Master Mo's beloved wife

Li Wenhao helped to put the dishes on the table.

"There's another soup. It'll be ready in a minute." Qin Xiaolou looks at Li Wenhao sitting at the dining table with a smile.

Li Wenhao stares at her busy figure, thinking deeply.

"All right, tomato and egg soup."

Qin Xiaolou brought up the soup, untied his apron, sat down at the table and said with embarrassment:

"I only know how to make home cooked dishes. Don't give up."

Li Wenhao smiles a little and takes a taste of the chopsticks. His brows stretch out

"Xiaolou, I didn't expect you to be so skilled."

"Is it delicious?" Qin Xiaolou laughed: "then you can eat more."

"You're such a wonderful girl." Li Wenhao praised from the bottom of his heart

"If anyone marries you, it's a blessing."

Qin Xiaolou smile, smile hidden bitter.

Marry her? Who will marry her?

Ink light cold mouth cheap woman.

Qin Xiaolou suddenly remembered the old man's dry fingers touching her body. She leaned against the table and retched.

"Xiaolou, you..."

"It doesn't matter. I haven't eaten for a long time. I'm hungry..." Qin Xiaolou said perfunctorily.

Li Wenhao thought of the situation on the operating table. Her clothes were cut like that, and no one would feel better.

"Xiaolou, when there is a crack in life, the sun will shine in. Everything will pass."

Li Wenhao's eyes were firm and warm.

"Thank you." Qin Xiaolou nodded and was moved.

After dinner, before going to bed.

"Why did the Mo family kill you? Do you have any plans next? " Li Wenhao is very concerned about her.

Qin Xiaolou was silent. She didn't know what to say.

She felt that she should prove her innocence. She was lying on the operating table, and what she wanted to tell Mo QingHan was that she had never harmed Mo XiuXiu.

"Go to find Mo QingHan."

"You don't want to dream." Li Wenhao frowned

"Mohist people want you to die. Don't you want to die now? Don't you investigate the cause of your parents' death? "

"He won't..." Qin Xiaolou lost his mind

"Mo QingHan won't do that. I want to make it clear to him. I want to tell him that Mo Xiu is the most hateful scholar!"

"Is he worthy of your trust?"

Li Wenhao looked at her so stubborn to believe in another man, inexplicably some suffering.

"As long as I get the evidence, Mo QingHan will never touch me. At least he is very honest..."

She knows the man she loves.

Her heart was bitter. She couldn't say the last sentence. No matter how much she was hurt, she would not move him out of her heart.

"If you need my help, you can come to me." Li Wenhao sighed in his heart.

"Thank you."

"Well, don't be so polite with me." Li Wenhao looked at her gently.

"I can't seem to do anything but thank you." Qin Xiaolou rubbed his hands with some regret.

"Rest early, silly girl."

Qin Xiaolou lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. Looking at the moonlight outside, he seemed to be in darkness.

Night, always can enlarge the loneliness infinitely.

Is mo QingHan looking for her?

She thought over and over again, what kind of reaction will Mo QingHan find her missing?

Do you think she's gone?

Qin Xiaolou thought about it and couldn't guess his reaction.

Maybe he doesn't care at all?

Maybe he cares for Mo XiuXiu and her heart.

Why does Mo QingHan worry about her? Why would you look for her?

The person Mo QingHan hates most is her. I wish I could never see her. She's missing. I'm afraid it's in his heart.

Qin Xiaolou thought, with a bitter smile. I don't know how long later, she went to sleep in a daze

Late at night, Mo QingHan is still sleepless. There are no pedestrians on the street, but he still drives aimlessly in the street.

The cell phone rings.

"Young master, the doctors who sell human organs are in our hands now."

"I'll be right there." After hanging up, Mo QingHan stepped on the accelerator.

The car roared and disappeared into the night.

A damp basement.

The old man knelt on the ground with blood all over his face, and there were several bodyguards in black on the side.

Mo QingHan pushes the door in.

"Young master!"

He slightly frowned, sharp eyes fell on the figure kneeling.

"Bang!"

He didn't open his mouth and kicked the old man to the ground.

"Poof!"

The old man couldn't bear it. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was lying on his back with scars all over his face. It seemed that he had suffered a lot before the arrival of Mo QingHan.

He showed his old face. He was an old man who spat filthy words at Qin Xiaolou's mouth in the operating room!

"Young master, his name is Lao Chen. He's already recruited just now. He did kidnap Miss Qin and planned to take the heart alive.

But he was reported. Because he was busy running away, he left Miss Qin in the operating room. "

Ink light cold long a breath, she is OK.

Then he screwed up his eyebrows and glanced at old Chen, his thin lips slightly pursed: "which hand did you touch her?"

Lao Chen has been in a semi coma state and has not responded for a long time.

The black bodyguards on the side all carried a basin of salt water and poured it on him.

"Ah

Old Chen howled like a pig.

"Say, which hand touched her!" Ink light cold reprimand.

Mr. Chen did not dare to move. He raised his hand and kowtowed

"Please forgive me, master mo. I didn't know she was yours. I will never..."

At this point, how could he still not understand that this time he was hit by a hard stubble.

Ink light cold indifferently looking at him, the cold light in the hand flashed.

Old Chen changed the tone of the scream resounded through the whole dungeon, sharp let a person feel seeping flustered.

There was a bright red mark on the floor.

"Master Mo, please forgive me..."

Old Chen held his hand and didn't care about the pain. He just kept kowtowing to save his life.

The people on the side didn't even change their faces. They were obviously used to it.

"Drag on, I don't want to see him die." Mo QingHan orders coldly.

Old Chen was relieved. Did he finally save his life?

Those people in black have pity in their eyes. Those who don't want to die are not as good as death.

……

Qin Xiaolou woke up before dawn and opened his eyes to wait for the sun to break.

She looked at her cell phone and it was in her early sixties.

When she went out, she was reluctant to look back at the living room.

Thank you, Li Wenhao. Although this place is strange, it's very peaceful.

But she's going to prove herself. She can't stay.

She knew that no one would help her except herself.

Mo XiuXiu, I must let you show your true colors!

Qin Xiaolou is on the way to the hospital, thinking about this sentence repeatedly.