to give himself strength.

  "Hurry up!"

  The doctor, seeing that Cheng Huanlei didn't move, exerted a bit more force with his hand and pushed her. Cheng Huanlei's slender body was thus pushed onto the hospital bed, her knee heavily colliding with the iron railing, the pain causing her to bite her lip and suppress the cry of pain.

  Climbing onto the small bed with fear, lying down, and closing her eyes, Cheng Huanlei tried to empty everything.

  It's over after holding on for a while, nothing serious happened.

  A familiar sound echoed in her ears as the cold instrument touched her skin, and Cheng Huanlei, who had been constantly hypnotizing herself, couldn't help but flinch. The flinch was quickly caught by a pair of icy large hands, and then she could clearly feel the sensation of the instrument entering her body, numbing her muscles, but not numbing her brain's senses. As the machine pierced through the skin above her buttocks to extract bone marrow, Cheng Huanlei involuntarily let out a painful whimper...

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  Uh, it doesn't seem that toxic, right!? Then... then... then when Aunt Flo comes, the bleeding won't stop, and I have to wash my pants four times a day...

  Are you trying to drive Zigu Niang to death?