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All around the flooded road section, because of this hoarse low voice, become boiling up!

The huge stone oppressed the feeble hand full of mud and blood, which made people feel a sharp pain. The people around the stone also rushed to open the stone with their hands to rescue the dying man.

Half an hour's time, in the life and the God of death struggle between the soul stirring!

Three freight men, one dead and two injured.

In the sound of the first-aid team whistling, huge sadness, joy and fright enveloped this suffocating area. When the last person was dragged out of the mud, mu Yanchen clearly heard the creaking sound of his bones being completely frozen. After the rain, his handsome face turned pale and could hardly make use of it. Richel's face was frozen stiff. He frowned at mu Yanchen and called for him I want him to stop for a while. Otherwise, the freezing rain of this cold temperature in the deep winter will completely freeze the cold into the bone marrow, and the limit of human body is simply unbearable.

The sound of whistling in my ears was very clear.

The first-aid team members in orange police uniform ran by, and the crackling rain was more fierce and arrogant. Mu Yanchen's Scarlet eyes glanced at the dead body on the ground and turned to walk out in the background of chaos and noise.

On his face, the only thing left was the rain!

Richel yelled in the heavy rain to explain the situation to the emergency team, while looking at this side, he stopped the conversation in panic and ran to this side: "Chen! You're leaving, aren't you? Just leave it to me. This kind of thing shouldn't have been solved by you. I owe you a favor... "

"The key." Mu Yanchen eyes cold, bent over to open the door, stretched out his hand toward him.

Richel responds and takes out the key and hands it to him.

"Lend me your car." He said coldly, tightening the key and getting into the car.

He has kept her waiting long enough. We have to get back at once.

His fingers, which had been frozen white, stretched out for a moment, and made a terrible click. The veins on the back of his hand sprang up. He grasped the steering wheel and started his car. He drove madly down the mountain road. In the rearview mirror, Richel is still shouting at him worried, but he doesn't hear a word.

The dark sky, accompanied by the coming darkness, sank down.

Mu Yanchen touched the mobile phone that had just been left in the car, turned it on, pressed on the accelerator, and started to dial her phone at the place where there was a weak signal at last. After a long silence, he heard the slow "the user you dialed has turned off".

Mu Yanchen's face turned blue with cold, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He changed the number and dialed it out.

After a long beep, the phone was connected.

"What about her?" He asked in a cold voice, cold drops of water falling down the broken hair in front of his forehead.

"Mr. mu Miss Mu has gone home with your mother The man hesitated and replied respectfully.

A sharp stabbing pain cut through the heart, mu Yanchen stares at the road ahead and sneers wantonly at the corners of his lips!

The heart seemed to be hollowed out in an instant.

"What did I tell you? Protect her, no one can take her away What do I want you to do? " On the back of his hand, which had just been cut by a huge stone, bleeding under the warming, scarlet scarlet covered the back of his hand in horror.

Man's tongue is blocked!

His face was extremely embarrassed, and he explained with guilt: "I'm sorry, Mr. mu, but miss Mu took the initiative to go with his wife. Besides, it was your mother..."

"Bang!" A loud bang, the phone signal quickly "toot toot..." Cut it off.

The mobile phone was smashed into the car with fierce force! It broke apart in an instant, and the shell was splashed with debris. It was terrible to kill

A cold smile blooms on his lips. Leaning on the chair, he can imagine what Mo Ruqing would say to Lanxi. He clearly knew that it was his mother. He should not think of her so badly, should not be hostile, and should not regard her as a terrible and disgusting animal.

But it's just that what she wants to touch is what he loves.

So no.

Don't say it's your own mother No one can.

The cold air of winter rain seeps into his bones, which makes his bones ache. Mu Yanchen gathers the scarlet murderous spirit and heartache in his eyes. He sneers, grabs the steering wheel with his bloody hands and drives towards the hotel quickly!

***

the rain at the airport is misty, falling on the body like wet water mist, which does not affect the take-off process.

Lanxi sits quietly on the seat, water eyes raised, staring at a pair of lovers sitting on the opposite side of the corridor, helping each other sweep the rain on their bodies, fingers touching tightly, smiling sweet and bright.

Mo Ruqing gently turned over a page of the book, beauty eyes inadvertently raised, swept her one eye.Hook up the lip Cape, she smile: "Lan Xi is in love?"

Lan River trembles, water eyes flash a silk, look at her, tight pursed lips slightly white.

"Don't hide it from Aunt Mo," Mo Ruqing said softly, with a warm smile. "It's normal for you to talk about love at this age. It's OK to be a little bit thoughtful, but at least Don't distort your view of love. "

Turning the page of the finger stopped, Mo Ruqing looked at her: "it's not shameful to like, just don't feel that using love as a reason, you can do anything beyond the bottom line, especially for girls, how good is self-respect?"

She said and laughed, disdainful and helpless: "aunt Mo has a friend who works in the hospital. Every day, she sees those underage girls come to have an abortion. It's OK to do it for the first time. She has done so much. She doesn't know how to write shame. How ridiculous? Lanxi Your mother is not as like as two peas, but you are not in front of you. If your mother is still there, she will tell you exactly the same thing at your age. Though it is hard to hear, you should know that Mo is for you.

Lan Xi is stiff all over, pale little face does not know by what prick, pan a silk abnormal red.

if mom is as like as two peas, she will say the same thing.

Remind her to self-respect and self love, do not do shameful things.

Hands on the knee, clench, in the limit of breath is about to disappear, fingernails are about to pierce the skin of the palm.

Mo Ruqing looked at her quietly, and felt that her words had played a role. She raised eyebrows, as if a matter of mind had been put down. She continued to look at the book calmly. After a long time, she heard the people nearby calling her, "aunt Mo".

