Deep love, the president's strength favors his wife

Chapter 172

"Mom!" Lu Qingying screamed sadly, and tears welled up immediately.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Wake up, Mom, don't scare me"

Outside the door, Song Hanzhu and Lu Nanqing looked at each other when they saw this, and left quietly with a guilty conscience.

In the room, Lu Qingying hugged the fainted Wang Yurong, panicked, and after a long time, she suddenly thought of calling for help.

When choosing someone to call for help, she subconsciously avoided Chu Mohan and chose Gu Yiyang.

"Hey, brother Yiyang, where are you? My mother fainted, come quickly, woo woo."

"Don't panic, I'll be right there." Gu Yiyang quickly comforted her, grabbed the car keys and went out.

After Lu Nanqing and Song Hanzhu came out of Lu Qingying's house, they started complaining to each other.

"Mom, just say what you say, why did you beat her? If something really happened to her, my cousin would definitely not let us go." Lu Nanqing complained angrily.

"That's not your fault. If you didn't say that Lu Qingying bullied you and asked me to help you out, would I have come to this ghost place? Really, look at this alley, which is dark, dirty and small. You can't even drive in."

"I asked you to help vent my anger, but I didn't ask you to hit someone."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, I can't help but get angry when I see that bitch Wang Yurong."

"Mom, what should we do now?" Lu Nanqing's voice suddenly became quieter, she stopped in her tracks, staring at the tall figure hurriedly approaching at the entrance of the alley, trembling with fright.

"Why don't you go?" Song Hanzhu didn't recognize him for a while because Chu Mohan came from behind his back, she turned her head and gave Lu Nanqing a surprised look.

"Mom, my cousin is here." With a trembling voice, Lu Nanqing pointed to the cold figure who looked like a messenger.

Song Hanzhu turned her head and looked at Chu Mohan who was getting closer and closer. Her heart suddenly "thumped" and her face changed slightly. After she regained her composure, she pulled Lu Nanqing up and walked towards Chu Mohan pretending to be calm. .

"Oh, Mo Han, what a coincidence, I never expected to meet you in this kind of place." She laughed.

Chu Mohan's tall figure stood in front of them, exuding a terrifying aura. He stared at them sharply, and asked coldly, "What have you all done?"

"It's nothing, it's just a few more words." Seeing that she couldn't hide it, Song Hanzhu said lightly.

"Cousin, that Lu Qingying's mother passed out, go and have a look." Lu Nanqing hid behind Song Hanzhu, stretched out her head and said something quickly, then retracted again.

When Chu Mohan heard the words, his eyes froze, and he said, "Auntie, you'd better pray that Qingying's mother is okay, otherwise, it's useless for anyone to intercede."

After finishing speaking, he strode towards the building where Lu Qingying lived.

"Go, go, go and find your aunt." Only then did Song Hanzhu realize that he had caused a catastrophe.

"But my aunt is in England."

"What? Your aunt is in England? What should I do then? Even if she is asked to come back now, she will arrive in more than ten hours. Look at Mo Han's appearance just now, as if she is going to eat people."

"Mom, why don't we fly to England?"

"Yes, Nan Qing, you are finally smart for a while."

"What do you mean? Do you mean I'm usually stupid?"

"No, let's go, let's go and book a ticket."

When Chu Mohan went to Lu Qingying's house, he saw shards of glass all over the floor, and Lu Qingying was sitting on the sofa hugging Wang Yurong and weeping worriedly. He couldn't help frowning, and anger flashed in his eyes. It seems that the situation is more serious than he imagined.

(End of this chapter)