Master Mo's beloved wife

Mo QingHan suddenly stopped, "I remember I told you to protect Qin Xiaolou well. Now something happened, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. mo." Li Li hung his head and said nothing.

Mo Qingleng snorted, "what's the use of saying sorry now? Now cheer me up immediately and get people back. If people can't get back, you don't have to come back. "

With that, he got into the car neatly.

Maybach, like a lightning bolt, disappeared at the end of the road.

According to the report of his subordinates, the last time I saw Qin Xiaolou was in the underground garage.

Mo QingHan stares at the monitoring screen inside the screen, clenches his hands into fists and hammers hard at the table.

"Mr. Mo, the license plate number has been traced. Now it's a factory in the suburbs."

Mo light cold calm face, immediately driving to the suburbs.

Two hours after the wedding of the century, the media outside covered the story of the bridegroom's runaway, and Mohist's share price fell to the bottom.

Everyone is secretly guessing, what is it that makes the president of Mohist repent in public?

When the wedding scene turned into a pot of porridge because there was no groom missing suddenly, Qin Xiaolou was lying on the bed of Mo QingHan's apartment. The medicine in his body had not been used, and he was still in a coma.

"Pa!"

The door of the apartment was forced open.

Ink light cold, a dust, cold face, slowly step into the cold apartment.

In the factory I went to before, there was only the abandoned van, but no one.

He went back to the villa.

The glass slag on the ground is very eye-catching, and there is a bottle of half drunk red wine on the table.

His pupils shrink, reflecting the dark color of pain. If something really happened to Qin Xiaolou, he

He should be happy, she finally got the end she should get, but why, the heart is only a deep pain?

"Ink light cold?" Qin Xiaolou woke up in a daze. When he walked out of the door, he saw the figure standing at the door in a daze.

"Why are you here?"

Ink light cold eyes in a joy, quickly in front of the people into the arms, a deep breath, full of the fragrance of her hair.

"You?" Qin Xiaolou didn't know, so he asked suspiciously, "what happened?"

Mo QingHan, who was still in ecstasy, suddenly froze in his face and pushed Qin Xiaolou away. His hands were like steel tightly around her shoulders.

He looked deeply at Qin Xiaolou in front of him. His voice was cold unconsciously. "Why are you here?"

"I don't know." Qin Xiaolou shook his head in confusion, "I only remember in the garage..."

Xiao Zhang stabbed her with a needle without hesitation, and the scene came back to her mind. Qin Xiaolou could not help shivering.

She will always remember the look in Xiao Zhang's eyes, with resentment and unwillingness, which makes people want to forget.

She didn't want to remember and shook her head in dismay.

All this fell in the eyes of Mo QingHan, but it changed the flavor. Her panic was nothing but silence after her guilty heart.

"And then you fainted and didn't remember anything, did you?"

Mo light cold said with a sneer, "Qin Xiaolou, how can I forget that you are a good actor."

"Mo QingHan, what do you mean?" Qin Xiaolou looks at Mo QingHan in confusion.

He approached abruptly and stared straight at Qin Xiaolou. His thin lips were as sharp as the tip of a knife

"Then tell me, why do people want to knock you unconscious, send you home, and then tell me that you have been kidnapped?"

"What Qin Xiaolou was surprised to open his eyes, "who told you that I was kidnapped? I was really... "

"Enough!" Mo QingHan mercilessly interrupted Qin Xiaolou, "Qin Xiaolou, don't you think your explanation is very clumsy?"

He approached Qin Xiaolou step by step. "If I had known that, I should have let you die in the hands of others, and I would never have seen more."

Qin Xiaolou stepped back with tears in her eyes. She shook her head desperately

"Mo QingHan, listen to my explanation, I really don't have it!"

"Put away your tears." Mo QingHan's big palm mercilessly pinches Qin Xiaolou's slender neck and slowly tightens it

"Sometimes I really want to strangle you in this way, save in front of me, always remind you to do those dirty things."

Qin Xiaolou's hand desperately broke the big palm of ink light cold, the air in his lungs was gradually consumed, and his eyes were filled with the pain of suffocation.

"You... Let go of... Me!" Broken words from her lips, mixed with tears.

According to the trend, Mo QingHan is really moving to strangle her heart.

He wanted to strangle her, but he strangled an ant. Why, even the ant, still wanted to live?

"Qin Xiaolou, if you die like this, maybe I will give you a decent job."

The cold lips of the ink brush her cheek, and the hot breath spits on her pale face

"Now, you don't deserve it!"

As the voice fell, she was thrown onto the big bed by him.

A burst of dizziness hit, she did not have time to respond, his body has been pressed up.

"Cough... Ink light cold, you... Cough... Do what!" Qin Xiaolou looks at Mo QingHan in horror.

"What do I do?" The ink is cold and thin, the lips are slightly crooked, and a smile of evil spirit is raised at the corner of the mouth

"What benefits did ye Junfei give you, so that you would not hesitate to risk your life and work for him like this?"

"What's the matter with ye Junfei? I haven't seen him at all Qin Xiaolou said uneasily.

"No?" Mo QingHan asked, "who is that? Who else told you to do that? Mr. Wang? Or president Li? "

"No! None of them

In the face of such humiliating questions, Qin Xiaolou's lips were white and full of bright red.

Mo QingHan suddenly pinches her mouth and smiles coldly

"At this time, I still won't give up the adulterer behind you. It seems that I'm really sincere."

"Well Qin Xiaolou was choked and could only stare at Mo QingHan angrily with his eyes.

"As I said, those who betray me will never come to a good end." He said lightly, but his eyes were cold.

What is she betraying him!

Qin Xiaolou listened to his words, and the tears in his eyes fell down the corner of his eyes.

She wanted to yell at him, "I didn't, the last person I could betray was him!"

But Mo QingHan didn't listen to her explanation at all, and her dark pupils were shining with evil luster.

A tear.

Her dress was torn in two mercilessly.

White skin exposed to the air, causing a faint shudder.

Ink cold slender fingers gently across her skin, cold fingertips contact warm skin, let her unconsciously back.

But his body was heavily pressed by him, unable to move.

"Do you want to escape at this time?" His ending rose slightly, with a cold sneer.