Master Mo's beloved wife

Qin Xiaolou struggled, but the rope was very firm.

Maybe it was the old man who tied her up for several layers. She couldn't get rid of it completely.

Well, Mo QingHan, since my heart is what you want, here you are.

It's just a heart. Anyway, the heart is on her. It's also him!

Humble heart, out of measure heart, take away!

"Something's wrong!" All of a sudden, there was a lot of noise outside.

A meal in the hands of the old man.

"The police are coming. Run!"

"True or false?" He turned his head and looked at the man who had rushed in.

"Hurry up, the news is very certain, we have been reported, the police are almost there!"

The visitors were particularly flustered.

Qin Xiaolou saw that people around him were in a panic. Lao Chen dropped his scalpel, turned around and ran out. Money and freedom, he knew what was more important.

"What about this man?"

"Who cares about that now?" The old man looked sick. I didn't expect that he was the fastest.

After a while, in the dark basement, only Qin Xiaolou was firmly tied to the operating table.

There was silence, and she even had an illusion that she seemed to be dead.

In fact, some people are more painful to live than to die.

Qin Xiaolou pinches his palm to feel the pain and feel that he is still alive.

She still has a lot of things to do, she can't just die!

"Xiaolou!"

Li Wenhao came in sweating. He didn't have the usual appearance of gentle and handsome.

His nervous look fell into Qin Xiaolou's eyes, which moved her. I'm afraid he is the only one who cares about himself in the world, isn't he?

"Are you ok?"

Li Wenhao busily untied her, full of guilt: "sorry, it's too late for me to remind you!"

"It's not your fault."

Qin Xiaolou got off the operating table numbly, and the old man's words echoed in her ears.

Li Wenhao has nothing to do with this. She can avoid this time. Can she avoid next time?

Li Wenhao wanted to comfort her, but he didn't say anything after all.

Qin Xiaolou wiped away her tears and forced her face to smile: "I'm ok."

"Let's go first." Li Wenhao took off his coat and put it on her.

It's sunny outside, people come and go, everyone is in a hurry.

Qin Xiaolou felt as if he had been in hell for a while, and then he came back to the world. Everything seemed like a dream.

She pulled the corners of her mouth, but some can't laugh out, the rest of her life?

She felt that she had died on the operating table, and her grief was greater than her heart.

Mohist, she can't go back.

"Xiaolou, if you don't dislike it, you can live with me first." Li Wenhao saw through her mind.

"Thank you, Wenhao."

Qin Xiaolou doesn't know how to express her gratitude. She has been holding a bag for many years. She is really in a dilemma

"But I don't live for nothing. I can help you clean and do housework."

She said and dropped her head.

She thought it would be better, but then she felt more embarrassed.

Li Wenhao looked at her lovingly. She was always like this. No matter when, she never forgot to be strong.

"Good." He tenderly agreed.

In fact, he wanted to say that he didn't need it, but he knew it was Qin Xiaolou's last stubbornness

It's getting dark, Mohist.

The car lights broke through the night and stopped in the yard.

Someone came forward and opened the door.

Mo QingHan stretched out his long legs and stepped out.

"Young master, I've sent someone to look for it, but I haven't found Miss Qin."

"All over the place?"

"Yes, I've searched all the places Miss Qin often goes to."

"Then keep looking!"

Mo QingHan's face was worried and agitated that he didn't realize.

He walked into the room, dusty and slightly tired, but his eyes were still sharp.

"Light cold, why did you come back suddenly?" Mo Mu felt guilty when she saw him.

"Qin Xiaolou is missing."

Mo Mu's face was a little unnatural: "missing? How is that possible? I guess I've been fooling around with another man! "

Mo light cold complexion slightly heavy: "Mom, I said you don't do illegal things!"

"When did I break the law?" Mo Mu's voice became louder: "what's wrong with that cheap girl, you can come to me? Light cold, I am your mother

"Ma." Mo QingHan rubbed the temple a little tired

"What you care about most is XiuXiu's body. Now that Qin Xiaolou is missing, since you don't worry about your heart at all, it shows that you know about it."

He spoke slowly, but like a sharp sword, he tore apart Mo Mu's not very clever disguise.

"So what if I know? Her heart is supposed to be pretty! "

Although Mo's mother was a little deterred by her son's powerful aura, she was still upright.

"But have you ever thought that if you let XiuXiu live, she will have a heart of sin. Do you think she will live comfortably?"

Mo QingHan said in a soft voice

"I'm sure I can make her give me her heart willingly. Even for XiuXiu, you should give in."

Mo's mother looked at him. Although the child was born to her, she never knew him.

He was so thoughtful when he was a child that she could never see what he thought.

Silent for a moment, Mo mother finally subdued: "I don't know."

She gritted her teeth.

Those people took her money and haven't called yet.

Qin Xiaolou how, she does not care, but her heart is very important, that is the life of Mo XiuXiu.

Mo light cold deeply looked at his mother, determined that she was telling the truth, then suddenly got up, turned and walked out of the house.

"QingHan, where are you going so late?"

"Find someone." Mo light cold tone cold strong, can not be refuted.

Mo's face was full of twisted hatred

"Cheap girl, if you dare to come back, I won't kill you!"

After the car in the yard started, the sound of stepping on the accelerator roared. The car flashed past the gate of the yard and flew out.

Mo QingHan knows his mother. He holds the steering wheel tightly and looks sharp.

In the dark, the long car body glides on the road, and the ink light and cold eyes sweep every pedestrian's figure.

He made a phone call distracted.

"I'm sorry, young master. We've looked for all the places we can find. The underground organ trafficking organization has been sealed up by the police, but we still haven't seen Miss."

Ink light cold look a cold, a hand heavily hit on the steering wheel, Qin Xiaolou can't have an accident!

"I never raise waste people. Since I can't find them, don't come back to see me!"

Hang up the phone, he spit out a foul air, continue to slowly drive the car forward.

At the same time, in the center of a warm house.

Qin Xiaolou, wearing an apron, is busy in the kitchen.