Chapter 885

Different from the past, Mo Liancheng almost killed his hand and hit song Yan with one punch. His brain even appeared blank in an instant.

Song Yanshu fell on the ground and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with his fingers. He laughed coldly, and his eyes were full of blood. Just as Molian city plans to continue to work, Mu Qingqing has untied her pinned skirt and rushes to grab it.

"Stop fighting, let's go!"

Mo Liancheng's eyes were fixed on Song Yanshu. The two men didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but the collision of their eyes has already explained everything. The cross of anger, like the electric light and flint on the battlefield, is a kind of competition between men alone.

"Go Mu Qingqing pulls Mo Liancheng and says in a deep voice. She was worried that if she went on, she would make a mess out of control, because Mu Qingqing knew very well about the temperament of Mo Liancheng and song Yanshu. They were people who would succeed without leaving a way behind.

Such people tend to be more paranoid. If they really cause irreparable mistakes, Mu Qingqing will not be able to live peacefully in this life. In the past, this kind of feeling was not obvious, but with the small pool, Mu Qingqing's ideas and style of doing things have quietly changed.

With all her strength, Mu Qingqing managed to pull moliancheng into the car. She stepped on the accelerator quickly and fiercely. A sound of turning quickly broke the dead silence.

Blood coagulated in the corner of his mouth. Song Yanshu held this posture and sat on the cold ground for a long time. It was like a long dream. When he clenched his fist, the faint tingling in his palm reminded him and pulled him out of control.

Even if the ring is abandoned, it is also confident of flashing light. Song Yanshu bit his lip and raised his hand and threw the ring in the garbage can in the corner of the parking lot.

What am I doing just now...

Song Yanshu thought to himself, then got up and got on the bus dejectedly.

The ringing of the telephone broke the silence in the carriage. Song Yanshu's feeble hand held the phone to his ear with difficulty and answered a syllable coldly.

The person who called was Uncle an. As soon as he opened his mouth, he went straight to the subject, "Yan Shu, what you want me to check has been found out. Originally, Mo Liancheng is him..."

after listening to Uncle an's words, song Yanshu immediately sat upright from the back of his chair and said, "what you said is true?"

"Absolutely true!"

Uncle an continued, "I think Miss Mu should have known about it. I sent people into the computer archives of the hospital, got the case of moliancheng, and found a familiar expert to analyze it. There is no mistake."

Song Yanshu's face mixed feelings, he hung up the phone, the mood seems to be a little bit from the quagmire to climb out.

"Stop!" When the car just drove into the coastal highway, moliancheng suddenly opened a mouth and called Mu Qingqing to stop the car. It has been 20 minutes on the way, and the two people have been speechless. Everyone's heart is full of all kinds of complex emotions.

A hard brake, stop in the emergency lane.

The sea breeze is cold and salty. It slaps fiercely on the face, and the roaring sound is like a roar / clamour, which is annoying.

"Are you angry?" Mu Qingqing opens her mouth first. If she keeps silent like this, she will enter an endless circle. There must be someone who will give in first.

For a moment, Mo Liancheng asked coldly, "did you go to the Mohist group?"

Mu Qingqing's heart is awe inspiring. She originally thought that she would inform Mo Liancheng of this matter recently, but she didn't expect that Mo Liancheng knew it first. In this way, they seem passive.

"Well..." Mu Qingqing nodded, and her voice was a little weak.

"Why go there?" Mo Liancheng continued to ask, tone is still stable, can not see a trace of sadness or anger.

Mu Qingqing stopped. She didn't know how Mo Liancheng reacted. She said, "I'm a shareholder of the Mohist group. As a shareholder, go back to the company and see what's wrong?"

Who knows that as soon as Mu Qingqing's voice fell, Mo Liancheng suddenly turned back, and his eyes, like a sharp sword, fell on Mu Qingqing's throat. "You think you are right. Do you think that with your own strength, you can change the universe?"

"Ah..."

Mo Liancheng sneered and looked extremely uncomfortable with his contemptuous expression, "my business is my free solution, and you don't need to interfere with your business!"

"What? Mind your own business? "

Mu Qingqing's sensitive mood was also picked up by Mo Liancheng's excited tone. She frowned and said in a cold voice, "Mo Liancheng, it was you who asked me before. Now I also want to ask you, do you have heart in the end?"

"What have you done since you were expelled from Mohan group? Charity, donation, school? Yes, these are all very good, but is your heart really so peaceful? You want to find a sense of existence, no blame. Can Mo's group is uncle Mo's biggest regret, you let go? Are you right about Uncle Mo? Are you worthy of yourself? "Mu Qingqing's voice was torn and swallowed up by the sound of the waves.

What she is angry at is not that Mo Liancheng does not appreciate her help, but that she is so negative that Mu Qingqing feels sad.

Mo Liancheng's expression was gloomy. For a moment, in the roar of the huge waves, he said something that he did not know whether Mu Qingqing could hear clearly.

"But I don't want my woman to be wronged for me..."

Mo Liancheng's voice is very small. Mu Qingqing does not respond to the sea, but quietly drops a few tears.

Back to the villa, Mo Liancheng will directly cold face Mu Qingqing horizontal embrace, throw in the bedroom bed, his arm is still so powerful, so solid and reliable.

Mu Qingqing didn't resist. He took a medicine box from the door and knelt half in front of him. He lifted his feet and put them on his knees.

"What are you doing?" Mu Qingqing looks at the clean towel suddenly handed over by Mo Liancheng and asks in doubt.

"Bite!"

"Well?" Before Mu Qingqing understood the meaning of Mo Liancheng's words, the pain in his ankle instantly penetrated into his heart. However, the towel had fallen on the ground and Mu Qingqing could not bear it. However, Mo Liancheng put his arm in front of Mu Qingqing. Mu Qingqing did not think about it and bit it.

Because of wearing high-heeled shoes all the time during the day, my ankle felt more or less paralyzed. I didn't even know that there was a piece of broken glass in the wound.

Mo Liancheng's forehead exudes a layer of fine sweat. He cleanly uses the sterilized forceps to clip out the fragments. As the pain gradually subsides, Mu Qingqing also looses his mouth.