Master Mo's beloved wife

At the moment, a flower crazy girl rushed up regardless of everything.

Qin Xiaolou looked at him, his eyes couldn't help showing love, subconsciously went forward, but was pushed by the people behind him.

She fell to the ground before she could hold anything.

On the other side, Mo QingHan has been surrounded by people and goes forward. It's hard for her to see his back.

"Ink light cold!"

Qin Xiaolou was unwilling to shout, but was drowned by the screaming crowd.

She can only watch him, disappear in their own field of vision, her heart a burst of loss, ink light cold eyes never have her.

She fell flat on the ground.

The scream in her ear was louder. A pair of shiny shoes appeared in front of her, as if they could reflect her face. She was stunned.

"Get up."

Men's voice is always low, it seems that some dislike, but also with a bit cold.

Qin Xiaolou shivered all over. He looked up and saw his deep eyes.

All his emotions are hidden in them, so that people can not see the clue.

She can't help looking down, he is always a hand-made suit pressed, fit the perfect figure, people can't move their eyes.

His outstretched hands are well-defined, and his fingers are slender, just like those polished by God, with smooth flowing cuffs.

This is her brother QingHan!

The corner of Qin Xiaolou's eye is astringent. He looks at his dirty hands and hides humbly.

"I won't say the second time." The eyebrows of Mo QingHan wrinkled to one place.

At this time, Li Wenhao stepped forward and helped Qin Xiaolou up behind him: "Mo QingHan, don't go too far!"

Looking at Li Wenhao's straight back, Qin Xiaolou was moved.

Mo QingHan looked at Li Wenhao, his face slightly cold

"I said where you can go. Qin Xiaolou, you are good at it, aren't you?"

Qin Xiaolou turned pale and shook his head

"I didn't, brother QingHan. You misunderstood me. I just..."

Mo QingHan sneered. Without waiting for her to finish, he raised his hand to pull her, and his lips almost touched her ears

"I've found my family so soon, Qin Xiaolou. You're so cheap!"

He said, quickly pushed her away, as if he met something disgusting.

"Brother QingHan..." Qin Xiaolou was in tears.

"Don't call me brother, I'm sick!"

Ink light cold thin lips spit out words, like a sharp blade, again and again cut her heart!

"I really didn't..." Qin Xiaolou pulled his sleeve: "brother QingHan, you believe me."

"I believe you? What evidence do you have? " Mo QingHan pushes her hand away and makes fun of her eyes.

Qin Xiaolou was surprised. Yes, she has evidence!

She quickly took out her mobile phone and looked at Mo QingHan with hope in her eyes

"I recorded it. It's a conversation between Mo XiuXiu and me. She has admitted that she wants to kill me!

Brother QingHan, can you listen to me? Mo Xiu is a vicious woman. Please believe me

Mo QingHan's eyes fell on her hand. Her white and tender hand didn't know what she had experienced. It was full of dirt and bloodstains, which was shocking!

Mo QingHan raised his hand and reached for the mobile phone. When he was about to touch it, he suddenly threw it.

"PATA!"

The cell phone is far away.

"Qin Xiaolou, at this point, you are still delusional of wronging XiuXiu!"

"Light cold elder brother..." Qin Xiaolou exclaimed and rushed towards the direction of mobile phone falling.

"I love ink light cold!"

"Go away, he's mine!"

The chaotic crowd suddenly became noisy. They didn't understand what happened, but they all began to snatch the mobile phone.

Qin Xiaolou rushed into the crowd regardless of everything and fought with those people.

This is something that can prove her innocence. How can Mo QingHan do this!

"Young master, miss XiuXiu is in hospital again!" Someone came to report.

"Let's go!"

Mo QingHan turns around without hesitation.

The assistant quickly followed up to remind: "young master, don't you take Miss Qin with you? You spent the night looking for her yesterday

"It's ok if she's not dead. Let people follow her, as long as she's alive."

"Yes." The assistant agreed, gave an order, and followed him to the hospital.

"Xiaolou!" Li Wenhao couldn't bear to look at Qin Xiaolou

"Don't rob, Mo QingHan has left!"

Qin Xiaolou seems not to hear the general, eyes staring at the phone, crazy want to fight.

The noisy crowd saw that Mo QingHan left, and then followed closely.

Qin Xiaolou rushed to the mobile phone on the ground.

I don't know whose foot suddenly came and kicked the mobile phone further.

Qin Xiaolou wanted to rob her, but the crowd was like a tide, almost tearing her to pieces.

"Don't..."

Qin Xiaolou watched helplessly as his mobile phone was crushed to pieces by several feet.

She rushed up with all her life, trying to protect the mobile phone with her body!

"Qin Xiaolou, you don't want to die!"

Li Wenhao grabbed her with quick eyes and hands

"Mo QingHan has gone. He doesn't want to believe you at all. Don't struggle in vain any more!"

After the crowd, Qin Xiaolou couldn't find the shadow of his mobile phone.

"No, you don't understand him!" Qin Xiaolou screamed wildly

"Don't touch me. You are just an outsider. How can you understand our feelings?"

"If he loves you, will he make you suffer like this?" Li Wenhao took her hand and looked at the scar on her hand

"Qin Xiaolou, wake up and see what you have become!"

"You don't understand. Don't say it!"

Qin Xiaolou covered his face with two hands, whimpered and let the blood and dirt on his hands rub against his face.

Li Wenhao is distressed and helpless.

In the ward.

Mo XiuXiu sat on the bed and looked at the door of the ward from time to time.

"Why hasn't brother QingHan come yet? Did he send someone?"

"People are long gone." The servant quickly comforted: "don't worry, miss. The young master may be here soon."

"Qin Xiaolou, that bitch, why are you so shameless? Unexpectedly, he is pestering brother QingHan

Mo XiuXiu cursed with resentment. Her eyes were all full of jealousy. She raised her hand and fell the vase on the bedside table.

"Don't be angry, miss!" The servant was scared: "your hand, I'll call the doctor..."

Mo XiuXiu is a treasure of Mohist school. There should be no mistakes.

"Get out of here, you don't care!"

Mo XiuXiu waved her hand angrily. The blood on her hand made her face paler.

"What's a good temper?"

Mo QingHan walked into the ward with a self satisfied look, but when he saw the bright red on Mo XiuXiu's hand, his look changed a little

"How did you break your hand?"