Mo Ruqing eyebrows and eyes jump! Look back at her.

Lanxi was sitting quietly on the seat, her eyes were clear and bright. Although her face was pale, she could show a trace of firmness. She held up her seat and asked, "aunt Mo, if one day you like someone, although you feel shameful, or worse than shame, but you still want to like it, what should you do?"

Mo Ruqing was shocked!

Her hands shaking as she held the pages of the book almost choked by the little girl's words!

Lan Xi's eyes showed a huge sadness, tears slowly filled up, with a trace of choking: "I'm not capricious, not ignorant It's just that sometimes, I have no way to... "

If you can't help yourself, what should she do?

A drop of boiling tears fell down, along the cheek to wipe out a bright water mark, Lan Xi took back his eyes, shoulder shaking violently, could not stop.

She used to think that those things she didn't want to face would be fine if she fled to Los Angeles, and she would not have to face them. But she forgot that she would come back eventually. She could not dream for too long and would wake up.

Mo Ruqing's heart is suddenly in a mess!

Hands trembling, face pan cold, flustered to close the book, did not expect to force the little girl to say such words!

Rubbing her eyebrows, she closed her eyes and burst into laughter.

"OK..." Mo Ruqing looked at her with a smile, "OK, don't cry. Look at you. Aunt Mo just talks to you and plays with you. What are you crying about? Aunt Mo didn't really blame you for not being sensible at home... "

Patting her on the back, Mo Ruqing smiles and shakes his head, and says to himself, "no wonder Yan Chen told me that you would be a little annoyed when you are around. Girls, it's really hard to be sentimental. What's more, Yan Chen has no patience with people No wonder he called me and asked me to take you back in advance

A drop of dignified tears fell down again, Lanxi shivered all over, and her eyes soaked with tears looked at her, which was full of incredible.

He would say to Mo Ruqing He thinks she's upset?

Mo Ruqing was stunned, as if he was aware that he had said something wrong. He threw his arms around her shoulder and said with a smile, "no, Yan Chen means Oh, it's nothing. Don't care too much. He's used to being cold. That's it. You can rest assured that he is not bothering you. He will still hurt you at home in the future. After all, he is a brother, isn't he? "

Lan Xi will definitely look at her, but the thorn in the heart seems to be pricked in, how to pull out can not be pulled out.

The plane began to take off. The buzzing sound was ringing in my ears. The stewardess came to urge her several times before she could recover from her drowsiness. There were still wet tears hanging around her eyes to fasten the seat belt. However, her brain was still buzzing with the roar of the plane.

In Mo Ruqing side to hear, about Mu Yanchen every word, are so cold thin harsh.

She didn't believe it.

She didn't believe a word.

Looking out of the window, the beautiful and prosperous Los Angeles is getting smaller and farther away from the cabin. Everything in Los Angeles is like a dream, but after waking up, it is more terrifying than before.

She suddenly remembered that in the elegant light of the hotel last night, his cold and struggling face suddenly had a cold war. I don't know why, just feel that with the take-off of the plane, all the warmth will be evacuated from the deepest place in her heart

The heart became cold, so cold that it finally began to feel sharp pain.***

such a large house of admiration seems like an isolated life.

Looking at Uncle Fu carrying her luggage and putting it in the living room, Lanxi was exposed to everyone's eyes. Lan Xi felt a stab in his heart and went to gently hold the handle of the suitcase: "Uncle Fu, can you put it upstairs for me?"

Uncle Fu was stunned and said with a smile, "OK, but miss, this seems to be the young master's suitcase. Should I put it in his room or in your room?"

When they left, in order to save space, they only took a large suitcase. At the beginning, Mo Ruqing's face was still slightly ugly, for fear that it would make the two people more unclear - even if they were brothers and sisters, who has ever seen a brother and sister of a family so intimate?

Lanxi's face turned white, and after a long time, he whispered: "I'm sorry Put it in my room. "

Before leaving, she left some clothes and necessities of muyanchen at the head of the bed, and now there is a shirt she once wore, which she put on after the bath. She didn't want to leave it for him and brought it back.

Mo Ruqing accompanied Mu Mingsheng and walked down from the upstairs with a smile.

"I heard you were ill?" When Mu Mingsheng saw her daughter, her old eyes showed a trace of concern and went to touch her forehead, "how about now? Still sick? "

Long lost father's love, the warmth of the rough palm let Lan Xi a Zheng, his face suddenly red.

“…… I'm much better. " She lowered her eyelashes and whispered.

Mu Mingsheng snorted coldly and took back his hand: "what did I say earlier? If you go there, you will only make trouble for Yan Chen. If you want to annoy him, you should call you personally. Aunt Mo will bring you back. What are you doing? "

Lanxi bit lip, drooping eyes do not make a sound, just in the heart tingling, there is a voice in the heart constantly murmuring resistance.

No.

It's not like that at all.

I don't know why everyone is lying to her, but she knows that it's not mu Yanchen who doesn't want her.

"I went up first." She said with a gentle sigh of relief, tired and uncomfortable.

"Oh, by the way, Ji's family has called you several times. Lan Xi, you can go back to it when you have time." Mo added.

"I see."

When he got upstairs, Lanxi couldn't wait. He took the phone out of his suitcase, charged it up, turned it on and waited for information. Sure enough, he received a lot of missed calls, all from "muyanchen".

Already exhausted to the extreme trance for a while, her pale face instantly warmed up, laughing, the corners of her eyes exuded warm tears.

Endure fatigue, she did not worry about jet lag, directly call back in the past.