Mo Chunshan quietly ordered: "Let's go, there is still business to do." ”

The boss spoke, and Meng Qianyang had no choice but to drive away.

When the car disappeared at the gate of the hospital, Lu Hanzhang took He Wan'er's arm and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you do well before? Did you offend him?"

She asked three questions in a row, but He Wan'er didn't raise her eyelids, and said to herself: "Let's go, let's go home." ”

When He Guaner and the others were catching a train from the subway station 300 meters from the entrance of the hospital, they happened to meet Mo Chunshan and Mo Chunshan, who turned around and came back to the city center.

Meng Qianyang's eyes were sharp, and he pointed to the entrance of the subway: "Boss, look!"

Mo Chunshan followed the sound and saw two figures in the crowd, one black and one gray.

They didn't see the car, especially He Wan'er, who stared straight ahead with blank eyes, looking in a trance. If it weren't for Lu Hanzhang pulling it, I was afraid that he would roll down the stairs.

He shook his head and smiled—he had said everything that needed to be said, and whether she wanted to figure it out or not depended on how much time it would take.

He retracted his gaze, and was just about to tell Meng Qianyang to avoid the easiest part of the road in the city center, when suddenly his attention was attracted by a car.

It was a black Passat, driving in the opposite direction from his car.

This is the most ordinary car, and you can see it everywhere in the streets. It's just that this car is a little bit special.

On the front windshield of this car, there are two less obvious cracks, one on the upper right and one on the lower left, both the size of a one-dollar coin, which looks symmetrical.

Judging by the size and shape of the crack, it should have been smashed by small stones flying on the road while the car was driving at high speed.

Moreover, this car seems to have been seen somewhere-Mo Chunshan frowned, thought for less than a second, and then remembered that he had seen a car with the same characteristics in the parking lot of the funeral home before.

It's just that the license plate number of that car is not the same as the one he just saw.

He frowned slightly, and a slight sense of annoyance welled up in his heart.

Something seems to be wrong.

In just a few seconds, the car that made him feel that something was wrong had already driven by, and Mo Chunshan just wanted to turn around to confirm whether he had misremembered the license plate number, when the mobile phone rang.

Mo Chunshan picked up the phone - it was Caijia, asked where they were, and said after asking, if you want to have dinner with Miss He, Mr. Mo, Zheng Hongzhou doesn't have to worry about it, she can handle it.

Mo Chunshan laughed and told Caijia to wait, he and Meng Qianyang would arrive soon.

Listening to Caijia's voice, he was a little disappointed.

Mo Chunshan hung up the phone and looked at Meng Qianyang, who was driving in the front row.

This kid, pretending not to care about concentrating on driving, actually listened to him and Caijia on the phone all the time.

Thinking of the incident between Meng Qianyang and Caijia, Mo Chunshan secretly sighed for a while, and forgot about it for the time being, with a faint uneasiness in his heart just now.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, He Guan Erlu Hanzhang, who had returned to the center of the inner ring from the western suburbs of the city, was exhausted.

went upstairs and entered the house, He Waner rubbed his temples while looking for painkillers all over the room.

Lack of sleep and hours of cold wind in the wee hours of the morning gave her headaches from time to time.

It seemed to be much better after sleeping before, but since Mo Chunshan told her about the money laundering theory, her unangry head began to behave again, and the pain made her want to faint immediately.

It really made her think.

She was still able to hold on in front of Mo Chunshan just now, but when she got home, she immediately felt that she was as fragile as a crab that had just molted, and anyone could pinch her to death with one claw.

Lu Hanzhang watched her walk around the house irritably, sighed, took out the medicine box that was jammed by He Waner from the corner of the living room, found the phenol coffee tablets, and handed them to her.

He Guan'er hurriedly swallowed the medicine as if he had seen a life-saving elixir. Knowing that it wouldn't have an immediate effect, her expression was visibly soothed, and she collapsed on the sofa and let out a sigh.

Ten minutes later, the effect of the drug set in, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her head no longer hurt.

I even thought that the coffee in the phenol coffee tablets was a little better.

As soon as the person is in good spirits, his stomach begins to growl.

But she still managed to take a hot shower and change out of the clothes that had been wrapped in the funeral home for a day, and were completely black inside and out.

Half an hour later, she came out and saw golden crispy fried chicken and a 2.5L bottle of Coke on the coffee table.

Lu Hanzhang grabbed a piece of fried chicken wings, eating happily, his hands were full of oil, and his face was rubbed with seasoned chili noodles.

Seeing He Guan'er come out, she had food in her mouth and couldn't speak, so she only whined, and motioned to He Guan'er to sit down and eat too.

For several days, he was in a state of difficulty sleeping and eating, and He Guaner didn't care about whether the calories were high or not at this time, Coke, chicken wings, and French fries were eaten indiscriminately.

She wore a half-new sweater and a ball on her head, but she obviously didn't care about it, it was messy and fluffy, and she had a pair of conspicuous dark circles under her eyes.

Lu Hanzhang was full, sat opposite her with a Coke, and didn't drink seriously while biting the straw.

She felt that He Guan'er at this time was not as delicate and perfect as usual, but it added a little pity to me.

If Mr. Mo saw his cousin like this, he didn't know what kind of expression he would have.

The cousin who is full of his own force value is also, who used to be scaring with his teeth and claws, and when he saw the cold and cold Mr. Mo, he immediately shed tears.

He Wan'er actually shed tears at the man!

Tears!

What does this mean? This shows that there is a play!

Lu Hanzhang thought about it in his mind, and asked casually: "Today's Mr. Mo looks very different." ”

"Of course it's different, it's inhumane," He Wan'er chewed fried chicken and replied casually, "The CEO of a listed company, today's car looks low-key, and the result is tens of millions." And his coat is not cheap, I'm afraid I'll have to earn a year. ”

Although He Wan'er was sleepy, his brain did not stop after all.

She actually expected what Lu Hanzhang wanted to ask, so she diverted the topic without a trace.

Sure enough, Lu Hanzhang was led astray by her, and couldn't help but say: "How can it be so exaggerated, I have seen the coat on Chen Yuanze......"

She paused, with a little helplessness: "However, he is short and dark, and he doesn't look like a prince in a dragon robe." ”

He Wan'er sneered: "I warned you to stay away from idols, but now your former male god has become a clay sculpture, and when you pull it, you will fall into the soil with a bang?"

“…… Please, don't try to divert the conversation," Lu Hanzhang blinked, "I mean, that Mr. Mo is very different to you. ”

He Wan'er's expression was stunned for a moment, and he immediately looked as usual: "What?"

Mr. Meng said that Mr. Mo was supposed to go to the airport to pick up an important guest at eleven o'clock, but because he knew that you had a dispute with someone at the funeral home, he hurried over. Isn't that a big deal?"

He Wan'er was a little flustered, but he still argued: "People just sell personal favors, you believe it?" It's just an occasional encounter, he went to attend the funeral of his friend's mother. Didn't you see the phantom in the parking lot at the bottom of the mountain? Of course, Rolls-Royce only made friends with the Bentley level, so what he cared about was that the local tyrant who was black and brought his little brother to sing eighteen phases. ”

Lu Hanzhang squinted slightly: "I've only heard of people who participated in the farewell ceremony, but I haven't heard of people who participated in the funeral and went to the incinerator for inspection." ”