Chapter 1382

Jinchi quickly seizes the opportunity and tells Mo Jincheng the address of the hospital.

Thank goodness.

Listen to his tone, it should be coming, that's good.

Jinchi puts down her mobile phone and turns to look at the little sister of the police who is looking forward to the same face. However, she doesn't feel relieved. Instead, she feels heavy.

It's all her fault.

Make simple things complicated.

If Fang Yuan's mother really has a weakness, it will be difficult for her to make friends with Fang Yuan in the future.

Although intellectually speaking, this woman is really hateful to the extreme, but from the emotional point of view, no matter what, this woman is still Fangyuan's mother.

This blood relationship is cut off constantly.

Jinchi looks at Jinmin anxiously.

Jin min also has some helplessness to turn around and walk to one side.

She didn't know the truth.

Now I can only hope that the people inside have nothing.

……

Mo Jincheng put down the phone, only to find that his hand has long been cold.

He unconsciously raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall. His brain seemed to be cut from the middle. It was painful.

He took a deep breath and seemed to be sober. He picked up the clothes on the back of his chair and turned to the door.

To the door, but found that I do not know when, Gong Yueze sitting at the door of the position, silently smoking.

Scarlet light, in the dark night, revealed a strange charm.

Mo Jincheng's tone is indifferent, but his eyes are shining: "Fangyuan is in the hospital now."

The man sitting at the base of the wall, who was silent, seemed to be stimulated by an accident. He suddenly stood up and rushed over, staring at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Mo Jincheng is still indifferent.

He was so indifferent that he seemed to be able to wring out a drop of water.

Gong Yueze stares at Mo Jincheng's face.

The two men confront each other in silence

For a moment, Mo Jincheng just moved his lips. At this time, he found that his throat was so dry that it was terrible.

"Go over there!"

He grasped the clothes tightly in his hand.

It's like catching something.

Gong Yueze frowned, and his good-looking and docile skin bag seemed to be stimulated at the moment, and twisted into a ball: "what the hell are you talking about! How can I take care of your woman for you! "

Crazy!

Mo Jincheng puts on his clothes behind him and walks forward slowly. The bigger the gap of his heart, the bigger the smile of his lips.

"Don't you like her?"

He has gone to the elevator.

In the silent night, a word, a breath, can be heard clearly.

This sentence, falling on Gong Yueze's heart, is like a stone thrown into the heart lake. With a thump, it ripples circle by circle.

However, the next second, Gong Yueze realized that his thought was wrong.

He immediately raised his eyes to catch up with Mo Jincheng.

Unfortunately, the elevator had been closed slowly before he arrived.

Standing in the elevator that handsome face, but also with the elevator slowly closed, bit by bit buried.

Miyazawa was so angry that he smashed the elevator door.

There was a deafening thump.

Standing in the elevator, Mo Jincheng grabs the clothes in his hand.

The veins on the hands are exposed.

The gap of the heart was torn more and more big, countless wind poured in, like salt sprinkled on the wound.

There was no one in the elevator.

His grief surged out like a tide.

I'm burning with anxiety.

But I know I shouldn't go.

But when he went downstairs and got to the garage, when Mo Jincheng turned the steering wheel, he still drove to the hospital involuntarily.

Reason is clamoring.

The body is honest step by step to the direction of the circle.

When the car stops at the door of the hospital, Mo Jincheng realizes that he has arrived at the hospital.

Hospital is a place of life and death.

Mo Jincheng is never afraid of life and death.

However, when did he start, he became a person who was afraid of life and death.

Slender index finger gently hit the steering wheel, the inner entanglement like a knot of life and death, twisted into a hemp rope, constantly honed in the position of the heart.

It's painful.

But there was no movement.

If a knife is against the throat, you can take it away.

But the invisible knife was inserted in the heart. He couldn't reach in and take out the knife.

The street lamp is dim and yellow, and it falls on Mo Jincheng's facial features, just like an oil painting in the setting sun.magnificent ; ornate ; fascinating.

Time is still.

He took a deep breath and looked through the dim light and down on the brightly lit building.

Time is ticking.

The gap in the heart keeps expanding over time.

He got out of the car impatiently, his deep eyes staring at the building deeply.

Polished skin, in the night sky, reflecting the dark mood.

Where is the road ahead.

He didn't know how to get there.

I don't know what's ahead.

I doubt my life for the first time.

He looked at the hospital with some frustration.

I want to go in and see what happened to that woman.

I dare not go in.

At this time, a bright yellow sports car slowly galloped by.

Hit a turn signal, then frantically to the hospital parking lot.

That car looks familiar.

The clenched fist is loosened, then clenched again.

The green tendon on the hand already faintly explodes, but, Mo Jin Cheng stands in the same place, did not move.

There was a sad look on his face.

He is a person who is no longer qualified to give Fangyuan happiness.

Now that we have decided to give up, we should quit.

Be indifferent to her affairs.

It's the best for everyone.

He pauses, the irritability in his heart is like the rising fog, blocking his throat, and he has a burning feeling.

Once again, I couldn't help looking at the gate.

In my mind, there are too many images of that woman.

And

The best brother

He pinched his eyebrows impatiently, and his heart was not as open-minded as he had imagined.

He swerved, got into the car, stepped on the gas and pulled it to the hospital parking lot.

Then get out of the car quickly to catch up with the figure that has been buried in the crowd.

He just wanted to see what happened to that woman.

That's all.

There's no other idea.

He comforted himself.

But the pace is faster and faster.

It's like it's out of control.

In my mind, all kinds of terrible pictures constantly emerge.

Once again, the fists were clenched tightly.

On the forehead, also faint burst out green tendon.

That pair of deep eyes, but full of fog, can't open.

Pain is like a rooted thorn, deep into it, invisible, untouchable, but it makes people feel uncomfortable.