Deliberately play nice!The hotel butler was driven crazy!

Mu Duo was indeed bound quite firmly.

When Long Xiangbo walked in, he saw that except for one head, almost the whole body of this man was wrapped with black ropes.

It looks like a silkworm chrysalis about to be thrown into the fire to roast.

He really didn't mean to be merciful at all.

Long Xiangbo smiled indulgently, and didn't say a word about Mu Duo's treatment, but was more interested in the rope tied to him.

He stepped forward and touched it lightly.The black rope is only as thick as a little finger, and it feels slightly cold to the touch, as if it is not an ordinary material.

"This...you did it yourself?"

Mo Lan nodded, took the remaining black rope from her subordinates, and threw it to Long Xiangbo,
"We made it ourselves. It's soft and light, but it's fire-resistant and cut-resistant. As long as it's tied up, it's almost impossible to break free."

"Really good."

Long Xiangbo weighed it in his hand, and there was a glint of approval in his eyes.

Mo Lan glanced at him, touched his shoulder mischievously, raised her eyebrows and asked,
"Master Long, do you need sponsorship?"

At this moment, Mu Duo was carried by two people and walked outside.

The backup force of "Dragon Scale" has arrived at the scene, there is a professional transport vehicle, and a group of people are planning to get people there.

Long Xiangbo stretched out his hand to protect Mo Lan aside, bent down, rubbed his lips against her ear and said,

"Okay, I just don't know what price Ms. Mo plans to charge me?"

Mo Lan pouted and thought about it "seriously", and put on a bright "profiteer" appearance,
"1.1 meters, okay?"

Long Xiangbo sighed pretending to be troubled, pulled her chin and turned her around, touched her lips together, and replied in a hoarse voice,

"Okay, I'll give you my life."

Mo Lan was slightly taken aback, and was caught off guard by the strong love running through her chest.

Like old wine poured directly into the throat, the fiery tingling sensation quickly spread throughout the body.

It's overwhelming, and it's terrifying!
After 10 minutes

The two parties worked together to clean up the scene.

All the evidence was collected one by one, without omission.

And Qin Hui had already left the scene early when he realized that Long Xiangbo and the others had arrived here.

At this moment, he was still hiding in the corner. Through the corner of the small window, he saw the two hugging each other, and the corners of his lips curled up in relief.

In any case, at this moment, it seems that the young lady is really happy.

Then his eyes fell on the man lying on the cold metal bed, although he had undergone special treatment, he was still unrecognizable
Tan Hui's eyes darkened, and Qin Zhuo's face suddenly appeared in front of him.

To this day, she is not sure what role Song Xi played in her brother's death, but in the end, she must have done something to fuel the flames.

After all, Qin Zhuo used to be a member of the "secret door" of the Song family. From this point of view, no matter what difficulties Song Xi has, he still cannot escape the blame!
At least, Song Xi must have known about Qin Zhuo's existence, and never thought of saving him!

So for Tan Hui, Song Xi's fate today, in her eyes, actually "deserved it"!

Even that pitiful looking Ms. Song is equally worthy of suspicion.

Tan Hui can't, and can't believe her!

At this moment, the originally dark room suddenly turned on all the lights.

Qin Hui saw Mo Lan and Long Xiangbo walk into the room where Song Xi was parked.

Mo Lan stood in front of the metal bed, thinking about something, but in the next second, she suddenly looked out of the window, and instantly...
It fell to the place where Tan Hui was hiding.

Her expression was so deep and unrestrained, even if she didn't speak, she expressed her inner thoughts very clearly.

Qin Hui understood in a split second that Mo Lan was telling herself not to be too attached to the hatred in her heart, go forward and don't turn back easily.

Many things are actually worthy of being collected, even if it is hatred, it also has the value of being collected.

That value does not lie in how real the emotional value brought by the hatred is, nor does it have anything to do with how much action and catalytic effect this hatred will bring.

It is this hatred that makes us finally become grounded and real.

Live in this world truly and truly, and try your best to catch up with the instigator of this hatred.

The goal is clear, although the road is long and difficult.

Just like Mo Lan, she firmly holds the bottom line that cannot be compromised, puts hatred in the bottom of her heart, extracts the power from it, and becomes the catalyst for her to go to her own life.

In just a few years, things that ordinary people dare not even imagine have been realized.

It's no wonder Master Long is so obsessed with her!