Master Mo's beloved wife

In fact, it's unnecessary. Mo QingHan must hate her to the extreme at this time.

"Thank you, Miss Tong. I'm fine." Qin Xiaolou holds up a smile and blocks Tong Weiwei's hand.

"You're fine." With that, she looked at Mo QingHan with complaint, "I know my assistant is not comfortable, do you still leave her here?"

"Since Wei Wei said, you go up first." Mo QingHan finally spoke, but her eyes didn't fall on her.

Qin Xiaolou bowed his head and hurried to the front. His lips closed tightly, not letting a trace of grievance out.

If he had her in his eyes, how could he not see her in such a bad situation?

She didn't care, didn't care, so she didn't enter his eyes.

In the evening, Tong Weiwei accompanied Mo QingHan to attend the reception. Handsome men and beautiful women snatched most people's attention as soon as they appeared.

Qin Xiaolou followed him, his eyes fell on Mo QingHan's back, and his mouth flashed a touch of bitterness.

He is always the focus of the crowd, and the one standing beside him should be a princess like Tong Weiwei.

No matter body or appearance, status or knowledge, it is a height that ordinary people can't reach even if they work hard for a lifetime.

But she, it's easy to do, let people want to hate, can't hate.

Surrounded by crowds, all of them want to get in touch with Mohism.

Qin Xiaolou had already been pushed out of the crowd when he reacted. Mo QingHan and Tong Weiwei were heavily surrounded. They couldn't even see their back.

She pinched the palm of her hand, and Tong Weiwei's words rang in her ears

Tonight is her only chance, get Eastern Europe 4G plan, don't let small photos will be leaked!

While everything can be recovered, let her stop it.

Qin Xiaolou sits in the corner.

"Beauty, would you like a drink?" A rich man came up to her with a glass of wine.

Qin Xiaolou smiles and shakes his head to show his refusal.

"It's just a glass of wine, beauty. Give me face." The man lightly put his hand on her shoulder and raised his glass to her mouth.

Shouldn't this kind of wine be a beauty like Tong Weiwei? She doesn't fit!

Qin Xiaolou pushes away the cup in front of him.

"PATA!"

The cup smashed on the polished floor and broke to pieces.

Fortunately, it's a corner and nobody's looking.

The man's face became ugly and raised his hand angrily to Fan Qin Xiaolou.

The hand was suddenly held in the air by one hand.

"Ye! Mr. Ye

The man's arrogant eyes suddenly went out, and he looked at ye Junfei obsequiously

"What can I do for you?"

"Go away!" Ye Junfei coldly released his hand and pushed away the man in front of him.

The man was obviously aware of the current situation. After standing firm, he couldn't hold his face and glared at Qin Xiaolou.

"Cut, what is it? It's average in appearance. It's very big." The man swearing away, his eyes flashed a few silk disdain.

That's what she deserves in everyone's eyes.

Being trampled on by all people, without dignity, without respect, is just a person who comes at once.

Qin Xiaolou looked at the distance without expression, and did not show the slightest angry look.

"Xiaolou?" Ye Junfei held out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

"I'm fine." Qin Xiaolou's mouth suddenly rose and looked at ye Junfei with a smile, "thank you for saving me again."

"You're fine."

Ye Junfei choked by her smile and wanted to say something. At last, he just turned into a long sigh and dissipated in the lively banquet.

"You

Qin Xiaolou exclaimed, looking at ye Junfei who suddenly hugged her.

"Xiaolou, don't take everything by yourself. You can say it. I will be your most solid support."

Ye Junfei said slowly in her ear, sincere and sincere.

It's just a simple sentence, but it makes Qin Xiaolou red.

She quickly adjusted her mood, said with a smile, "ye Junfei, I can bear anything, but thank you."

The light is bright, but not as good as her smile.

In the distance, Mo QingHan's eyes quickly skimmed her corner, slightly stagnated.

He is still worried about whether she can deal with it. Now it seems that he thinks too much.

"Light cold? What's the matter with you? "

Tong Weiwei handed a glass of wine in the past, along his line of sight to see, eye color a sink, flashed a trace of displeasure.

"Nothing." Ink light cold end wine cup, drink.

"You don't look well. Let's go back first." Tong Weiwei grabs Mo QingHan's hand and says anxiously.

Mo QingHan suddenly stroked his forehead and nodded.

Qin Xiaolou is sitting alone in the corner. She sees Tong Weiwei holding Mo QingHan to go outside. He is already a little unsteady. His deep eyes are slightly closed. He is obviously drunk.

She followed in a hurry.

"Xiaolou, you'll be responsible for sending ink later. He's drunk." Tong Weiwei looks at her meaningfully.

"How could you drink so much?" Qin Xiaolou frowned anxiously.

"Qin Xiaolou, remember your identity, what to ask and what not to ask." Tong Weiwei sneers.

Outside the hotel, the cold wind blows.

Blowing away the hesitation on Qin Xiaolou's face.

She calmly looked at the drunken Mo QingHan in front of her and helped him to the car.

On the other side.

Mo XiuXiu is holding a mobile phone. A strange male voice comes from the other end of the phone.

"The woman is at the door of the hotel, isn't she?"

"Do it. Remember to kill her for me. I'll give you 200000 more when it's done." Mo XiuXiu's voice is very cold, cold like a piece of ice.

"You said that."

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

In the dark, a pair of crazy eyes staring at the people in front of them, stepped up the accelerator, and a successful smile flashed in their eyes.

On the road, Qin Xiaolou holds Mo QingHan and raises his eyes. A car is coming from here.

Her pupils contracted, and there was a flash of panic in her eyes.

If the car bumps over like this, then she and Mo light cold affirmation all can't escape.

She took a look at the ink light cold beside her. Her handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Her drunken appearance was less sharp and more childish.

Compared with his aggressive appearance, he is so cute now.

At the critical moment, she instinctively pushed away the ink light cold in front of her eyes.

"Bang!"

The huge impact came to her like an avalanche.

The whole person is like a broken butterfly.

It flew out into the distance.

Black, all black, those malicious black surrounded her, almost suffocating her.

Tong Weiwei looks at this scene with her eyes open. She is so surprised that she can't say a word. She goes forward to check the injury of Mo QingHan.

When the accident vehicle saw that the goal had been achieved, he raised a malicious smile and turned around neatly.