Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3998 Life will not love (2)

Song Shaojun stared into the eyes of the man in front of him, and smiled lightly: "President Mo, I asked you if you recognize my brother, but you kept denying it, what exactly are you trying to cover up?"

The mine disaster in Johannesburg was a man-made accident, but unfortunately the African police were incompetent, coupled with the poor local environment and poor equipment, the murderer has not been found.The police concluded that the murderer also died in the mine disaster.

Song Shaojun knew it was a murder, but he had no way to find out the truth.

Five years have passed.

"Mr. Song, I really don't understand what you mean. If you came to me to say this, I'm sorry, I don't have time to accompany you. If you think I murdered your brother, you can go to court and sue me. I will accompany you to the end."

Mo Xiu has a tough attitude and has enough confidence.

"President Mo, of course you know that I can't win the lawsuit, and you also know that I have no evidence at all." Song Shaojun said slowly, "Because you are my brother, Song Shaoyan."

Song Shaojun's clear voice was calm, and even his heart didn't fluctuate in any way.

But Mo Xiu's face changed, and only he knew the expression under his mask.

The hands resting on the handle were tightly tightened, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was an impenetrable depth in his endless eyes.

The wilderness is windy and the moon is clear.

It was quiet all around, not a single sound could be heard.

For a long time, no one spoke again.

Their eyes met, and Song Shaojun and Mo Xiu's gazes collided, sparking countless sparks.

Mo Xiu sneered: "Boss Song really drank too much today."

"Song Shaoyan, you have escaped for five years, it seems that you don't plan to become Song Shaoyan again." Song Shaojun said.

"I don't like talking to unconscious people." Mo Xiu suddenly turned the wheelchair, ready to leave.

"It's you who is unconscious!"

Mo Xiu's back stopped: "President Song, it seems that we don't have much in common, so we don't need to see each other again."

"Song Shaoyan, I don't know your current situation, and I didn't plan to find out. Since you don't want to admit to anyone that you are Song Shaoyan, then you will live your life as Moxiu from now on." Song Shaojun's A dim light flashed in his eyes, "I have no other request, don't bother Ning'an anymore."

Hearing that woman's name, the corners of Mo Xiu's lips curled up in a mocking arc.

It seemed that Song Shaojun didn't know what he and Ning An had met a long time ago.

It seems that the relationship between Song Shaojun and Ning An has not reached the point where they have nothing to say.

"Mr. Song should go back to rest early if he drinks too much, don't talk nonsense in this kind of place." Mo Xiu took out his mobile phone and prepared to call his driver.

"Song Shaoyan, you don't have to deny it in front of me. I went to Africa to pick up the ashes. At that time, the scene of the disaster was extremely chaotic. Your ashes and Moxiu's ashes had been mixed together. The local police said it was you, and I I took you home. If my deduction is not wrong, it was Mo Xiu who was buried in the cemetery."

"Mo Xiu, Song Shaoyan..." Mo Xiu murmured to himself, "They're all dead."

"Oh." Song Shaojun smiled, "Moxiu is dead, but Song Shaoyan is not."

"Song Shaojun, you are talking nonsense." Mo Xiu stared at him coldly.

Song Shaojun was still leaning on the car body.

The moonlight elongated their figures, and there were only the two of them in the open wilderness.

The eyes are silent and the words are pale.

The wind whizzed by, and there was no grass growing in the barren place in my heart.

(End of this chapter)