Master Mo's beloved wife

The car whistled past, threw off two water curtains and poured all over Qin Xiaolou.

She looked disappointedly at the passing cars and went on.

Piercing cold from the skin slowly infiltrated into the bone marrow, so that she unconsciously hit a shiver.

Behind him, Mo QingHan looked thoughtfully through the rearview mirror and saw the familiar figure looming in the heavy rain.

He got out of the car and ran in her direction with an umbrella.

The black surface insulates her from the heavy rain outside, creating a small space for her.

She turned in disbelief and looked at the man in surprise!

Eyes because of surprise and burst out a bright light, like the stars in the sky!

"Brother QingHan!"

Regardless of anything, she went up and hugged Mo QingHan's waist tightly, buried her bloodless face tightly in his chest, and said stiffly:

"I know you'll come and save me."

Mo QingHan was stiff all over. He looked at the person in his arms with a complicated look. His hair was soaked in the rain and he stuck it on his face. His lips were almost pale and dark blue.

However, the eyes were surprisingly bright, bright to his heart.

For a long time, his hand, which was stiff in the air, was slowly put down and held her tightly

"Are you crazy?"

Shao Qing, Mo QingHan pushes Qin Xiaolou away, and what he says is a scold.

"I didn't mean to." Qin Xiaolou's smile froze in the corner of his mouth, and his surprise turned into grievance

"I didn't catch the bus, and then I missed the bus. It's raining so hard. If I can't catch it tomorrow..."

She hung her head and shivered in the rain.

Because she's afraid that she won't be able to work tomorrow, she's already gone to the warehouse now. Is it difficult for her to stop working when the company leaves?

"Why don't you turn on your cell phone?"

The ink light cold eased the facial expression, the Mou son unexpectedly warmed up, but the voice was still serious cold.

"My cell phone is dead." Qin Xiaolou wrongly looked at Mo QingHan, and raised the mobile phone without electricity.

Mo QingHan choked on his throat and didn't know what to say. He had to hold Qin Xiaolou and say it in a deep voice.

"Get in the car first."

A steady stream of temperature from his palm, to her skin, warm, as if through the blood into the viscera.

Qin Xiaolou looks up slightly and looks at Mo QingHan's angular face. Her eyes are suddenly sour, which makes her want to shed tears.

The air conditioner in the car is very high.

"Wipe it."

Mo QingHan throws the towel to Qin Xiaolou and wipes his face with the towel in one hand.

Qin Xiaolou noticed that Mo QingHan's clothes were almost all wet like hers. Just now, he tilted almost all his umbrellas to her.

"Thank you." Qin Xiaolou looked at Mo QingHan with pale lips and gratitude.

"Thank you for what I'm doing. I'm just afraid that tomorrow's headline newspaper will be that Mohist employees will be on the streets and let outsiders think that we Mohist abuse our employees."

Ink light cold thin lips, such as a knife, merciless.

"I'm sorry. I'm the one who caused you trouble."

Qin Xiaolou droops his head, and Yu Guangli looks at Mo QingHan quietly. He doesn't have much expression. He is not happy or angry.

"Qin Xiaolou, why can't you catch the bus?" Mo QingHan asked.

"I..." Qin Xiaolou looked up at Mo QingHan quietly, and finally said: "I went to get an important thing."

"Have you got it?" His thin lips curved with derision.

Qin Xiaolou shook his head. "I didn't find it..."

"But you are so embarrassed. Qin Xiaolou, who has been an assistant for so long, is far worse than Bai Anna."

Ink light cold finish saying, the air fell into silence.

Qin Xiaolou sat on the seat, his hand suddenly clenched the clothes on his trousers, and his eyes couldn't hide the injury.

He knew that Bai Anna was her mortal enemy, but he still said so, which showed that he was disappointed in her.

"Qin Xiaolou, have you ever thought about why you can't get freedom?"

She stares at Mo QingHan.

"Not because you don't have it, but because you don't deserve it!"

He turned his eyes and looked deeply at the silent Qin Xiaolou on the seat. He said mercilessly.

"You are only worthy to be a slave of Mohist School and a mole ant at the bottom of Mohist school!

Qin Xiaolou, I don't even have to do it. You are so embarrassed that you can't bear to live. It's the best memorial to Xiaoxian. "

His words are sharp as a blade, mercilessly poke into her softest chest, but do not pull out, slowly turning inside the circle, let her have been pain, pain a hundred times, a thousand times!

"It's my wishful thinking." Qin Xiaolou smiles

"Thank you for today, I'm just a mole ant, and I'll have power you can't imagine."

Will also let you regret at the beginning!

Her smile is very pale, like a flower in full bloom, extremely brilliant, but with a taste of dusk.

His heart suddenly hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

That kind of smile was really a hindrance to his eyes, which made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

"Qin Xiaolou, I told you that your means are very clumsy in front of my eyes."

Ink light cold quickly don't go too far, trying to ignore the heart of the unbearable.

"Yes, no matter how clever you are, how can you be so clever? Everyone is the pawn in your hand, in your firm control. "

Qin Xiaolou said sarcastically, with a trace of bitterness in his mouth.

"It's just for the benefit of the company. How can you fall in love with me, Qin Xiaolou Mo light cold said with a smile.

"So what? Mo QingHan, even if I'm blind, I should have found out that you're not my brother QingHan, never!"

Qin Xiaolou pinched the palm of his hand, a wet sweat.

"I've never been, and you are just a slave of mine. I'll come as soon as I wave and call. What's the right to say yes or no?"

Ink light cold face does not change color, words are very fickle.

Outside the window, the rain was loud, and his voice was drowned in the roar of the sky.

But she always remembered that it was such a night, colder than a rainy night, and that was his words.

She shivered lips, angrily looking at the ink light cold, want to say what, finally swallow down.

In the rain curtain, the black Maybach broke through the heavy rain and fog, looming in the heavy rain.

"Sneeze!"

Qin Xiaolou couldn't help sneezing, which dispelled the silence factor in the air.

Mo QingHan frowned and said, "why don't you stay in the resort for one night?"

"Actually, I just hit the car, but it stalled in the middle of it."

Qin Xiaolou lowered his head and said bitterly that, after all, it was still God who didn't make the best of it.

Halfway through, the car suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Asked Qin Xiaolou.

Ink light cold calm brow, try to start again, but still can't.

"It's not going out, is it?" Qin Xiaolou asked an unknown question.